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The Trip Pt. 02 byVegemiteman© Chapter 1 Elizabeth spun around quickly. She knew that voice -- the only person who had ever called her Lizzie... "HOLLY!? Oh my god! Holly, what are you doing here?" Elizabeth dropped her bags at Stuart's feet and rushed across the lobby. She wrapped her arms around a woman Stuart had never seen before and they hopped around on the spot, hugging and laughing. Stuart moved the bags out of the way of other guests and finished checking in. He could hear his wife laughing, bringing a big grin to his face. He gave his bags to the clerk to be sent to their room and made his way over to where his wife was standing -- grinning from ear to ear. "Babe, come here. This is Holly! She is an old friend who I haven't seen in about 15 years." Stuart extended his hand "Nice to meet you Holly, I'm Stu..." He barely got the words out before his hand was pushed aside and Holly wrapped her arms around him, pulling his head down and planting a big wet kiss on his lips. Stuart tried to pull back but she held him in place a while longer, her hand sliding down his back and squeezing his arse cheeks. Stuart jumped in shock. "Wow, aren't you a sexy one! You did well for yourself Lizzie!" Stuart was gob smacked -- he looked over at his wife who seemed to be taking great pleasure in his discomfort. She was shaking her head and laughing. "Holly, this is my husband, Stuart. Stuart -- this is Holly. Holly used to live with Jayne -- we would all go out together back in the day. What on earth are you doing here Hol?" "Well when I left home, I kind of bounced around a few places and ended up here about 4 years ago. I love it -- beautiful beaches, a great job, meeting new people every few days -- it's perfect." "What do you do here?" Stuart inquired, still not quite recovered from the shock "I am the hotel's 'guest liaison'. Basically, I talk to all the guests when they arrive, answer questions, give them recommendations on activities and sights around the island. I can also organize day trips, access to local museums, that sort of stuff." Stuart had never heard of a "guest liaison" before but from how she explained it, he could see why Holly was the perfect fit. She was extremely attractive. Long hair, long legs, big breasts -- everything you could want to be greeted by. Add to that she was wearing a see-through sarong over what looked to be a bikini top and the shortest shorts he had ever seen and he had little wonder how she got the job. "So, what are you guys doing here!? How long are you here for?" Holly was asking, bringing Stuart's attention back to her face "Stuart has a big presentation here tomorrow -- meeting with some big CEO from the US who could only meet here. So they paid for us to stay and we decided to extend our trip. We are here for a week!" "Wow...lucky you! I am so happy to see you. What are you up to tonight? I would love to take you guys out, show you some of the nightlife around here AAANNDDDD get to know this hunk of a man who has obviously swept Lizzie here off her feet." The way she drew out the word 'and' gave Stuart the impression he was in for a very thorough grilling Elizabeth looked over at Stuart. He could see conflicting emotions on her face. She was exhausted from the flight (and the extra-curricular activities on said flight) but she was super keen to go out with her friend who she hadn't seen in years. She also knew he had a lot of work to do before tomorrow and how important his meeting was. "I have to finish preparing for tomorrow -- I didn't get as much done on the flight as I was planning too." Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Elizabeth blush. "Why don't you girls go out and have some fun and then after tomorrow, we can all catch up together? You can ask me all the questions you like over dinner while we celebrate my successful meeting!" "What room are you staying in? I will call up when I am ready to go." Stuart looked down at the card the concierge had given him "It just says 9E. Isn't there usually a room number?" "Wowee, someone is special. 9E is the penthouse suite in the east building. You really have lucked out Lizzie -- sexy and well connected. I wonder what other things about him can be described as "well?" Holly made finger quotes with her hands while saying that, her eyes roaming all over Stuart. He felt a stir in his pants at the look she was giving him -- something about this woman screamed predator and he wasn't sure if he was scared or aroused. "Well I better get back to work. There are a few special guests here at the moment so I need to keep them happy. Lizzie, I will get a message sent to your room when I am ready to go. Make sure you dress appropriately -- we are getting jiggy with it tonight!" She leaned in and kissed Elizabeth on the cheek, all the while staring directly at Stuart. As she walked away, Stuart couldn't help but admire her arse, swaying in the breeze as she sauntered off. "Enjoying the view?" Elizabeth chided him, smiling. They took each other's hand and headed off, following the signs towards their room. Chapter 2 After a short elevator ride, the doors opened into a small entrance lobby. Directly in front of them were large wooden double doors, already open to their room. The view from the lobby was amazing. Directly opposite the entry doors was the balcony and beyond it, blue ocean as far as the eye could see. They made their way into the room and were speechless. The size of a large studio apartment, the room had a full-size kitchen, a large lounge area with a flat screen TV, recliners and a long, comfy looking couch. Off the main area was a large bedroom, bigger than their bedroom at home, with a king-sized bed, an ensuite with a massive shower complete with rainfall shower head and a large 2-person spa bath. Out on the balcony, there was a 4-person jacuzzi, large table and chairs for dining and egg-shaped chairs hung from the ceiling. Elizabeth couldn't contain her excitement. She ran from room to room, calling out all the things she found to Stuart as he stood on the balcony overlooking the rest of the hotel. There were 3 other buildings, all the same size as the one they were in. As Stuart looked around, he noticed movement in the building off to the right. About 2 floors down from the penthouse, Dominick was on his balcony, shirt off, beer in hand. He waved to Stuart as he sat down and took a swig of his beer. Stuart waved back. He was looking forward to catching up with him for a beer or two -- he was an interesting guy and they had hit it off well at the airport and in the car ride to the hotel. Elizabeth came up behind Stuart as he leaned on the balcony rail, overlooking the pool area. She wrapped her arms around his chest and squeezed tightly, kissing his back through his shirt. She felt him wrap his hands around hers and sigh. "What's wrong Babe? Why the big sigh?" "Nothing at all. I couldn't be happier right now. I am just worried about the presentation. I know everyone has been saying they wouldn't fly me all the way here just to shoot my proposal down, but the guy I am meeting with has a reputation for being...shall we say, crazy! I have heard stories of his antics in meetings and I am just concerned. I would hate for the presentation to go awry and for it to affect the rest of our trip." Elizabeth squeezed him again, tighter this time. She could feel the stress in him. She thought she knew what might help. She let go of him and spun him around by the shoulders. Once he was facing her, she pulled his face down to hers and kissed him, her tongue finding his instantly. As they kissed, she dropped her hand down and started to fondle him through his shorts. As she felt him start to grow, she unzipped his shorts and put her hand inside, feeling his length straining against his underwear. She continued to rub it, feeling a wet patch growing. Stuart groaned in her mouth, his hands moving to her breasts, massaging them through her top. Elizabeth used both her hands to undo his shorts and drop them, then followed with his boxers. His cock sprang free, pointing straight up in the air. Elizabeth broke their kiss and smirked at him, slowly bending at the knees. A sharp intake of breath from Stuart showed his surprise. Stuart looked around nervously. Here he was, naked from the waist down, bare butt leaning against the balcony railing while his wife slowly sunk down in front of him. He turned his head, trying to see if Dominick was still on his balcony -- the angle of the viewpoint would show quite clearly what was happening. Before he could actually see, he felt his beautiful wife's warm mouth envelop the head of his dick and all logical thought was forgotten. Her tongue ran around the head, slowly and gently, causing his legs to shake slightly. Her hand wrapped around the base of his shaft and slowly pumped him. Her mouth increased the pressure, sucking harder and harder until her cheeks hollowed and Stuart was about to collapse. She relented and leaned back while she kept pumping. Tongue out, she bobbed her head down again, sloppily licking around the head, her hand pumping harder, adding a twisting motion. She continued to lick and pump, Stuart's dick leaking more and more. Stuart looked down at her just as she took his cock back into her mouth, this time her head bobbing up and down, taking more and more into her mouth on the downward motion. Her hand dropped to his balls, rolling them around in her palm, gently squeezing them, tenderly stroking. Her head movements picked up pace, her mouth sucking like a vacuum cleaner. Stuart's hand dropped to her head, gently guiding her movements, trying to get more of his cock into her mouth. He felt the pressure building in his balls. Elizabeth felt his cock widen, a telltale sign he was about to cum. She raised her eyes and looked at him -- eyes closed, mouth open, breathing heavy. She squeezed his balls, gaining his attention. As he looked down and saw her staring into his eyes, he moaned louder and she knew that was the signal. Quick as a flash, she pulled the front of her top down, exposing her cleavage. She pulled him from her mouth and, without breaking eye contact, pumped him faster, pointing his cock at her tits. She smiled just as he began to quiver and he unleashed a torrent of cum. Shot after shot poured out of him, coating her neck, dripping between her tits. Finally, legs shaking enough that he had to grab the railing behind him with both hands to steady himself, he finished. Not taking her eyes off him, Elizabeth took his cock back into her mouth and sucked it, causing his legs to shake even more. He quickly pushed her head away, laughing shakily as the sensations became too much for him. He collapsed onto the floor next to her, pulling her in for a cuddle. They sat there on the balcony for a while, not talking, just enjoying the post BJ bliss. Finally, Elizabeth said she had to get up because she was covered in cum and it was starting to dry. Once she was back in the room, Stuart stood up and looked around. He couldn't see anybody else in the other rooms, but noticed that Dominick's beer was still sitting on the table next to the chair, the door to his room open and the curtains swaying in the breeze. Chapter 3 Stuart was sitting at the desk in the bedroom, typing away on his laptop. He had almost finished the presentation he was working on for his big meeting tomorrow, then he just had to go over his talking points. He was in for a long night. It was already starting to get dark outside but the temperature was still hovering around 27c Celsius. After their escapades on the balcony, Elizabeth had gone into the nearest town, looking for something to wear that night. Her reasoning was that she hadn't expected to go dancing while they were away so she had not packed appropriate footwear or clothing. Stuart felt like it was an excuse to buy some new clothes, but he didn't mind as she had always put herself last after him and the kids and so why shouldn't she spoil herself sometimes. He had just gone to the kitchen to grab himself a beer when the elevator dinged outside the room. He heard some rustling outside and went to investigate. Once he opened the door, he found his beautiful wife struggling to hold all her shopping bags and open the door at the same time. "Oh, thanks Babe. I think I got a little carried away at the shops. Everything here is so cheap!" She dumped some in the loungeroom and took the rest to the bedroom. He followed and found her laying different outfits out on the bed, arranging them this way and that, trying to find the best match. He walked over and took a look at her haul. He saw lots of dresses, some long, most short, some skirts, tops, even some underwear. He took special notice of a couple of matching bra and panties sets -- one light blue, another red and black. Both were very lacy and the panties almost g-strings. He smiled as she snatched them from him, "Leave them alone, perv" she scolded him, grinning. Stuart kissed her on the cheek and went back to work, drinking his beer as he did so. Stuart was fixated on his work, barely aware of what Elizabeth was up to. He heard her moving around the room -- in the kitchen, talking on the phone to someone, in the shower, but his mind was focused so much on his work he didn't realize she was about to leave until she stood in the doorway to the bedroom and coughed. Turning his head, his jaw dropped -- she looked stunning. Elizabeth had straightened her hair, leaving it flowing down over her shoulders. She was wearing a purple top, sleeveless and showing lots of cleavage. She had a black skirt on that ended just above her knees and had a small slit up the thigh on the left-hand side. She was wearing strappy shoes with a chunky base, adding about 2 inches to her height. She twirled in a circle, allowing him to take in the whole view. His eyes locked onto her rear -- the skirt was tight and it accentuated her amazing butt well. He also noted there wasn't a hint of visible panty line, causing a stir in his gut at the thought of her going commando. He rose from his seat and rushed towards her, only to be stopped in his tracks by her hand on his chest. "Sorry Babe, I don't wear makeup often and I don't want to have to reapply it." Stuart looked at her and noticed she had applied some eyeliner and a pinkish lipstick. Now he was really turned on. Elizabeth was right -- she never wore makeup. He didn't believe she needed it and with her sensitive skin, it never really occurred to her to wear. But now he saw it on her, he was blown away. The eyeliner highlighted her amazing eyes even more -- a mixture between green and blue with little flecks of brown, they were one of the first things he had fallen in love with. Her wonderful lips -- very recently seen wrapped around his cock -- were shiny and a deeper shade of pink than normal. "Wow...I don't know what to say. You don't go to this much effort for me!" he pouted, bottom lip dropping comically low as he tried not to smile. "Excuse me? If that's true, who the hell did I blow on the balcony about 6 hours ago? Whose spunk was I cleaning off my neck and tits in the shower 5 hours ago? Don't you start with me mister!" Elizabeth smacked him in the stomach, eliciting a fake groan from him and causing him to double over in mock pain. She shook her head and went to walk away, but as she turned, he grabbed her hips and pulled her towards him. She felt him grinding into her, the shoes meaning his cock was rubbing against her arse instead of her lower back as usual. He slid his hands up her sides, resting them on the outside of her breasts, gently pushing them together to emphasize her cleavage. "Looking like this, you will be getting plenty of offers for someone else's jizz to be on your tits. You look fucking AMAZING!" He dropped his lips to her shoulder as he said this, trailing light kisses all over her shoulder and the tattoo there. Elizabeth shivered, the sensation causing her skin to break out in goosebumps. She felt his hands drop down and grab her rear, one hand rubbing across it. He put his mouth to her ear. "Damn, I thought you were going commando. Still, you know what a g-string does to me. How am I supposed to concentrate on work after this, knowing you are out there looking like this? I can just imagine how many guys are going to be hanging around, offering to buy you drinks, asking you to dance." Elizabeth stepped away from his grip and walked to the kitchen to grab her clutch. She turned back to him "They can offer all they want. I am going out to catch up with a dear friend I haven't seen in years." She stepped back toward him. "Plus, I am certain none of them could give me what you do." She groped his crotch as she said this, rubbing gently. She reached up and kissed him gently, trying not to smudge her lipstick. She turned and walked out the door, telling him not to wait up as she left. Stuart watched her leave, incredibly turned on. He went to the kitchen to grab another beer. As he heard the elevator doors ding, there was a quick knock on the door. He opened it to find the lobby empty. He looked outside the door and saw nothing. Confused, he was just about to shut the door when something caught his eye. On the outside door handle of the door was a piece of blue cloth. It was a light blue g-string. Chapter 4 Elizabeth met Holly in reception. Holly walked in looking like a million dollars. Her long hair was cascading down her back, almost reaching her butt. She was wearing the shortest dress Elizabeth had ever seen -- off the shoulder, it was barely longer than her hair. The look was completed with stilettos. Her skin glowed -- the sun obviously agreed with Holly. Holly wolf whistled when she saw Elizabeth. "Lizzie!! Look at you! Fuck you're sexy. We are going to be drinking for free tonight with you looking like that." The hailed a cab and climbed in. It was late but the area around the hotel was still buzzing. People were out walking, others drinking in the bars around the hotel. The beach was packed, people swimming in the dark, occasionally lit up by the lights from the hotel and surrounding businesses. Holly told the cab driver where they were headed and they settled in. They asked each other about a million questions -- all the usual ones when you haven't seen someone in a long time. They reminisced about the past -- all the crazy stuff they got up to with Jayne when they were younger. They were laughing so hard that Elizabeth's sides were hurting when they finally arrived at their destination. Holly paid the cab driver and they hopped out. They were standing out the front of a club, a bouncer at the door on a stool behind a rope that stretched down the front of the building. There were probably 20 people lined up to go in -- mostly locals but some tourists too. Elizabeth started to walk to the end of the line until Holly took her arm and led her to the bouncer. His face broke out into a massive grin, bright white teeth lighting up his dark face. He stood up and Elizabeth was shocked. Stuart was tall, around 6'3" but this guy would make him look tiny. He removed the rope from the pole and allowed them through, hugging Holly and delicately shaking Elizabeth's hand. Her tiny hand was completely enveloped by his, making it look like she had lost her hand at the wrist. He opened the door and they were met by the deep bass of a dance song Elizabeth recognized. She was getting excited -- as an almost 40-year-old mother of two, she didn't get to go out dancing too often now. Usually it was only at weddings, or on the vary rare occasions her and Stuart had a weekend to themselves and went out. Holly led her past the bar, saying hello to a never-ending stream of people. They went up some stairs at the side of the bar, past another massive bouncer who kissed Holly on the cheek and thoroughly checked out Elizabeth as she walked past, smiling and nodding his approval. They ended up in a much quieter section of the venue -- couches arranged around low tables, buckets of ice in the middle, waiting for drinks. The women sat down and looked out over the crowd below them. The dance floor was packed with people, the bar staff frantically trying to keep up with the drink orders coming in and the DJ was on stage bouncing around, amping the crowd up. A waitress arrived with a tray of drinks and placed it on the table. She leaned over and kissed Holly -- not on the cheek but fully on the lips, their lips parting and tongues darting in and out. Elizabeth smiled and took a drink, unsurprised. Holly had always been bi-sexual. Elizabeth remembered the first time Jayne had introduced them. They had all met up at a club, before Holly and Jayne had moved in together. Elizabeth had leaned in to give Holly a hug and Holly had kissed her, much like she was kissing the waitress now. Elizabeth had been shocked at her response. Rather than recoil or withdraw, she had enjoyed it, even been a little turned on by it. Jayne had laughed loudly at the look on her face when the kiss ended. They had spent a good 3 years going out every weekend together, made easier by Jayne and Holly living together. Friday nights was the local pub after work. Saturday they would lounge around the house before getting ready and heading out again, usually to a nightclub. A lot of times they would all end up back at the house with a partner. Those nights usually ended with Jayne and Holly in their rooms and Elizabeth on the couch in the lounge room. There had been some awkward mornings, when all three of them had to try and say goodbye to whoever they had taken home. They had enjoyed their early 20s as much as they could, before one day Holly told them she had decided to travel. She left a few weeks later and they fell out of contact. Elizabeth and Jayne had looked for her on Facebook, Instagram etc. but could never find her. The waitress left and they had some drinks, listening to the music and catching up some more. Eventually, Elizabeth stood up and grabbed Holly's hand, practically dragging her down the stairs to the dance floor. The dance floor was even crazier than it looked from upstairs. They pushed their way through the crowd and found a spot and started dancing. The DJ was intermixing old school hits with newer tracks or dance remixes of the old stuff. Each time a new song came on they recognized, the girls would cheer. Elizabeth felt like she was 22 again! She had hiked her skirt up slightly to give her a little more freedom, ignoring the fact she was showing off so much leg. Her and Holly danced up a storm, reliving their younger days. Elizabeth watched Holly grind with anyone who was close enough and soon enough they had drawn a crowd, men and women. The large group was having a blast, enjoying themselves. After a while, Elizabeth wanted a drink so they headed back to their seats upstairs. They took a bunch of people with them and continued the party upstairs. Elizabeth was shocked to find Dominick upstairs -- apparently Holly had grabbed him on the way up and dragged him along. Elizabeth couldn't help but notice him. Wearing a tight fitting shirt and dark pants, he looked amazing in the lights of the club. They had a drink or two together and then some of the guys in the group moved the couches around the some of the girls, including Holly, started dancing on the table. Drinks were flowing and everyone was getting on well. Elizabeth found herself dancing with a guy at one stage, tall and somewhat handsome. She had her back to him, keeping a respectful distance from him. He was a total gentleman, keeping his hands to himself and just appreciating her company. Elizabeth was watching Holly on the table, kissing a guy and a girl, when she felt hands roughly grabbing her hips and dragging her backwards. She stumbled until she backed into someone, almost losing her feet. Before she could turn around to say something, the hands moved around and grabbed her breasts, kneading them crudely. She moved the hands and tried to step away, only to be grabbed again and dragged backwards. She felt something poking her in the back and wrenched herself forward, this time actually stumbling into someone. They caught her and helped her steady herself. She turned around, ready to yell at her dance partner but found was someone else entirely. She found herself looking at a huge slab of a man. He looked at her, leering, his crooked yellowed teeth bared. He was solid but not muscular -- maybe he had been at one time but he had certainly let himself go. "Keep your hands to yourself, pig! Don't touch me again." She turned to walk away but he grabbed her arm and dragged her close. She could smell whiskey and cigarettes on his breath, almost causing her to retch. He garbled something in a language she did not recognize, pointing to Holly and then her. He leaned his face forward, closing his eyes as he did so. Elizabeth pulled her free hand back and slapped him across the face, stinging her hand. His eyes flew open and his bright white cheek went instantly pink, little lines of red starting to appear. He roared and shoved her away, sending her flying across the room before slamming into the table, rocking it. Holly and her new friends almost tumbled off, just balancing themselves at the last minute. Elizabeth struggled to stand up, the alcohol and the pain in the back of her knees from the table making it difficult. A few people came to her aid, while others backed right away, not keen to get in between her and the yelling hulk, who was screaming so much that spit was flying. He advanced toward Elizabeth, rubbing his cheek as he went. Suddenly, someone stepped in between them. Elizabeth couldn't tell what was going on, but she heard another person yelling in a language that sounded like the hulk's and Holly screaming obscenities from the table above her. Getting to her feet, she saw Dominick standing in front of the hulk, whose whole face was now red as he was yelling so loudly. He was gesticulating wildly with his hands, all the while staring daggers at Elizabeth. Dominick replied to his words, calmly and at a much lower volume. Without warning, the hulk grabbed Dominick by the shirt and tossed him aside, sending him flying into some chairs. Elizabeth cried out and rushed toward Dominick. The hulk stepped in between them, reaching for her. Seeing the danger, Elizabeth reached back and WHAM! She punched the hulking creep in the jaw, twisting her hips and following through, just like Stuart had taught her to do. Pain exploded in her hand and wrist. The hulk crashed backwards into some chairs. He roared again, getting angrier. He rushed at Elizabeth, looking like he was going to murder her. From slightly behind him, Dominick rushed forward, crash tackling the monster to the ground. When they landed, Dominick twisted himself so he landed on top of his assailant. There was an audible crunch as they landed and the hulk yelled out in pain. Dominick scrambled to his feet, shirt torn open, blood leaking from his lip. The creep made it to his feet slowly, obviously in pain. He swung a wild punch in Dominick's direction. Dominick swayed out of the way and returned one of his own, his left hand crashing into his jaw. The hulk's head snapped to the side, spit and blood flying across the room. He swayed on his feet, obviously dazed. Elizabeth couldn't believe he was still on his feet, and by the look on his face, neither could Dominick. As he wound up again, the hulk suddenly cried out in pain and collapsed forward, crashing to the ground. Standing behind him was Holly, a look of pure fury on her face. She had delivered and almighty kick to the nuts from behind, finally felling the beast. Someone from the group returned seconds later with the two bouncers Holly had greeted earlier. They roughly grabbed the hulk and dragged him down the stairs, not seeming to care when he slipped from their grasp and bounced down the last few stairs. Chapter 5 Dominick was sitting on a chair, a cold glass full of ice resting against his lip. Elizabeth was sitting next to him, her legs aching. She had a bruise on her arm from where the creep had grabbed her but apart from that, she was feeling OK. Holly had spoken to the bouncers and the club owner and apparently the creep had been at the club all night drinking. They had banned him for life and posted a picture by the door -- although it was hard to tell it was him as he had some significant bruising on his face in the photo, much more than Dominick or Elizabeth could have inflicted. The group of people had dispersed, heading back downstairs or going home, leaving Elizabeth, Holly and Dominick alone upstairs. Elizabeth had introduced everybody when the excitement had died down and now they were just sitting, enjoying a quiet drink. "Thank you so much for what you did! I hope your not in too much pain." Elizabeth asked Dominick "I am OK. It looks worse than it is. Although I did only buy this shirt today." He replied, wincing as he took a drink. His bottom lip was cut open. The bleeding had started again. Elizabeth reached over and used a napkin to blot at it, soaking up the blood. Their eyes met as she did so, her breath catching in her throat. She started to get the warm feeling again, all over her body. She finished wiping his mouth and sat back, flustered. Dominick stood, his shirt torn from the second button down, barely covering his chest. Holly, sitting next to Elizabeth, inhaled sharply and dug her nails into Elizabeth's knee, motioning with her head. Elizabeth looked and saw his chest, defined without being ridiculously muscly. He had a light spread of hair across his pecs and running down his chest, stopping at his navel. He was very tanned, obviously he spent lots of time without his shirt on. He tried to adjust the shirt to cover as much as he could and turned to the ladies. They quickly looked away, making their staring more obvious. "I am going to head back to the resort. Are you ladies OK if I leave?" "Yeah...yes that's fine. Thank you again so much." Elizabeth said as she rose from her seat. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly, showing her gratitude. His hands fell to her hips, gripping them lightly. She inhaled his smell as she hugged him, the same one she had smelt at the airport the day before. It had the same affect on her, a warm sensation flowing through her. She let him go and stepped back, however his hands stayed on her hips, his body less than an arm's length from hers. He stared into her eyes intently, focusing. "Are you sure? I am happy to stick around just in case." Elizabeth nodded her head, unable to speak. The look in his eyes was mesmerizing. "We will be OK, Dom! I have asked a couple of the bouncers here to take us back to the resort. They finish in 20 minutes so go ahead." Holly spoke up from behind Elizabeth. Dominick nodded and dropped his hands and his gaze. He said farewell to them both and exited downstairs. Elizabeth crashed back into her seat next to Holly. She leaned forward and grabbed a drink from the table, downing it in one go. She leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes, trying to shake the image of those intense blue eyes, staring into her soul. From beside her, she heard Holly chuckle. "Well, he certainly has a thing for you Lizzie. He couldn't stop staring at you all night. That's why I invited him up here. I thought you could have some harmless fun while we all partied. That didn't go so well now, did it?" "I barely know him. What on earth would someone like HIM see in me?" "Umm...have you looked in the mirror tonight? You look fucking amazing babe. You were dancing up a storm tonight, looking sexy as hell! Plus, you didn't back down from that creep. When you punched him in the face, I gotta admit, I got a bit wet! It was so sexy to watch you punch him and not back down." Elizabeth shook her head and had another drink. Soon enough, the two massive bouncers came upstairs and asked if they were ready to go. They were and so they headed back to the resort in a giant, black SUV. Holly walked Elizabeth to the elevators and then headed back to the car, heading to her own place. Elizabeth rode the elevator to the top floor and entered the suite as quietly as she could. Realizing the time, she checked on Stuart in the bedroom and saw him sleeping, snoring softly. Knowing how early he had to be up for his meeting, she grabbed a pillow and headed for the lounge room. It was still very warm so she stripped nude and threw on one of Stuart's t-shirts, not caring that it barely covered her arse. Having sat down to take off her shoes, when she went to stand up, she realized just how much she had drunk at the club. She steadied herself and made it to the kitchen. She had a big glass of water and went back to lay down on the couch. Chapter 6 Elizabeth had just dozed off when she heard the elevator ding and then a light knock on the door. She got off the couch and headed to see who it was at this hour, thinking maybe it was Holly. She opened the door a crack and was shocked to see Dominick. He was wearing a tank top and shorts. His lip had fattened up even more in the hour or so since Elizabeth saw him. "Are you OK? Is something wrong?" she inquired "I am fine. I just wanted to check in on you. I wanted to make sure you were OK." Elizabeth smiled. "I am fine, thank you. It's sweet of you to check in, especially this late." She opened the door a little more and raised her hand, touching his cheek gently. "You look like you took the worst of it. Is your lip OK?" She used her thumb to turn his head slightly, allowing more light to shine on his lip. It was inflamed, with a big cut running across the swollen area. She dropped her hand, suddenly aware of the intimacy of touching his face. As her hand dropped back to her side, he looked her dead in the eye, his blue eyes meeting hers. He leaned forward and kissed her, tenderly due to his swollen lip. He leaned back, wincing in pain. He opened his mouth the apologize but before he could get the words out, Elizabeth stepped fully out of the room and kissed him, her lips mashing against his. Her hands raised up and held his face in place, her tongue gently probing his mouth. He gasped in pain and she broke the kiss, stepping back, a look of embarrassment on her face. "I am sorry, I shouldn't have done that. Please forgive me." She looked into his eyes and saw a look of pure lust. He lunged forward, grabbing her hips and dragging her too him, kissing her hard. One hand slipped behind her head, the other resting just above her butt, pulling her closer. She melted into his arms, returning his kiss. She threw her arms around his neck, her shirt riding up, exposing her bare arse. His hand dropped lower and caressed her, squeezing her left cheek firmly. Elizabeth moaned and he took the opportunity to snake his tongue into her mouth. Their tongues quickly began to dance, flicking, twirling, sliding around each other. Dominick reached down with both hands and grabbed her butt, lifting her into the air. Without breaking their kiss, Elizabeth wrapped her legs around his waist as he led her inside. As they stumbled into the room, she relented on their kiss to tell him to be quiet and take her to the couch. She resumed kissing him and as he got to the couch, he laid her down softly. He went to pull away to stand up, but she wouldn't let go of him with her legs, tightening them around him. He slid his weight slightly to the side, allowing him to completely drop her weight on the couch and take the pressure of his back, sore from the fight earlier. His hands slid out from under her, his right hand coming to rest very high up on her bare thigh. His touch was like electricity to her skin, sending shock waves through her body. He began to lightly stroke her leg, his rough fingers dragging across the soft skin of her outer thigh. She moaned in his mouth again. She decided she needed to take control, so she put her hands on his chest and pushed firmly, until he broke their kiss. He sat back on his heels as she shuffled away from him. He had a puzzled look on his face. Sitting up, she took the bottom of his tank top and lifted it over his head. Once it was off, she began kissing his neck, working her way down to his collarbone, then to his firm chest. He sucked his nipple into her mouth, biting down slightly, drawing a gasp from him. She adjusted herself and kept kissing, down his belly towards his navel. As she got to his shorts, she undid the button and the zipper, opening them fully. Dominick stood up, his shorts falling down as he did. Elizabeth's eyes almost fell out of her head. He wasn't wearing any underwear and so, as his shorts fell to the floor, his cock sprang into view. The outline Elizabeth had observed on the plane had not done it justice. Standing straight out from his body, it was thicker than any penis Elizabeth had ever seen before. The circumcised head was a deep purple, the size of a plum. His balls hung low, themselves quite large. His entire genital area was well groomed, with a slight fuzz on his pubic mound and his balls and shaft completely bald. Below his amazing cock, his muscular thighs rippled, giving her the impression he could absolutely pound her if she wanted him too. Seeing him naked, her lust took over completely. Already knowing she had gone too far, looking at this gorgeous man standing before her, rock hard penis pointing straight at her, any thoughts of stopping this were gone. She reached for him, her hand trying to grasp his dick, but he stepped back. Her hand dropped, a disappointed look on her face. She looked at him and he stepped forward again, reaching for her hand. He took and pulled her towards him, lifting her off the couch and having her stand before him. He took the bottom of the t-shirt in his hands and slowly dragged it up, revealing her body underneath. As her breasts came into view, his breath caught in his throat. Elizabeth smiled behind the upturned shirt. Finally, the top came off and she stood before him, completely nude. His eyes roamed up and down her body, his tongue running across his lips, like an animal about to devour its prey. She couldn't wait any longer, throwing herself forward, lips finding his again. As they kissed, Elizabeth dropped her hand and found his cock, wrapping her hand around it. She was shocked at the girth and began to explore, feeling the steel-like appendage from base to tip. Dominick groaned in her mouth, causing her to squeeze his shaft. Her hand found its way to the head, covering it entirely. The heat coming from it was incredible. She felt it begin to leak into her hand. Before she could do anything else, Dominick firmly walked her backwards to the couch. As she sat down, he dropped to his knees in front of her. He took her nipple in his mouth and sucked, drawing a groan from her. His hands began running up her legs, starting at her calves. Again, the roughness of his fingers felt remarkable. His hands ran up past her knees, gently pushing them apart until she was fully open in front of him. His mouth was still working on her nipple as his hands finally made their way to her pussy. He used his thumb to gently run around her outer lips, making her moan louder. She had one hand on the back of his head, holding it in place. The other was gripping the arm of the couch, squeezing in pleasure. He slipped a finger inside her, the thickness of the digit and the roughness of the skin causing her to slide her hips forward, trying to drive it in deeper. He removed it slowly, before pushing it back in. He began to rhythmically finger her, each time going a little further. Chapter 7 Elizabeth's whole body felt like fire. Dominick was very skilled. He curled his finger and instantly found her g-spot. Each time his finger entered her, it touched the spot, sending waves of ecstasy through her body. Her breathing began to speed up, her skin flushing all over. She was feeling an orgasm coming and it was going to be big. Just as she started to ride the wave, Dominick removed his finger. Her eyes flew open and she whimpered. He lifted her off the couch and walked her around the back. He kissed her and slipped his finger into her core again, rubbing her clit with his thumb as he put pressure on her g-spot. She almost collapsed, the pleasure almost too much to bear. Removing his hand, he turned her around and placed his hand on her neck, pushing her forward until she was bent over the couch. Knowing what was coming, Elizabeth spread her legs wide, giving him access to fuck her. She felt his impressive cock poke her in the butt cheek as he leaned forward and kissed her back. He kissed all the way down, over her arse and to the back of her thighs. His stubble felt wonderful on her skin, soft enough to not irritate her. Without warning, he took her clit into his mouth, kissing it, licking it, sucking it. She cried out, the waves rising again. As he worked her pleasure button, his hands ran up the sides of her legs. He grabbed her butt in both hands and pulled her cheeks apart. The feeling of his hands gripping her arse while his mouth worked its magic was too much. Burying her face downwards into the couch cushions, Elizabeth screamed. Her body quivered, her legs giving way and her entire weight was on the couch. Dominick kept going, his mouth attacking her clit. Just as her orgasm was tapering off, he switched his technique, using his tongue to flick quickly. Elizabeth shocked herself as she started to cum, again. Her hands were gripping the couch, nails digging in and her knuckles white. She felt her fluids leaking out, down her thighs and presumably onto his face. She was shaking like a leaf, her whole body convulsing. Soon it was all too much and she reached back to try and push him away. He got the hint and stood. Before she could get her legs under her or recover from two earth shattering orgasms, she felt his cock head at her entrance before he gradually pushed into her. The sheer width of it was shocking. She felt her lips stretching more than they ever had before, wrapping around his member. Once the tip slipped past the entrance, he pushed forward until he was buried fully. His balls were resting against the back of her thighs, his cock pulsing inside her. She had never felt this full. He pulled out, almost all the way, until his thick head was just inside her. He held there for a minute, slowing his breathing, before he plunged back in, HARD. Elizabeth was driven forward rapidly, almost completely flipping over the back of the couch. She cried out, her insides being stretched. Now he began pumping in a steady cadence, almost pulling out completely before driving back in. His hands gripped her hips, pushing her into the couch and pulling her back toward him in time with his thrusts. Elizabeth was beyond thought. Her whole body was on fire, tingling from the sensations. The fact Stuart was only metres away sleeping gave her such a thrill that her body lost control and she came again, her pussy muscles trying to clench the monster cock plowing her but not able to get a grip because she was so wet. Her body shook again but Dominick kept pounding. She went limp, little moans escaping her lips every time he filled her again. Without her realizing, Dominick pulled out completely. Next thing she knew, he was sitting on the couch and she was standing in front of him. His hands snaked around her back and gripped her arse. He pulled her forward and she knelt on the couch, her legs on the outside of his. Understanding what he wanted, she took his cock in hand and positioned herself above it. Looking deep into those blue eyes, she sunk down slowly, enjoying the feeling of him stretching her again. He had her nipple in his mouth and she cried out, the position of his member rubbing against nerve endings she didn't know existed. She began riding him, rising and falling, the pleasure making her feel like she was floating. His hands on her arse, his mouth on her nipples, his cock filling her -- she was in heaven. His hands went to her hips and he began thrusting upwards to meet her. He groaned and her eyes widened as his cock grew harder. He yelled out, growling her name as he emptied his nuts inside her. She kept riding him, slower now, aware of the intense sensations just after an orgasm. She felt him leaking out of her. She stopped and looked down. His rugged face was glistening with sweat and the glow of sex. She leaned down and kissed him, passionately. Their tongues danced. His hands were rubbing her back again, squeezing her butt. She rocked her hips forward, her clit rubbing against him. When she realized he was still hard, still filling her, she began riding him again, starting out slow, feeling his seed leaking out as she did. They slowly picked up pace, not breaking their kiss. Dominick stood suddenly, staying inside her, lips still pressed to hers. He pivoted and laid her on the couch, his weight pushing her deeper into the soft cushions. He began pounding her again, her body responding as she felt yet another orgasm starting to build. Her moaning started again, louder and louder. Chapter 8 Stuart rolled over in bed and looked at the time. Feeling the empty bed beside him, he sat up to see if Elizabeth was in the room. Hearing noises, he climbed out of bed and walked out of the bedroom. He stopped dead in the doorway. In front of him, on the couch, was Elizabeth. What he saw shocked him...

Sue's Fourteenth Birthday by Ashley Copyright© 2022 by Ashley Chapter 5 After school on Wednesday I hurry home so that I’ll have time to shower and shave; I want to look my very best for Kerry. I daren’t turn on the vibrate function of the Tinge because I know I may not be able to stop there. Afterwards I even put a few dabs of perfume on my vulva, which stings like mad for a few seconds but smells lovely. When I enter Kerry’s room her smile is radiant and she’s just as gorgeous as I remember. It’s lovely to see her again and my own smile is every bit as joyous as hers. “Hi Susan, how are you today?” “Fine.” I say. “I’ve just got to take some blood for testing. Nothing to worry about though.” She tells me. After she’s taken a couple of little tube fulls she hands me a paper robe. “Sorry to put you through this again.” “That’s OK,” I say. I sorely tempted to say ‘you can poke around in my pussy any time you want’ but just about manage to control myself. “You know the procedure now.” She says, pointing to the screen. I strip off behind the curtain but have trouble with the ties again and get annoyed with it. Getting naked for Kerry has made me really excited and I just want to get out there. I come out and hand her the robe. “Hateful things,” I say to her. “it’s not as if you haven’t seen it all before anyway.” That may be true but it doesn’t stop Kelly’s eyes from tracking over me like a pair of searchlights. She doesn’t really try to hide the lust on her face and it’s turning me on even more. “Whatever you’re most comfortable with.” She says. “Hop up on the table and adopt the position for me please.” The other advantage of no gown is that I can watch as Kerry sits down between my wide open legs. Kiss it! Kiss it! Kiss it! is all that’s going through my head. When she pushes the speculum into my vagina it slips in really easily because I’m already so wet. I’m really hoping she’ll touch me but she’s very professional and takes the swab in a perfectly correct manner, damn her! “There we are. All done.” She says, but, as she wipes my pussy with a tissue, she grazes my lips with her hand and it makes me gasp. I look down and only then realize that she’s not wearing gloves! “Don’t you need to examine my ovaries again?” I ask her, and I’m embarrassed when it comes out a bit desperate. I literally have my fingers crossed as I say it. “No. I’m afraid not.” She replies and I’m sure I can hear regret in her tone. “You did seem to rather enjoy it last time, didn’t you?” She chuckles and smiles at me. I feel myself turn bright red as I remember the way my holes gripped her fingers. “I could get into a lot of trouble performing unnecessary procedures at work, but...” “But?” I say hopefully. “But I do have some ... specialist equipment at home if you’d be interested in trying that?” I think hard about that for almost fifteen milliseconds. “Yes,” I say. “I would. I definitely would. Yes.” Her smile lights up the room. “I’ll just text my girlfriend, Jade, to let her know we’ll be home soon. Jade will ... assist me if that’s OK?” Oh my God, is that OK. Two of them, and specialist equipment! I gulp. “That sounds...” Superb? Heavenly? F’ing awesome? “ ... lovely” I say, a bit lamely. She taps away on her phone for a bit. “We’d better not leave together. Hang around out the front and I’ll pick you up as I drive past.” I wander off in a bit of a daze with my heart still pattering away at the prospect of Kelly and her girlfriend looking after me. A beeping of a car horn interrupts my daydreaming and, when I look round, I see Kerry in a tiny yellow sports car smiling up at me. Getting in is a struggle, at the end of which my skirt is all rucked up and the front of my panties is on show. I leave it as it is and Kerry keeps glancing down and grinning at me. When Jade opens the door I think all my Christmas’s have come at once. Where Kerry is pale and blonde and gorgeous, Jade’s skin is an ebony so dark it’s almost blue. and her face, framed by a mass of black curls is exquisite. I don’t know what was in Kerry’s text but Jade is already dressed in a short white medical coat with a couple of fasteners at the top undone, showing a beautiful dark cleavage, and a couple at the bottom similarly open, displaying a lovely amount of thigh. I feel totally inadequate against these two goddesses but Jade takes me by the hand. “Welcome Sue, please come in. Kerry’s told me all about you but, to be honest, you’re even lovelier than she said.” Then she kisses me softly on the lips. “You try putting into words how divine this little creature is then.” Kerry says laughing and she puts hand around my waist and kisses me too. All thoughts of inadequacy are gone and suddenly I feel like a million dollars. “Would you like something to drink, or to eat or...?” Says Kerry to me. “I’d like to carry on where we left off with my exam.” I tell her, looking hungrily at Jade’s body in her white coat. “You take Sue through to the bedroom and get her ready while I get changed.” Kerry says to Jade. Jade takes my hand again and leads me through to the bedroom which has the biggest bed I’ve ever seen in it. “Would you like some help getting undressed Miss.” Jade says to me, falling into her nurse’s assistant role. “Yes please nurse Jade.” I reply, dropping my head shyly and adopting a little girly voice. I’m trembling like a, well, like a little girl, as Jade’s soft hands help me quickly out of my clothes. She then takes me by the elbow and leads me to the end of the bed. Just as she sits me down the door opens and Kerry comes in, wearing the same outfit as Jade, with similar amount of lovely flesh on show. She’s carrying a bag with her which I hope contains the ‘specialist equipment’ she mentioned, which she puts to the side of the bed. “Good,” She says, all efficiency. “you’re ready. We can start. If you could lie back for me please Susan.” I lie back and feel Kerry’s hands grip my ankles and raise my feet up onto the bed. “If you could examine Susan’s breasts for me Jade that would be a great help.” Jade kneels on the bed and her hands fondle my little breasts in a most delightful way, but, infuriatingly, she’s avoiding my nipples which are crying out for attention. Kerry, meanwhile has pushed my legs gently apart and I can feel her breath on my pussy. “Oh dear...” She say solemnly. “Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.” “Is there a problem doctor?” Jade asks her. Oh, I think dreamily, Kerry’s been promoted, that’s nice. “It’s just as I thought, it’s very swollen and wet.” She pauses as if considering the problem. “Have you finished examining her breasts yet nurse.” “Yes doctor, they’re ... perfect.” “And the nipples? You did check the nipples this time I take it?” Kerry says testily. All the time she’s berating Jade her fingers are stroking my labia ever so softly. “Yes doctor.” Jade lies, and immediately starts rubbing my aching nipples between her fingers which is only ever going to make Kerry’s problems even worse. “And the oral test. Yes?” Kerry demands, and Jade leans over and takes my left nipple into her mouth before mumbling “Yes.” around it. She switches to the other nipple and I’m pretty much in heaven. “And, how are they girl!?” She says exasperated. “They’re lov ... all in order doctor.” “Susan,” She says, in a much softer tone. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to take a peek inside. Is that OK?” “If you must doctor.” I squeak. She pushes my legs further apart and then uses her hands to part my labia. “Yes,” She says. “More inflammation and more secretions I’m afraid. I could take a sample and send it off to the lab or...” “Or?” I breathe. “Or I could perform what we in the medical profession call a gustatory test, which will give us an immediate result.” “Will it hurt?” “No darl ... Susan. It won’t hurt at all.” When her tongue slips into the entrance to my vagina it makes my head spin. Her nose is pushed hard against my clit and, what with Jade still checking my nipples admirably thoroughly, I’m pretty much on cloud nine. “Mmmmm,” Kerry moans. “I think that it’s fine but a second opinion is always a good idea.” I feel her finger inside me and then she reaches it towards Jade who sucks on it greedily. “Yes,.” Jade declares. “Seems ... wonder ... gorg ... fine to me too.” “Er...” I whisper. “Yes Susan, what is it?” Kerry asks me. “Could I ... check it please.” “Of course, of course.” She replies and gets another finger full which she offers to me. I instantly like it but find it hard to say why. It tastes sweet at first, then a bit tangy and maybe salty. It makes me think of salted caramel which I love, not that it tastes like that, it’s just the sweet with the salty I think. “I need to check your clitoris. Do you know what that is Susan?” Kerry asks me. I guess that ‘yes’ isn’t the way to go here. “No,” I say innocently. “never heard of it.” I feel her squeeze it’s base and gently pull back the hood and then touch it ever so gently with her fingertip. “It’s this little chap here, see?” She says. “Silly me. Of course you can’t see. Jade if you could demonstrate please?” I watch as Jade undoes the remaining poppers on her coat and takes it off. He skin is incredible: so shiny it looks like it’s been polished, and her body is beautiful, managing to be both slender and curvaceous at the same time. She climbs back onto the bed and kneels over my head. She has a carefully trimmed triangle of pubic hair above her slit, which looks lovely, and I wonder if I have enough hair to pull that look off, probably not yet, I think, shame. When she opens up her pussy with her hands it literally takes my breath away. The contrast between her luscious pink insides and her jet black skin is just beautiful beyond words. She doesn’t have to do anything to expose her clit though it’s there, proud and erect and, compared to mine, it’s huge. I absolutely can’t resist it and raise my head and suck on it like a little cock. Jade throws her head back and I feel her trembling all over. “Do you see it Susan?” “Uh-huh.” I mumble around Jade’s clit which makes her gasp out loud. “Whatever you do don’t let her make you suck it. She’s always doing that!” “Nuh-uh.” Jade’s clit is so long I can suck it and lick the end at the same time which, judging by the way she’s wriggling on my face, Jade really, really likes. I fill my hands full of Jade’s luscious ass cheeks, sneaking my fingers between them to tease at her asshole. She seems to like that a lot too because I feel it open up and I can push my finger inside to the second knuckle. “I’ll just make sure there’s no difference in taste around your clit.” Says Kerry and starts to suck on it which is just f’ing amazing. “Mmmmmm.” I moan around Jade’s clit which, combined with the fingering, and the licking and the sucking, which I’m still definitely not doing, makes her cum. “Did I mention I’ve been having trouble with my ovaries?” I say to Kerry as Jade falls off my face and curls up into a quivering little ball next to me. I stroke her back and her bottom gently and she hums to herself, twitching happily. “Well,” Say Kerry, rummaging in her bag. “We could do that ... or we could... “ She holds up a large white dildo with what looks suspiciously like hand drawn lines up the side. “ ... we could measure the depth of your vagina,” Then, with a flourish worthy of a magician, she produces a similar, but slimmer, dildo. “and your rectum!” “Well, if it’s for science.” I rely nobly. Jade seems to perk up at that, uncurls herself, kneels over my face, the other way round this time, and kisses me lightly over my clit. “Well done Nurse. If you could make sure that the patient is fully lubricated for me please.” Jade attacks my clit, licking and sucking on it. I return the favor, but I’m ready to deny it should Kerry check again. “OK Susan, I’m going to test your vagina first. You may feel a slight pressure.” She says in a business-like tone, and slips it in agonizingly slowly, and it feels fabulous. “Let me know when you want me to stop.” She says, and keeps pushing it in. “Six inches ... Seven inches. Are you sure you’re still OK Susan?” “I’m fine,” I grunt. “don’t stop! For God’s sake, don’t stop!” “Eight inches ... That’s really very good for a girl your age...” I feel so, so full and it’s wonderful, but then I feel it pushing against something, my cervix? “I think that’s all I can take.” I tell her breathlessly. “Eight and a half inches. Well done!” Kerry says happily, and then I feel her start to apply lubricating saliva to my asshole via the handy dispenser of her mouth and tongue. Jade is still lapping at my clit and I feel myself teetering on the edge of an almighty orgasm. “So I’m going to measure your anal depth now.” At the same time? I wonder, both panicking and dribbling a bit, from both ends I think. As she slides it into me I feel it stretch my ass while my pussy is stuffed, it drives me over the edge and I start cumming, squeezing down hard on both of the dildos. “That’s a good girl!” Says Kerry encouragingly, and Jade increases her efforts on my clit to help me along. Jade spins round and kisses me hard and deep on the mouth which means I get another chance to savor the taste of my pussy. That leaves Kerry to take over on my clit, which she does admirably well. It also means Jade can take over attending to my nipples leaving my hands free to explore both hers and finger her lovely slit. The feeling of absolute fullness from Kerry’s experiments with my holes is extraordinary. I can feel the two dildos almost touching inside me and the pleasure they’re giving me is just extraordinary. “Six inches!” She proclaims proudly. I’ve been on the verge of cumming for a while now, just not quite getting there when I feel Kerry’s mouth leave my clit. “Let’s try turning them on and see if we can get a bit deeper like that.” She says. Turn them on! Fuck, they’re vibrators! is all I get a chance to think before the most incredible sensations start going through my whole groin and I cum, hard, seemingly everywhere at once! “Oooo!” Cries Kerry joyfully, “you’re squirting!” I’ve never done that before and I feel liquid running down around my ass as I squirt on each of the aftershock orgasms as well. They are both so happy for me that they wriggle round until they can both kiss and cuddle me, and I’m about as happy as I think a girl can ever get. After a while I realize that I really have to go for a pee and I extricate myself from their loving embrace. When I come back they are sixty-nineing and they look so gorgeous, like the world’s sexiest ever yin and yang symbol. Something makes me look at my watch and I see that I’m already late for dinner. I get dressed watching Jade and Kerry make delicious love to each other’s pussies. I say goodbye to Kerry and she kisses me, getting Jade’s juices all over me. I can’t resist licking Jade’s pussy since it’s only inches away from my face. I clamber around to the other end of the pair of bodies and kiss Jade goodbye too, and I see Kerry’s pussy for the first time. It’s the spitting image of mine and, funnily enough, tastes kind of similar too. I look at them both and I desperately want to stay, but I know Mom will kill me, so I rush off with one last, longing look backwards at the pair of them. When I get home Mom kisses me and licks her lips. “Kerry?” “Well yes,” I admit. “and her girlfriend Jade actually.” “Very nice.” She says fondly, ruffling my hair “Francine sends her love by the way.” She adds, with a cheeky grin. It takes me a few moments to place the name, then it comes to me. “The lady in the department store?” I ask. “Yes that’s right. Her personal shopper service is very personal. I can definitely recommend it.” “Oh yes?” “I wanted to try on some panties,” She explained. “but she said I could only do it if my pussy was very clean. That lady’s tongue is incredible, almost prehensile.” She says, with a dreamy look on her face. I try to imagine Francine’s tongue cleaning my pussy and decide to save up for some new undies as a matter of some urgency. The following Saturday I’m round at Miranda’s. She’s so jealous of my new look but there’s no way her parents will let her dress like me. “Why don’t we go to the mall, buy you some nice things and then, before you go home, you can change back? I can take your sexy gear home and give it to you when you need it.” When we get there I suggest we start with lingerie since that worked so well with me, and she gets a few pairs of bikini panties and some thongs, one of which she decides she wants to wear. She insists on me coming into the changing room with her so that I can tell her what I think of them. I try not to be too obvious but, when you’re in a tiny changing room with mirrors with all round, it’s hard not to see everything. She’s got a lovely little bod with tits a little bigger than mine and some cute fluffy pubes that look so darling I just want to ... I have to look up at the ceiling at that point before we get thrown out for making out in the store’s changing room. We then go through loads of shops with Miranda trying stuff on. Watching her getting in and out of all these skirts is really turning me on and I can’t help but keep brushing the skin of her legs and arms as I admire some of the clothing. I think she’s turned on having me watch her, at least her nipples are out on stalks most of the time, and the length of time she spends just in her undies gets longer and longer. It’s actually getting a bit embarrassing, with us both being in such confined spaces the odor of excited pussy is getting quite noticeable, and I’m really not sure if it’s just me or if it’s both of us. In the end she decides on a tight high waist ruched mini skirt which looks great on her and she decides to wear that too. The great thing about it is that it can be almost as long or short as you want and I’m jealous and want one too. She goes for nearly obscenely short, and it must have worked because almost as soon as we walk out of the store a guy walks into a garbage bin rubber-necking at us both and we can’t stop giggling for ages afterwards. When we’ve finished showing off and teasing all the men at the mall she changes back into her old clothes in the ladies restroom and we go back to her place. “Thanks so much for helping me out Sue.” She says to me, while holding my shoulders and looking at me kind of longingly. “No problem,” I say. “Anytime.” She pulls me in for a cuddle and our breasts and our pussies are pressed hard against each other. My hands move gradually down from her back to her ass and I pull her even harder against me. Then I see the clock on her bedside table and realize with a jolt that I’m missing valuable quality time with my mom. “God, sorry Miranda. I’ve really got to go.” I tell her, and the look on her face nearly breaks my heart. I take her face in my hands and kiss her firmly on the mouth. I daren’t go in with my tongue or I know I’ll never leave. I squeeze her lips between mine and kiss her with all the passion I have. “I’m really, really, sorry. Ask your mom if we can have a sleepover and we’ll carry on where we left off.” I tell her. She looks a little mollified. I kiss her briefly again and run off home. “Hi Mom, sorry I’m late!” I shout as I go into the house. “It’s just me actually.” I hear. It’s Dad’s voice and it’s coming from the lounge. I go in and he’s lying on the couch with an ice pack near the top of his right thigh. “Mom had to take Nick to the game. I think I’ve pulled a hamstring.” He says, a little mournfully. Damn, I think, I could have stayed with Miranda after all. He’s wearing his running gear: an old pair of knee length soft cotton shorts and a singlet, and I can smell the sweat coming off him from the doorway. It smells great and I move over to stand beside him, breathing in great lungfuls of his lovely manly scent. On the table beside him are two empty bottles of Bud. I look down at him, his hairy chest barely covered by the vest and the tingling in my pussy from my time with Miranda is back in spades. He runs his fingers up the inside of my leg to about the level of my hem and I can’t help squeaking as I come out in goosebumps all over. He chuckles. “Get Daddy another beer will you honey.” He asks me. “Oh, and some Tylenol.” When I come back I stand next to him and hand him the beer and the pills. As he takes the pills and washes them down with the beer I watch as a bulge forms in his baggy shorts. I realize that he can almost certainly see up my skirt from where he is lying and I lean over a bit as if to look at his leg. “Does it hurt a lot?” I ask him, while admiring the lump. “It’s not too bad,” He says, bravely. “I just can’t do much with it.” The bulge is bigger now, a lot bigger, and I can see it twitching. “I could try massaging it for you, if you think that might help?” I think I’m talking about his leg but I’m definitely looking at his dick. He seems to ponder that for a while, or maybe he’s just mesmerized by the sight of my pantie clad pussy. “Might be worth a try. There’s some massage oil in my bedside table.” He suggests helpfully. I fetch it and am back in no time at all. Our sofa is one of those wide boxy shaped ones so there’s plenty of room for me to straddle his lower legs but he squeaks when I touch the bad one. I move them apart so that I can just kneel over his good one and he seems happier. I put the ice-pack on the floor and then push the leg of his shorts up as far as I can, which means I feel his balls on the back of my hand, which is nice. Then I put some oil on my hands and start to rub it into his leg. At first he keeps flinching but then he lets out a huge sigh and relaxes a bit. I sit back and find that my pussy is now pressing against his shin. It feels lovely and I move my ass in little circles as I rub his leg. “How’s that?” I ask. “A little higher and a bit more between my thighs.” He says. I try again to push the leg of his shorts out of the way, and rub into his inner thigh. My hands are very close to brushing his balls now, and I rub a little higher and there they are, heavy against my hand at the end of each stroke. I realize I’m more or less shagging his leg in the manner of a horny dog, but hopefully with a little bit more subtlety. “A little bit higher.” “I can’t Dad, your shorts are in the way.” I explain. “I could just take them off.” I suggest helpfully. “But I’m ... hard.” He tells me. “I can see that.” I say. “It’s perfectly natural and it’s not as if I haven’t seen a penis before.” I say it as if I’ve seen hundreds not just Nick and Shaun’s. “You haven’t seen mine before.” He protests, a little weakly I think. “I have actually,” I say. “When I was ten I broke into your bathroom and saw you in the shower.” I thought it looked funny at the time, but I’m thinking that, with any luck, I’ll find it less funny this time. Without waiting for any further excuses I climb off him and pull and tug at his shorts until I get them off. Dad is clutching his manhood for dear life. “May as well take these off as well.” I say, taking off my skirt and blouse. “I don’t want to get them all covered in oil.” I clamber back on him, lower my now quite wet pussy back onto his leg and carry on massaging his thigh. He’s having a bit of trouble keeping himself all covered up and I’m having a great time getting the occasional interesting glimpses of his glans and ballsack. “Pass me the oil.” I say, pointing to the bottle which I seem to have accidentally put just out of my reach. He picks it up with one hand while fighting a losing battle with the other to cover his cock and balls. I ignore the proffered bottle and take a finger of his other hand and lift it up. He doesn’t fight me at all and I drop his hand down at his side. His cock is fully erect and it’s massive. Well, massive in my very limited experience. It’s nearly twice as long as my hand and I don’t think I’ll be able to wrap my hand all the way around it. I finally take the bottle from him and he puts that hand down on his other side. “That looks inflamed too.” I say, gazing raptly as his throbbing penis while rubbing more oil over my hands. I test my theory about it’s girth and I can’t reach around it. With both hands I smear oil all up and down the shaft and, when I rub my hands over the head, his whole body shudders. “If you keep that up Sue I’m going to cum all over your hands.” He warns me, in a strangled voice. I immediately lift my hands away. “We can’t have that.” I say seriously, and resume rubbing his leg. When he’s calmed down a bit I reposition myself so that I’m straddling his hips. With one hand I grip his cock firmly and with the other I pull my panties to the side. My head spins as I rub his cock up and down my lips and then place it at the entrance to my vagina. “Don’t want to waste that lovely cum on my hands.” I say, and drop on him like a stone. His huge cock stretches me in the most wonderful way and I start to ride him like the stallion he is. I feel his hands free my breasts from my little bra and he mauls them, twisting and pulling at my nipples in the most glorious way. I begin to cum and my muscles are straining around his cock when I hear the front door open. “There was a power outage... “ I hear mom’s voice as she comes into the room. I’m still cumming and driving Dad’s cock into me for all that I’m worth. His hands and his fingers don’t even pause in their toying of my breasts. “Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.” I hear her say and I can hear she’s getting closer. I feel a light touch on the bows at the sides of my panties and then they’re slipped off of me. There’s now nothing to hide the sight of Dad’s erection inside my pussy. I feel her finger slide along my slick pussy lips and then up to my asshole. “What the FUCK,” And, as she shouts the word fuck, she rams her finger right into my asshole. “do you two think you are doing?” Once again I feel both of my holes gripping down hard as the last vestiges of my orgasm play out. She adds another finger into my ass and keeps pistoning me with them, Dad’s still thrusting into me and between them, incredibly, I feel myself start to build towards another orgasm. “Nick. Get your clothes off and get over here!” Fuck, I think, Nick’s here too! “Yes Mom.” I hear his voice, all meek in response her her order. She pats the couch behind me and I feel his weight on it as he climbs on. The next thing I know she takes her fingers out of me and replaces them with the head of Nick’s cock. Oh My God. They’re going to fuck me in the pussy and the ass at the same time! I’m half horrified and half trembling with excitement. Mom leans over me and covers my mouth with hers. Our tongues writhe against each other and, her fingers slip between my legs and seek out my clit. At some signal, unseen by me, Nick shoves his cock fully up my rectum. I’ve got gorgeous sensations assailing me from every part of my body now and I’m in absolute heaven. I hear an incredible mewling, howling noise and it’s a while before I realize that it’s coming from me. The orgasms crash through me one after the other, from my clit, my vagina and most of all my asshole, and my mind is just overwhelmed. It’s not able to handle the absolute pleasure and control my limbs at the same time. Luckily I don’t have to, my wonderful family is there to handle all that for me. When Dad and Nick cum inside me, almost at the same time, it sparks another sequence of orgasms in me and I slump over onto Dad’s chest, utterly spent. Mom is cuddling me from behind and kissing my neck. “Welcome to the Young family Susan.” She says softly in my ear. “My mother said any younger than fourteen was too young. For a little while there I thought you hadn’t inherited the Young girls’ special genes, but I needn’t have worried had I?” She picks me up incredibly easily and I wrap my arms around her neck and my legs around her waist. She cups the bare cheeks of my ass and starts to carry me out of the room. “Let’s get you cleaned up and into bed.” She says, and carries me upstairs. “Us Young girls have always been special,” She says to me, when I’m all clean and tucked in. “Your grandmother will explain it all when she gets here tomorrow.” I’m looking forward to seeing Memaw, she’s like a supersized version of Mom, very statuesque and glamorous if a little frightening sometimes. When she arrives the next day she takes me up to my room almost immediately after saying hello to everyone. She sits on the bed and I snuggle up next to her with her arm around my shoulders. “You know I work in medical research?” She asks me. “Yes.” “My specialty is female sexuality and specifically hyper-sexuality. When I was young I was just like you are now, and my mom was the same, even though she tried to hide it. We didn’t know it at the time of course, but it’s largely down to pheromones. Have you heard of them?” “A little bit.” “Have you noticed that people want to be close to you?” “Yes, I have actually.” She’s stroking my arm softly and it’s making her breasts, which I realize now are even bigger than Mom’s, jiggle enticingly. “That’s Oxytocin, it’s sometimes called the ‘love hormone’. We produce a lot more than most women. But that’s just the start, there are a whole bunch of endogenous steroids that we give off when we’re sexually aroused.” She says. Some of that went over my head, not least because I’m being distracted by her nipples which are close to my lips and are very large and very erect. “They have the effect of sexually exciting people near us but they also excite us at the same time. You end up with a kind of exponential snowball effect. Are you with me so far Sue?” “I think so.” I say. In fact I think I’m living evidence of what she’s saying. I’m so horny now it’s not true. “Now I was a bit naughty.” She confesses. “I asked your mom to get some bloods and vaginal smears from you so that I could test them. I also did some genetic tests on your father. It looks like there was some Young blood somewhere in his ancestry because you’ve got some of the Young girls’ genes kind of doubled...” I think she lost her thread a bit there because I’m scraping my thumbnail across her nipple and she goes quiet for a while, just breathing heavily. “Basically we’re walking aphrodisiacs, you most of all...” She starts to say, and then stops. “Dear Lord,” She says quietly. “I don’t think Kerry took the swab when you were fully aroused because... “ She stops talking then as Mom comes into the room. “Have you finished with your scientific mumbo jumbo yet Mom?” She asks Memaw, who just sighs. Mom then comes over to the bed, kneels down, puts her head in our laps, and puts her arms around us. “I don’t think you should do that.” Memaw says to her nervously, but Mom makes a quiet growling noise in her throat, like a lioness or something, and hold us tighter, pushing her face into our pussies and taking great lungfuls of air. She then pushes both of our skirts up and licks our pussies through our panties. I see that Memaw is wearing stockings and suspenders and it looks so sexy I think I’ll have to try it - maybe when I go and see Francine! There follow a mad, frenzied five minutes of hands and teeth while we try desperately to shed our clothes. It ends with Mom and Memaw standing over me naked like a gorgeous cliff of voluptuous flesh as I lay on the bed. “Please be gentle with me, I’ll be a good girl.” I squeak at them while lewdly opening my legs and rubbing at my wet pussy. Needless to say they ignore my entreaties and fall on me like ravenous beasts. I don’t know if it’s that most of my blood goes to engorge my erogenous zones or if it’s the quantity of pheromones we’re generating between us but what happens next is largely a wonderful blur. I do remember Memaw’s breasts as being awesome and also the way she adored having her nipples chewed on. A also remember when I was standing on the bed with Mom attacking my pussy with her mouth and Memaw seeing how far up my ass she can get her tongue. This is now officially my number one favorite position and we only stopped because I came so hard I fell over. Oh, and Mom and Memaw sixty-nining while I bit, sucked, licked or stuck my fingers into whatever I could find, until they begged for mercy. I awake later in the near dark because someone is shaking my shoulder. I’m in a lovely warm nest of soft and slightly sticky flesh, and I try to burrow deeper to avoid this unwelcome intrusion. “C’mon honey.” I hear, and it’s Dads voice. I open my eyes and he picks me up under the arms and lifts me from my burrow. I wrap my legs around his middle and look longingly over his shoulder at Mom and Memaw who are snuggling back together to fill the void that I just left. All of my most intimate parts feel swollen and tender. “How long?” I ask him. “About four hours baby.” He replies, as he limps towards the door. “We’re not going to be able to have the three of you in the same room from now on I don’t think.” The sight of my two magnificent matriarchs embracing and Dad’s hand on my bottom get me going again despite the exhaustion that I’m feeling and I wriggle my ass against Dad’s hands. He limps faster and, when we get to his bathroom, he just walks straight into the shower and turns it on. He puts me down and supports me with an arm around my waist as he rinses me off. His dressing gown is soon sodden and it’s getting in the way, so he takes it off and throws it out of the door, leaving him in just his shorts. I think he sees that I’m a bit sore and he’s incredibly gentle as he lathers me up and washes me. His hands feel lovely on my skin and I’m getting really turned on. He rinses me off with the flexible shower head and, when he directs it between my legs, it hits my swollen clit and I nearly collapse it feels so incredible. Interestingly I can see his cock under his shorts and it looks like he’s only partially erect. When I’m all clean he wraps me up in a fluffy white towel and, as he dries me off, my pussy is positively singing again. As he unwraps the towel and my scent hit’s him, he closes his eyes and breaths deeply and almost ecstatically. I watch fascinated as his cock pushes out of the fly of his shorts and becomes fully erect in a matter of seconds. “I’m going to have to buy some nose plugs.” He says quietly to himself, before covering my wet little pussy with his mouth. I seems that Memaw knew exactly what she was talking about: I’m not a slut after all, I’ve just got a medical condition! I think happily, as I pull Dad up by the ears so that I can kiss him and get at his lovely big fat cock.

Sophie Digitally Naked in School by Executionus Part 15: My face was full of pure naughtiness as I explained my game to Ben "So the point of this game is to see which one of us gives up first, and it is going to be VERY HARD for both of us to resist giving in. I am going to start moving now, sliding up and down, up and down, and finally letting us experience the full maximum and intense pleasure of sex. Once I start, I won't want to stop, not one bit. You've probably noticed that I'm...a little crazy when I get too horny. BUT...we don't want you to cum too early from me riding too passionately, so here's how the game works:" I paused a moment for dramatic tension, then resumed "I fuck your sexy little brains out until you get too close to the edge. When you're losing control and getting to the point of no return, you have to yell out 'I'm going to cum!' and I am forced to stop immediately to let you calm down and recover. You have to use those exact words though, shy boy, no stuttering. I want to hear you say those exact naughty words again and again to me as I stop you from actually doing it, just barely, over and over again. If I get so horny that I just can't stop any more, then you win. If you go off without saying anything or if you wait too long to speak up and go off even if I do stop, then I win. It'll be like Red Light Green Light, but for sex. And if you win, then you get the power to get more sex out of me at will for the next year and I can never refuse you. So, wanna play?" My heart thumps in my chest having made such a perverted challenge with such an extreme prize, but in reality that prize is more a reward to me than him. I want to give him the power to take me at will, to not even need to ask my permission first. I want him to come to me every time that he gets horny from now on, or every time that a naughty idea or fantasy comes to mind for him. The explosively sexy possibilities are endless and I will NEED that rush again and again. Ben answered me "More than anything in the world, beautiful. But what do you get if you win?" I honestly didn't even think about that, since I want HIM to win so badly. Still, this game needed a second prize so I reply "Well...I guess if I win, then I earn that power over you. I'd have the power of getting sex from you at will, any time, any place, just by telling you that I wanted it" He snickered "Jokes on you, you already have that power. But let's do it!" Cheeky bastard! I guess he's right though. This prize we're fighting over is a mere formality. Neither of us is ever likely to say no to the other after this, prize or no prize. At long last I start moving up his long shaft, then down again. Just doing it once sends a shiver through me, and I didn't even go that high yet. This is going to be unbearably intense and I cannot wait. I rise up on him slowly again, then slide right back down. And then I do it again. My boy's eyes roll into his skull, as he slips into heaven from me riding him. His look of extreme sexual pleasure is so hot, as if I needed any more turn ons in this moment. After several up and down movements going slowly, I carefully speed up now really going at it. God my everything down there feels amazing. I didn't realize that every time I moved upwards that my pussy would fill the gap made, causing every thrust immediately afterwards to have to part me open inside again and again. My sensitive areas are being massaged and I'm losing my mind with lust. My speed keeps going faster, my eyes are closed, and my breathing is turning into a constant siren noise announcing my ecstasy to anyone in hearing range. I try to keep my volume down at least, but even that little bit of control is wearing away fast. How long am I riding this man? Seconds? Years? I can't even remember anymore. Upper brain functions have turned off. There is no think, only fuck. "I'm going to cum!" Ben suddenly yells out. Damnit! Shit. I freeze, stopping cold as per the rules of the game. Man, that was hard. The very first "red light" and my entire body is already screaming at me to keep going and just lose. The sudden stop gives me a feeling of...I dunno what to call it. Girl blue balls. Blue lips? Either way, over the next few seconds Ben catches his breath, clearly having waited almost too long before telling me to stop. I tease my sexy stud "You almost lost, didn't you? But so did I, so we're even." He giggled at me "Yeah...yeah." I then told him "You yelling that to me though? HUGE turn on! I didn't think this through at all, because your command for me to stop is so sexy that it reduces my willpower to actually do it" Suddenly my shy boy was replaced by a naughty sensual-voiced tiger who asked me "So...you like it that much when I tell you that you're about to make me cum in you?" OOOOO! His voice shifting into sexy mode like that was a rush. I'm pretty sure that he noticed me blush and shift my neck from that. I respond with my own sexy voice "Oh my God, I think I finally woke up the Ben-gal tiger inside of you. I like that. Are you ready yet for green light?" This freaking man then responds to me with "If you think you can handle it, sure", and I am SHOOK! I start moving once again, up and down, returning to the bliss of heaven in flesh form. I loosen up a lot this second go after a few seconds, moving my hips around while I pump him in order to make the sensations reach an even higher level. I've been watching hardcore porn since I was 10, you had better believe that I took notes about how to properly ride cowgirl! I remembered how much he loved being squeezed, so I tightened my Kegel muscles on him several times in order to drive him wild. Hell, I get cocky at one point, putting my hands on top of my head and rocking my hips in a full 360 a few times while he watched me. Even though his whole damn world is being rocked by me right now, he's still holding out on me longer than I expected, as if he's starting to get the hang of this himself. I start getting a little nervous about not being ready to stop when the time comes, since it feels like it'll happen any second now. "I'm going to cum!" Ben suddenly yells out again. I freeze. My pussy is furious with me for stopping, but I did it. I feel his dick throbbing inside of me harder than ever before, trying to hold it in at all costs. God, how close did he cut that one? It feels like it would only take one single pump of my pussy to finish him off right now. I'm not going to lie about my intense temptation to test that theory, but I also didn't want this to end just yet. We both sit in silence for 30 seconds to recover and cool off. I tell my boy "I'm so happy right now. I've waited my entire teenage life for this, and you have been far better than I ever expected my first time to be. Just you wait, I'm telling the entire school that you are the undisputed king of sex after today." He smiled for me, then said "And you are my worthy queen. It's funny...I can't really tell anyone that I got with Minka, the girl the entire school wishes they had. Instead I'll just tell them all that I made love to my new girlfriend Sophie, her superior." I gasp "Boy, you better be careful saying things that sweet to me when I have your dick in my pussy. I might just have to start trying to make you blow your load for real." The Ben-gal tiger replied "Bring it on" Oh I brought it on! I sped up to maximum this time, rubbing his chest with my hands while I pumped and wiggled my hips. I pulled sounds out of him that were pure animal in nature. I squeezed my Kegel muscles tightly and held them there, gripping Ben's dick firmly for maximum pleasure all up and down his shaft. I didn't hold back one ounce, this was full power! I was bringing myself scarily close to being in danger of cumming again myself at this rate. Without warning Ben quickly yelled "I'm going to cuuuum!!" I wasn't ready for him to yell that so fast, so I almost couldn't stop in time. I kept going for three more full pumps before I was able to cease moving. Those last extra strokes of his hypersensitive love muscle were pushing him, testing him, and required every last ounce of his willpower to hold in and resist. I could feel it the entire time, with his legs dancing underneath my body as a desperate effort to gain even a single extra drop of hope. I had to hold absolutely perfectly still like a statue, because even just shifting my weight could finish him off. Somehow, somehow he made it and didn't cum, but his dick was now stuck pushing outwards against my vaginal walls with a fierce intensity. I could feel every single twitch, every drop of blood pumping into it sending waves of pleasure through my own hypersensitive lovers lane. I could tell...this time he was really right on the edge, and I mean that ultimate edge that people reach during edge play. His breathing is almost just hyperventilating right now. Just feeling my pussy squeezing his dick was holding him at maximum, it didn't take any movement any more at this level of sensitivity. I don't think he's coming down from this level. This is it, if I start again anytime soon he's going to blow. I can feel it. I look at him, his eyes still closed and breathing rapidly for me "Sorry for not stopping right away. Are you enjoying yourself, sexy boy? It feels like you are experiencing maximum pleasure right now" He can't even talk or open his eyes at first, he just nods. After maybe 30 whole seconds he finally gathers himself enough to say "That was so good, but I can't take any more. If you move fast at all from now on I'm done, it's over. If we're going to keep playing the game you have to only move very slowly or else I'm going to lose." I was enjoying this feeling of power, and truly I was savoring this entire moment. Here he is, completely naked, arms tied behind his back with a belt, lying on his back on the floor underneath me under my complete control. At any moment I could make him cum and there isn't a single thing he could do to stop me. And me? I'm perched up on his midsection, sitting high and proud, with every single inch of his huge dick inside of me swallowing it whole to the point where his pubes are tickling my hairless pubis. I used to fantasize about just SEEING a moment like this for myself...but now I'm here living it. It was then at this precise moment when the door to the dressing room opened up, and our mutual friend Haylee walked in on us! Part 16: I couldn't believe it when it happened. Here we were, Ben and I, having sex, losing our virginities to one-another, and we were inching very close to the final explosion of lust and pleasure. And then we both hear the door open, jumping in shock as we look and see Haylee walk in on us. I was facing the doorway and her directly, sitting on Ben's dick. Ben had to tilt his head upwards to see her, which he did instantly when we heard the noise. I screamed and threw my hands over my chest and crotch, suddenly massively self-conscious and aware of my own nudity in the middle of the school building. Ben screamed "HAYLEE!!!" in a voice of pure embarrassed terror, his voice actually cracking and going high pitched. Haylee herself froze with her mouth open as she saw us there, and there was no hiding what we were doing...or the fact that we were both completely naked with her looking at us. Ben started struggling to free his hands pinned and tied behind his back, but that was futile. Haylee being Haylee, she didn't stop staring at us at all as that girl has zero ability to be subtle. I watched her eyes and they were locked firmly on Ben's chest and abs...and possibly where our two groins were interlocked (although I had that spot covered with my right hand). Haylee wasn't the type of shy girl to just avert her eyes and back away. Now that we were caught, she was going to enjoy the view and savor our embarrassment for a little bit. That's just the kind of nutjob she is. I knew it, and I think Ben knew it too. I started to adjust in order to get up and start moving to some form of cover when Ben suddenly yelled frantically "SOPHIE! DON'T MOVE!" The nervousness in his voice stunned me, and at first I couldn't figure out what he was talking about. And then suddenly it hit me: My pussy was the only thing covering his dick right now. If I moved off of him, then he'd be naked in front of Haylee and she'd see it all, including how hard it is right now so close to the edge. Because his hands are still tied behind his body, he wouldn't even be able to cover up his nakedness at all if I got off of him. My body is the only thing that this almost-naked boy is wearing as clothes right now. Wow...this boy is literally using my pussy as clothes. Why is that thought such a MAJOR turn on? I looked at Haylee again and she was blushing straight scarlet, something that she normally doesn't do. I know that Haylee isn't attracted to me because she's straight, absurdly straight, she's so hetero that she doesn't even qualify as a homo sapien any longer. I think Haylee is actually the only person I talked to all day that had zero sexual interest in my leaked pictures. But right now she is jumping right up into horndog mode at almost ME speeds. It's Ben! She's reacting to seeing Ben under me, naked as the day he was born save for wearing my pussy right now. Her eyes are locked right on Ben's lower abs and my hand covering our physical connection. She's trying to x-ray vision a peek at his penis! Remember, Haylee cannot subtle, her entire face is screaming "Let me see it!" in silent ways that are paradoxically very loud. Haylee finally manages to speak "Um...hey guys! Neither of you were answering your phones so we all got really worried. Whatcha doin' in here?" The sass in her fake question was deep, considering all three of us knew exactly what the sex we were doing before she walked in! We didn't answer, so she continued "I guess you both finally handled that virginity problem you both kept worrying so much about. And wow, Ben. You grew up! I remember way back when I used to babysit you, and also how you were always biking all over the neighborhood all the time. I never thought I'd someday see you like THIS" Ben was trembling a little under me and pitifully pleaded "Haylee! Stop looking at me! Sophie, don't let HAYLEE see me naked! Please!" His emphasis on her name caught my attention. He's not just worried about "a girl" seeing him naked, it's this specific girl which is embarrassing the hell out of him. It just now occurred to me that I didn't really know the extent of their relationship. Apparently they were neighbors who had known each other for years. Funny, I've also known Haylee for years and even been to her house, but I never met Ben before. She apparently babysat him when they were younger, since Haylee and I are two years older than he is. Did he have a crush on her? Did SHE have a crush on HIM that I didn't know about? Hell, I don't know anything about how close they are or what. All I knew for certain was that they were important enough in each others lives for the act of her seeing (or not seeing) him naked to be a huge deal to them both. Something about Ben's reactions seemed more ashamed of himself than anything else though, and that's when it hit me that Haylee had at one point been an authority figure over him. This wasn't like letting me, a mutual peer and love interest see him naked, even if I'm the same age as Haylee. This was somebody that he saw as above him, and this was making him worry that this is all wrong, that she was judging him, or that she would make fun of him for this. I knew Haylee better than that, she would be hugely supportive to both me and Ben for hooking up. I needed Ben to get that too, and that's when I knew what I had to say in order to diffuse his stress. "Hey Haylee" I announced "What do you think of my new boyfriend's body here without any of his clothes to block the view? Go on, tell me what you're thinking right now. It's written all over your face." Oooo, both of them blushed. It was great. Haylee then answered me "Wow, just...it's weird. I've known him since he was little. I never noticed how much of a HUNK he became! Ben you need to start not wearing a shirt when you play outside like half of the other boys do. Me and the other girls in the neighborhood deserve some really nice eye candy from time to time." I watched Ben's reaction closely, and he noticeably averted his eyes from Haylee and got a mix of shy and happy when she called him a hunk. It was adorable. It also helped him relax just a tad and not be so tense about being about 99% naked here in front of her. Meanwhile, I could still feel his dick pulsing inside of me. It had calmed down a little from its earlier absolute edge, but it's still very close to losing all control. Not wanting to let the mood completely die off here, I wiggle my hips a little bit for him, with Haylee clearly watching me do it. Ben twitched and shivered, inside and out, as he was not expecting that. Haylee's mouth just dropped and she lost the ability to keep talking it seemed. Ben was looking at me and his face was somehow torn between "please don't let her see me naked" and "I'm so horny that I don't actually care as long as I bust this nut in you". I don't think even he knew for sure what he wanted right now. I can't explain it. I can't. Something about this moment, something about the look of perverted lust in Haylee's face and the look of shame/arousal in Ben's face, something about all of it together gave me the strongest, craziest, most insane desire that I've had all day. This desire doesn't even make sense, and yet I felt it overwhelmingly strongly.... I wanted to let Haylee see Ben naked. Why do I want that? Why do I want another girl seeing my boyfriend naked? And this is a hot girl, with years of history with both him and me, and I'm pretty sure he had/has a crush on her. Why? WHY do I want her to see him naked right now? The thought of her seeing his dick doesn't make me jealous at all, or possessive. If anything, it's the opposite feeling, as if I have this deep rooted animal need to make HER jealous of ME. I'm riding it right now, she's not. I want her to imagine herself swapping places with me. Part of me wants her to regret letting this boy go and not pouncing him when she had the chance. I'm not normally so petty. I've never hated my friends for getting more action than me. I would never want to actually break Haylee's heart in any way. Is this just subconscious revenge for how many times I wished I could swap places with her or my other friends who were sexually active? I honestly don't know. This is just something inside of me where I NEED to somehow show off what a sexy man that I caught. I needed somebody, anybody in my circle of friends to really grasp and understand how hot Ben is and how awesome it was that I got to have sex with him, but the only way for me to DO that would be to let somebody see his not-so-little secret down there. It's so stupid, yet it was a compulsion that flooded my mind. I might have subconscious insecurity issues related to my friends being so amazing, as if I need something like this to earn their respect (which is crazy talk). After years of being the "loser", I needed at least one close friend to finally see me as a winner, a BIG winner! I know that physical attractiveness isn't everything...but this is high school, so that's all anyone cares about here! Fishermen show off the size of the fish they catch. I needed to show Haylee the size of the "fish" that I caught today. And somehow...somehow Ben begging me not to let her see him naked was also turning me on. How completely messed up is that? But it did, it really did. I've watched videos about that sort of thing and it always excited me like crazy with the taboo of it all, the idea of showing off a tied naked guy to a bunch of girls. Ben being so shy around Haylee and seeing her as one of the last people alive that he would ever want to see him naked was somehow making me want her to be THE person to see him naked. It's idiotic, it's wrong, it's mean, and it's deviant as hell. And somehow I still want to do it. I'm so horny, lost in my own lust, almost as close to the edge as Ben is, and my brain just isn't thinking clearly. I know this. But still I want to do it. I'm going to do it. I make myself a promise born of madness: If Ben calls out the safe word "coffee", then I'll keep him covered up and protect him. But if he doesn't.... I shock both of them by suddenly removing my hands from my girl parts, letting them hang by my side and allowing Haylee to see me naked in person for the first time. As her eyes bug out in surprise, I tell her "Well if you're just going to stand there watching us, naughty Haylee, then I'm going back to what I was doing. Don't stare TOO hard now" Ben's mouth dropped at my brazenness. I started to slowly wiggle my hips in a circle, performing for both of them truthfully. Meanwhile Haylee's brain froze up. Seriously, I'm 90% certain that I saw the YouTube loading graphic spinning in front of her face as she slowly attempted to process what was happening just now. Ben very quietly whimpered "Sophie what are you DOING?" I replied "Going back to our hot little game. I'm gonna let her watch. I'm in control right now sexy boy, remember?" "But...but" he began to mutter. He looked very nervous and ashamed, but I could also see how good my hip movements were feeling for him. Part of him didn't want to stop me. That part of his brain, however small, was preventing him from calling out the safe word. I looked up at Haylee's eyes and they were glued solidly on the physical connection between me and Ben. She was staring right at my clit and pussy lips trying to see the dick hidden in there, but I was purposely holding myself as close to Ben's skin as possible to draw this out and tease her. After about 5 full circles around with Haylee not blinking even once, I was ready to up the ante a little bit. I stopped moving around and instead rose upwards one inch up his long dick before immediately coming back down. Haylee gasped. She had just seen a tiny bit of Ben's dick with her own eyes! Meanwhile Ben was shaking "Don't! She's gonna see my dick if you do that!" I lean forward and whisper into his ear so that only he can hear me "I think you want her to see your dick almost as badly as she wants to see it. If I'm wrong, you have one word that can stop this. But only that one word" He went red, solid red, face and chest too. This boy didn't blush even half that hard for me seeing him naked! I guess it's different when it's a girl you've known for so many years instead of somebody you met that morning. Still, he laid there staring at me, nervous shy eyes, but he wasn't saying the word. I rose up one inch again, but this time I held myself up at that height for two seconds before lowering again, making absolutely certain that Haylee saw the base of his shaft that time. Ben was hyperventilating and shivering like he was cold, but still...he didn't say the word. I felt his dick applying pressure on my insides. I knew it! This was turning him on too, even if it was scaring him to death. Maybe the fear itself is a turn on for him, the fear of a close female friend seeing him naked. I guess you could say that the same fear has been a turn on for me all day. I rose upwards 3 inches this time, showing off a ton of Ben's private skin, but still not even half of it. When I came back down, Haylee had this knowing look on her face. She realized what I was doing. She knew that I was deliberately exposing him to her and she couldn't believe it. She was blatantly wondering to herself...how far does this thing go in her?" I was going to enjoy drawing out answering that question. Ben pleaded "You guys! Haylee is looking at my dick! She can see it!" Smiling at Ben, I then slowly, teasingly rose up 5 inches on this large manhood in me. Haylee's breathing was getting very irregular as she stared at it, realizing that she still can't see where the head starts yet even with as much of it as she can see already! It was torturing her trying to figure out just how exactly long Ben's dick truly was. Her entire brain was focused on wondering just how high I was going to go with this. His dick was getting harder and harder pushing against my vaginal cavity from the thrill of his embarrassment, stretching me in all the right ways. I wondered if Haylee could see Ben's dick pulsing when it's exposed. Ben pleaded again "SOPHIE!! Haylee can see my dick! If you go any higher she's going to be able to see the whole thing! You're letting her see me naked." He wasn't acting. He was panicking and scared out of his mind about Haylee seeing his dick. And yet, still he never said "Coffee" to end this peep show. He was getting off on being my victim here now, just like I had done earlier when he "forced" his way into me. And I wasn't done yet with this. I rose 7 inches, to the base of his head so that only his head remained in me still. Haylee could now see seven inches of beautiful boy cock sticking out underneath me and that still wasn't all of it. Her face was a mix of shock and wonder. Before I even came back down Haylee blurted out "God damn how big IS that thing?" Ben inhaled sharply when she said that, and then when I came back down he loudly moaned from the intense sensation of me sliding down almost his entire pole in one movement like that. He was still right on the edge, even with me moving so slowly for showing off purposes. Ben's body shot all-over crimson again, which I realized was from Haylee commenting about the size of his equipment. He liked that! He really, really enjoyed Haylee implying that the size of his dick was sexy. And I was going to let her see all of it very soon. Ben once again tried to beg "Sophie please! If you go any higher at all she's going to see the whole thing!! You're right at the edge of it!!" Ignoring his pleas I rose up to the base of his head again, only to drop back down as a tease. I knew Haylee expected me to go higher this time, and it tortured her that I didn't. It also tortured my sweet shy Ben, plus the stimulation on his dick was clearly moving him back towards that absolute edge again. I then super-slowly rose up to inch #7 once again, only to go back down without going any higher. Ben is throbbing like crazy inside of me. I'm starting to think that being forcibly exposed like this might be a fetish for him based on how strongly he's reacting to this game of mine. Finally I rise up and up, inch 6, inch 7, letting the head start to pop out, and then finally inch 8! I raise myself up and off of his dick completely, baring all of him to Haylee. I just showed Haylee Ben's dick in its entirety! Haylee squeals "JESUS CHRIST!" Ben whimpers "NO! No, no, Haylee can see my dick! Sophie, don't just hover there, cover me back up! Hurry!" His dick twitching there in the air tells me that he's enjoying this, at least enough to let it keep going. I look at Haylee "Go on. Tell my boyfriend what you think about it, about all of his body, now that you can see everything. Don't hold back, he needs to hear what you think. How would you rate his body 1-10?" Haylee was super red, covering her mouth with her hands but making sure to not block her eyes. She answered me "10! Total 10! That's the biggest dick I've ever seen, even bigger than Landon's. I can't believe you, you lucky bitch, getting such a hot guy for your first time. And Ben, why didn't you ever let me know that you had abs like that? I think all of us girls deserve to see those more often." I watched as Ben smiled a shy smile at Haylee complimenting his naked body like that. He was experiencing that compliment high that I kept being affected by all day. Perfect! Now that he's riding that feeling of warmth mixed with being edged by my pussy this whole time, his penis must be unfathomably sensitive. I grab it with my hand in order to lure it back inside of me, feeling Ben thrash from the pleasure just of my hand touching it right now. When I slide down that shaft again, inch by inch, Ben is experiencing pure heaven. I am too, having brought myself extremely close to one last orgasm myself with all of this teasing and excitement. While Haylee watches I rhythmically move my body up and down Ben's shaft, moving slightly faster than I was doing earlier but still slow enough to not push Ben too far. Despite that, I could feel his potential orgasm building up inside of him, inside of me. I was inching him there step by step and he was already remarkably close. Ben whispered to me "Ok Sophie you need to stop now! It's time" I smirked "What? That's not the stop command" I torture him by speeding up a little bit. He looked horrified "Sophie! Don't make me say THAT with HER standing there!" I teased him "Well if you don't say it, and loud enough for us both to hear you, then she's about to witness it isn't she? And you'll lose the game too" I sped up again, feeling the throbbing of his dick inside of me pushing outwards solidly fighting against my Kegels and winning. Ben was louder this time "Grrr, I'm going to cum! Happy now?" Haylee loudly gasped, having heard that perfectly clear. She was once again in shock, but couldn't take her eyes off any of this. Was something like that really about to happen? I kept moving up and down on Ben, smiling naughtily, feeling his private part skating right up to the ultimate edge again. Ben was frantic now "Sophie I'M GOING TO CUM!! STOP!" I never stopped fucking him, and instead I sped up. I looked at my thrashing naked boy barely holding in his climax, with Haylee watching every microsecond of it, and I told him "Hey tiger...you win!" I sped up my movements up and down on him, pushing my hips back and forth like a wave machine as I humped him. I wasn't going to stop until I earned my final prize from his special friend. I took my right hand and started rubbing my clit as fast as I could. I wanted to make myself cum right when he did. I wanted to cum to the feeling of my pussy being filled! Ben screamed loudly like a tiger's roar as all of the build-up, teasing, stimulation, and exhibition had finally led to this intense first-non-virgin orgasm deep inside of a woman's pussy, my pussy. The roar was the last step for me as I came as well. As my orgasm was hitting me I felt him go off over and over again, repeatedly. It felt like it would never stop. I felt my body run out of space to put all of that cum but still more came with how excited he was. It was dripping out the sides. This was the hottest feeling of my life, the feeling of being filled by my boy's pure intense pleasure. I massively underestimated how filled I was going to be though. Five seconds after we both finish cumming I can feel the goo running down the inside of both legs, having escaped from my pussy. Only now, only now does it occur to me that we're going to get in huge trouble if we stain the floor. I look over to the make up wipe dispenser and realize that it's the only tissue that I can see right now. I quickly hop off of him and stand up in one movement, commanding "Don't move! We can't stain the floor!" I have my left hand between my legs trying to hold it all in for a few seconds while I grab a tissue. Once grabbed, I clean myself off as thoroughly as I can, tossing several make up cloths into the trash. It is crazy embarrassing to be wiping myself with both of them in the room, especially because I have to get really deep in there in order to get it all out and stop me from dripping. This is double or even triple the volume that I was expected! I feel a little proud about that, but I'm suddenly super self-conscious about having to clean myself while they watch. When I turn over to look at poor Ben, however, he is blushing like crazy at being forced to lie there on his back, naked, hands tied behind his back, his dick standing straight up still, and it covered all over with goo from both of us mixed together. Ben can't even make eye contact at all with Haylee, who is standing there staring at his trapped immobile naked mid section covered in various cum juices. It only just now occurs to me that while I may have been embarrassed wiping myself, Ben here had it far worse and I was just leaving him to endure it. I rush over to Ben and clean off his dick for him. Honestly it's kinda hot cleaning off a boy's anatomy after sex, although I could tell that it was very embarrassing for Ben. The look on Ben's face was starting to sour a bit, which suddenly filled me with this intense wave of guilt. "Haylee" I softly called out "Show's over. Can Ben and I get some privacy for a few minutes? We'll be out later" She replied "Yeah sure, no problem. Thanks so much for that you guys, seriously. That was SPICY!! And congratulations, I'm super happy for you both." She then closed the door behind her. I looked at Ben and this overwhelming dread flooded inside of me. Did I go too far? I get crazy when horny, but did I just betray Ben's trust in me? How could I? He was so sweet to me all day yet I used him to get off without any concern for him in the moment. I felt a huge weight on my heart. "Ben I'm so sorry" I whimpered, "I don't know what came over me or why I did that. I would've stopped if you said 'coffee', I swear! I mean it! I shouldn't have pushed you into letting me do that to you. It was stupid, I was stupid. I just...I lose my mind when I get horny and I don't think. Please don't hate me, I'll make it up to you somehow" Ben looked at me and quickly said "Sophie! It's ok, don't worry about it" I replied "It's not though. Ben you trusted me and I humiliated you. Why did I do that? What's wrong with me? I showed you off against your will to our friend, a hot girl that you're super close to and probably had a crush on from the looks of it, and I just got off to your embarrassment. What kind of freak does that to the boy she loves? I ruined everything." He softly asked "Can you untie my arms please? I need them" Without saying anything more I unhooked the belt and released him. Ben then suddenly grabbed me and pulled me onto the ground next to him in a snuggle position. He calmly told me "Sophie, I trusted you, completely, and I still do. That's why I didn't say the safe word and I let you push my boundaries like that. If it was anyone else I would have ended it, but with you I knew you would make everything perfect no matter what. And you did. The whole experience was intense, but in a good way. You never broke my trust. It was scary and embarrassing, but it was also a huge rush. You weren't the only one that got off to her seeing me naked. It was really hot flashing her like that and having her like me. She called me a hunk and a 10! Nobody has ever called me a 10 before, ever. She was even talking about how I need to go shirtless more often to give all the girls I know eye candy! I've known her for years and she's never said anything like that to me before. You told me that you feel super nervous when somebody sees you naked, and then you get this rush of euphoria when they like what they see and compliment your body. I think I just experienced what you've been going through all day, and it was amazing. Also...that was, BY FAR, the best orgasm of my life. Just overall the best feeling, this has all been the best moment of my life. Good lord just remembering it gives me goosebumps. Don't worry so much or feel guilty. There's nothing wrong with you, you're not a freak. You're sweet and caring, caring so deeply that you actually stress out over if you were caring enough when letting a boy like me have SEX with you. You are literally divine...and I love you." I really enjoyed this comforting cuddle, and his words were just melting me away. "God, I love you too. You have no idea how much. How did a girl like me wind up with the perfect man? Haylee called you a 10 earlier but that number doesn't do you justice, either your body or your soul. And you actually like me, ME, the real me. Nobody loves Sophie, trust me. I have a permanent residence in the friend zone and everyone's invited. My naked body apparently looks much better than I though it did since everyone fell in love with Minka so easily, but you're the only one to really love me as Sophie, the awkward sex-obsessed loser with basically no self control." Ben giggled "Sophie, you being awkwardly sex-obsessed is one of my favorite things about you. You feel everything so passionately and intensely at all times and it's a major turn-on. Those moments where you fully lost control and you just COMMANDED me to give you what you needed in a wild rant, those moments were amazing. I've never experienced anything like it before. Every time you lost control it made me want you twice as strongly." My eyes were full of tears, mostly of joy but my emotions were overwhelming me all over the spectrum right now. "My love...I don't even know your last name yet, but I already want it for myself. For real, I'm completely serious. My whole heart is yours. But...I don't really know anything about you, at all. Honestly, for all I know you could actually love Haylee more than you do me, or even some other girl I've never met. How could this possibly work? What if it doesn't?" He kissed me with no warning and held me there for at least a minute. When he finally broke it, he answered me "THAT is how this could possibly work. My name is Ben Connelly, and I'd be honored to one day make you into Missus Sophie Connelly. And no I don't love Haylee, she's just my friend and neighbor, even if she is really awesome and super hot. I'd still always choose you" I chuckle a little "Yeah Haylee is red hot, and she clearly agrees with me that you are too. God it's a shame she's so damn straight or we could've invited her to join us one day" Ben choked on thin air "*Cough*, uh, what??" I turn to face him and look him right in the eye "Mr Connelly, I'm bi as fuck. You're crazy if you think I haven't always fantasized about sleeping with a boy and a girl at the same time." He stares at me for a few seconds, then asks "Woman is there any part of you that ISN'T complete perfection?" I smirk "Tons honestly, but I have hope that you'll see through it all and stay with me forever. And speaking of staying with us forever, we should really get dressed and go out to meet Haylee again before she or someone else walks in on us again."

Stephanie's Amazing Race by staceyshackleton Stephanie's Amazing Race - Part One Stephanie allows The Stranger to challenge her to an amazing race of exhibitionism. This is a story about Stephanie, a quiet and reserved woman who gradually finds herself taken out of her comfort zone due to dares by The Stranger... ***** Nothing moved in the hotel room. A heavy, almost suffocating quietness had settled over the one bedroom suite, making itself at home for the past five minutes. The entire room, despite having yet to be serviced by the cleaning maids, gave off a sterile and calm vibe. From the outside at least, the room's single occupant - a petite businesswoman who stood stock still in front of a full length mirror - seemed to share that sense of calmness. Her arms hung by her side, her brown hair hung neatly down to her shoulders and rested gently on the top of her business suit. She hadn't moved her a muscle in those five minutes, and seemed almost in a state of trance. Only the occasional flicker of her eyes, along with the momentary, involuntary clenching of her jaw, actually betrayed the fact that her mind was a massive battleground of emotions and desires. It had been a long week at work for Stephanie Henderson. She'd never been to Boston before, and the packed nature of her work trip hadn't exactly allowed to her to see much of the sights. That might be about to change, she reflected, drily. Perhaps she might end up as one of the sights. That last thought arrived unprompted in her mind, and she spent more than a few moments trying to unsuccessfully dispel it. She finally broke her trance by turning her head and glancing out of her hotel window. Beyond the wall of glass, the early evening light broke through several layers of clouds, casting a dull glow over the Boston Public Gardens. Stephanie had stared out at those Gardens every morning, as she'd dressed for another day in the Boston Office. Today had been her final day here. Tonight, she'd hop on a flight home, and collapse into a peaceful, relaxing, work-free weekend. Stephanie found herself slowly dusting off some invisible speck on her business suit, as her mind began to wander further. Before she got on that flight though, before she could get home and spend a relaxing weekend unwinding from the stresses of the past five days, there was the small matter of the message. The message. Stephanie felt her throat go a little dry with excitement, anticipation, fear, exhilaration and uncertainty. The message had arrived just over five minutes ago now. She 'knew' who it was from, even if she had no idea who that someone really was. She'd even been expecting the message on some level, and still it had caught her off-guard when it appeared abruptly on her phone. She tore her eyes away from looking at the Gardens beyond her window, and brought her attention back on to phone. The message was still open on the screen, and she let her eyes wander over the short burst of text one last time. "Hello Stephanie," it started, "I hope you've had a good trip to Boston." Stephanie let a half-smile crack through her otherwise impassive face, "I've arranged a little entertainment for you before you finally head home. It all starts when you pick up the package from reception..." And so that was it. There would be a package waiting for Stephanie at the reception. There was only one person in the entire world who knew what was in that package, and sure as night follows day, that person was not Stephanie Henderson. Stephanie Henderson closed her eyes, and gently stretched her neck, rotating her shoulder muscles at the same time, as if to let go of some tension. In theory at least, if she went and picked up that package, she wouldn't have to go through with anything. In practice, well, that was an entirely different matter... ********* The hotel lobby was surprisingly crowded given it was the end of the day. She was staying at a major hotel in the centre of Boston, near to both the offices she'd been working at for the past week and the entertainment and restaurants that had similarly been denied to her by the efforts of that work. There was a small queue of people waiting at the reception desk, and Stephanie slipped quietly in behind them. Unobtrusive, unassuming, largely unnoticed. The 'Stephanie Henderson Way', she reflected. This was her second trip to the reception desk today. Earlier in the morning, before her final trip to the office, she'd headed down to check out. She'd been halfway through explaining how she'd like to leave her luggage here until this afternoon when the staff member had politely interrupted her. Apparently, he explained, she was still booked in for one more night. Well, that was more than a little odd. She'd booked the trip herself, her work had paid for only five nights, and she had a 10pm flight home. She was told "someone" had rung up to add another night on to her stay, and that it had already been paid for. A strange combination of nervous and anticipation and rocked her world at that exact point. She had a very good idea just who that "someone" might be. Still, her flight wasn't until 10pm, and she couldn't deny that a shower tonight and a place to relax by herself would be welcome. Even if she knew that her mysterious benefactor had other things on his mind than her relaxation. The queue gradually shortened, as the reception staff worked hard to satisfy their guests. Stephanie's pulse was now unnaturally high as she found herself the next in line to be served, and a number of different possibilities were beginning to flash in front of her mind. Stephanie and her mysterious benefactor had discussed a... game. A game for Stephanie Henderson. A special game with a special purpose. They'd been talking about it for a while now, and had agreed that they'd go through with it and get Stephanie to play at some point over the coming month. She'd even had suspicions, even desires, that he'd pick this business trip to get her to play the game. Now though, now that this was really going to happen, her stomach churned with the fears of how exactly he'd choose to interpret the loose rules that she'd laid down for him. Was she ready for this? "Yes miss?" a voice intruded on her thoughts. She looked up. A man behind the reception desk coughed politely, indicating she should come forward. Behind her, a larger older woman harrumphed at the way Stephanie was dawdling and clearly slowing down the rest of the waiting guests behind her. Stephanie shook herself back to the more immediate concerns of the moment, and stepped forward to the desk. "I'm Stephanie Henderson, room 1012. There's a package for me?" The man behind the counter consulted his computer for a second, and Stephanie saw a flash of recognition spark in his eyes. "Ah, yes, Ms Henderson. Something arrived for you today. Wait here please." The man disappeared into a back room for 30 seconds, allowing Stephanie enough time to visualise all manner of weird and wonderful objects that he might bring back. When he finally did return, he returned with a small-to-medium sized suitcase on wheels. Wordlessly, Stephanie took possession of the suitcase. With her mind racing now as fast as her pulse, she started back to the lifts, barely remembering until the last second to give the man at the desk a quick thank you smile. With her package received, Stephanie Henderson returned to her room. ********* Stephanie gripped the card tightly and scrunched up her eyes just as she finally finished readings its contents. When she opened them again, the action was accompanied by her suddenly exhaling, a faint gasp emerging from between her lips. Her breathing was ragged at this point, and her chest noticeably rose and fell as she struggled to regain control over herself. Staring wildly ahead, Stephanie once again came face to face with the woman in the mirror. She looked familiar, in some strange kind of way, but at the same time the woman seemed so very different. With a few more deep breathes, Stephanie Henderson retook some small measure of self-control, and managed to - at least temporarily - halt the trembling that had afflicted her hand. Slowly, carefully, still not quite trusting herself to not lose it again, Stephanie let her eyes glance back down over the card. There wasn't much text on the card, but what there was spoke volumes. In a clear, bold font, the title at the top of the card simply said: "Detour". Beneath it were some instructions, and the choice that had just sent Stephanie Henderson's composure into a tailspin.. The card had a subtitle, playfully laid out in italics, and that read: "Go for run, or go for a swim." Stephanie now forced herself to re-read the entire card, to make sure she fully understood what she was being asked to do. "In 'go for a run', you must put on running gear and run for three miles around the city. Don't worry about the weather, we've ensured you'll be dressed appropriately." Stephanie's heart raced at that seemingly innocent attempt at reassuring her. "In 'go for a swim', you must put on some swimwear, and swim fifteen lengths in the hotel pool. Do not take a towel or any other clothes with you on your trip to - and from - the pool. Once you have completed one of these two tasks, you may read your next card." She didn't have a bikini, or a running top. Actually, it was more accurate so say that she hadn't packed a bikini or a running top. There was still the small matter of the suitcase that she'd been given. When she'd opened the suitcase after returning to her room, she'd been greeted with the sight of three medium-sized boxes, snuggled neatly against each other, taking up the entirety of the suitcase. Each box was labelled with a number: 1, 2 and 3. Attached to each box was a card, and it was the card for box 1 that she had now just read for the second time. She hadn't opened the box itself yet, but she realised that there was no more delaying to be done. It was time to open the box, and understand exactly what she was being asked to choose between. Her hands still betrayed the underlying tension and nervousness that permeated through her body, and she fumbled at the lid of the first box for a moment before stopping, laying the palms of her hands on her sides, and regathering her composure. As she brought her heartbeat down ever so slightly, and felt the trembling subside again, she placed her hands back on the lid of the box with exaggerated care. The box was a plain brown affair, although the sturdiness of the construction spoke of an undeniable quality. The lid of the box fitted perfectly, but also came off effortlessly when Stephanie applied the right force at the right spot. As she placed the lid gently to one side, Stephanie surveyed the contents of the box. There was a pair of white running shoes - in her size of course - with light red trimmings providing a bit of colour. Matching the colour of the trimmings were two small packages, neatly arranged in gift wrap of the exact same shade of light red. Stephanie paused for a moment, before delicately lifting both the packages out of the box and placing them on her bed. She left the shoes in the box for the time being, and went to undo the gift wrapping, before suddenly jerking her hands away. Taking a few steps back, she leaned back again the table unit opposite her bed, her eyes wide open. Stephanie couldn't help glancing back at the stranger in the mirror, and she fancied for a moment that she could see a strange hunger in the eyes of the woman who stared back. Tearing her eyes away, she turned her head to now look out of the window again, and saw the dark clouds gathering on the horizon. The weather forecast had predicted persistent light showers, and nature seemed to be reaffirming that prediction. She could just leave. Pack up the clothes, close the suitcase, and walk out of the hotel. She could go catch her flight in three hours, and be home in five hours. What was stopping her? Even as she entertained a dalliance with the idea of simply leaving, the reminder of why she couldn't barged it's way to the front and centre of her mind. She couldn't just leave, because part of her had known she would just leave. And so that part of her had given the game master... something. Something... deeply personal. A letter. A letter with an embarrassing secret that the game master was not to open. A secret that Stephanie didn't want the game master to know, but that special part of Stephanie had reassured herself that this was okay, because the game master was not to open the letter under any circumstances at all. The game master would never open the letter, never learn the secret, and nothing would be revealed. Another part of her had wondered why she was trusting the game master with this - with her - but the part of Stephanie who needed the game master to have the letter had won the day. Wait. Some of that wasn't quite true. The game master was only to open the letter in one circumstance - if Stephanie Henderson did not complete her amazing race. But she could still just leave, couldn't she, Stephanie thought. She could write a report, tell the game master about how she'd done her amazing adventure, and fake the details of how she'd dabbled in the arts of exhibitionism. She could do all of that from the safety of the airport lounge, dressed in the same, safe business clothes that were such a hallmark of Stephanie Henderson's wardrobe. Except he'd find a way of knowing that she was lying. Perhaps her report might betray something about her deception. Perhaps he has people keeping a discreet eye on her. Either way, she couldn't risk it. As she leant back on the furniture and focussed on the options laid out on the bed, she knew that the small part of her that wanted to force Stephanie Henderson - conscientious, hard working, prim and proper Stephanie Henderson - to go through with this, had won. She took a deep breath in and took two steps towards the bed. Feeling almost like an observer watching a robot go about it's work, she saw herself slowly undo the colourful paper wrapping around the two sets of clothes. The first to reveal it's contents was 'go for a run'. Stephanie quickly took out a white running top and shorts, and then gave an involuntary gasp when she realised that the only remaining item in the packaging were a pair of simple, plain white anklet socks. There was no sports bra at all. For a brief moment she lifted the wrapping paper up to check it hadn't fallen out without her noticing. She was no more than half way through the act of doing so however, before she felt the absolute certainty hit her that the sports bra's absence was far from accidental. She steeled herself for the worst, and picked up the running shirt. It was a simple white colour with no gaudy branding or advertisements. Two short sleeves would cover the tops of her arms, but nothing else, and as she ran a hand over the material, she knew the t-shirt was a blend of polyester and lycra. She shook her head to try and clear her mind, and took a deep breath in as she lifted the garment up to inspect it more closely. Stephanie Henderson was an accomplished runner, and was by no means a stranger to the concrete pavements in her neighbourhood. People frequently saw her running along - with a graceful, almost effortless gait — in her loose, modest t-shirts and baggy shorts. She instantly realised that modesty was not going to be a significant feature of this run. She'd never owned a figure-hugging t-shirt before, but she'd seen enough of them on more showy women to know that this particular item was a compression t-shirt. Useful for running, she had to admit, but also tight and prone to detailing every curve and line in her upper body. She let a strangled gasp out as she realised the implications of this tight, figure-accentuating garment in the light of the fact that she'd also be without any form of bra. An impartial judge would most likely have described Stephanie Henderson's chest as "petite". However, while she may have shopped for bras in the A-cup and B-cup sections of the department stores, if she'd asked any red-blooded male their honest opinion, she'd also have been told that she made up for any possible lack of quantity with an undeniable sense of quality. The tight compression running t-shirt, coupled with the absence of anything underneath it, would perfectly frame her breasts for a public showing. And that didn't even factor in the question of the weather. Should it rain... oh dear, what if the rain came! Stephanie clenched her fists and had to close her eyes again. It didn't help though. The image of her running in the rain, her tight white t-shirt becoming progressively wetter and wetter, the shocked stares of the pedestrians as they gawked at her increasingly exposed chest. She felt momentarily dizzy, and had to place a hand on the bed to steady herself. For a moment she was lost in a possible future. A future in which Stephanie Henderson dashed along the streets of Boston, thousands of people milling around, all witness to her first ever act of exhibitionism. In her future, the rain came down persistently, steadily, and without mercy. She could feel every drop of water that hit the front of her -t-shirt. Every collision of water and material set off a nerve firing wildly in her body, until she felt like she was going to be consumed by the raw physicality of the weather. She had her eyes fixed on the road ahead, deliberately not looking down to see what damage the water had done to her top. That was of no great help though. Looking ahead, it merely allowed her to realise what impact she was having on others. Wherever she went, the men of Boston would stop what they were doing, and their eyes would focus tightly on future-Stephanie. Not on her face, no. Never on her face. None of the men made eye contact, none of the men would remember the pretty face or the flowing brown hair that cascaded down to her shoulders. Still, she was undeniably the centre of their attention. As she ran past, she could actually feel heads move to follow her, and while the wet clingy t-shirt material might no longer be visible, she could sense their eyes drop to the hot pants that now adorned her backside. Stephanie's love of running had provided her with an athlete's body, a fact that she'd spent the past ten years of her adult life largely hiding from everyone around her. As she flashed-forward, future-Stephanie could no longer say she was hiding anything from anybody. Future-Stephanie could feel the reaction of every man on the street burn through her mind, leaving a trail of mixed emotions in it's wake. Embarrassment, fear: yes and yes. However, thrown in with those emotions were other feelings: elation, excitement, and a once-deeply-buried desire to be lusted over. If the reactions of the men around her caused future-Stephanie to feel like she was a tumultuous sea of sensations, then the looks from the women really set her body alight. She could see in the eyes of some women the unmistakable sense that they saw her as a threat. Those out for a walk with their boyfriends or husbands gave future-Stephanie a flinty look and tried - largely unsuccessfully - to pull their partner's attention back on themselves. She saw two women mutter something under their breaths as she ran by, and even without hearing the words, Stephanie could feel her ears burn red. A few women even treated her to admiring looks, and as future-Stephanie dashed down one street, she could have sworn that one women even winked at her, while playfully biting her lip. Future-Stephanie felt herself immediately look away from the flirting woman, but then forced herself to look back and return the woman's attentions with a shy smile. A shy smile, she thought to herself! There was nothing else shy about Stephanie on that run. As she felt herself carried through the streets of Boston, future-Stephanie was nearing her hotel again when something suddenly broke her out of her day-dream. Back in the hotel room, Stephanie could feel something tracing a line up her thigh, and the shock of the real-world sensation dragged her - reluctantly - away from her vision. Re-focussing her eyes on the room around her, she quickly looked down at her thighs to see what had invaded her personal space. She was greatly surprised to discover her own hand was the culprit, one finger gently pressed against her skin, playfully tracing a line up along her left thigh, and with clearly only one final destination in mind. She was even more shocked to discover her other hand was also tracing a finger up the side of her body, and was now lingering just at the edges of her right breast. Shaking her head firmly, Stephanie pushed her own hands away and out to the side, and coughed a couple of times so as to bring herself fully back to the here and now. Her mind temporarily cleared of any visions of running through the rain, she checked out the hot pants that had come with the running option. The hot pants were a darker shade of red than the lining on the running shoes, and came only one inch further down from her backside. Stephanie had seen others running in such apparel, occasionally, but this was many times tighter and more revealing than anything she'd ever worked up the courage to wear out in public. The soft fabric felt almost obscene in her hands, and there was certainly no doubt that the material would accentuate the full effects that ten years of daily running could have on the female derriere. Stephanie heard the words "oh my God" echo through the room, and she guiltily looked at the hotel room door before realising that she'd been the one who'd actually spoken. With her head turned towards the door, she once again caught the image of the woman in the mirror. Stephanie could now see the woman had a redness in her cheeks that Stephanie hadn't noticed before, and a slightly sheen to her hands and neck that betrayed a certain amount of lady-like perspiration. Looking back at the bed, Stephanie began to weigh up her options. A tight, white compression t-shirt and red hot-pants waited for future-Stephanie in one possible universe. In the other universe, future-Stephanie had a walk to and from the hotel pool in whatever swimwear was safely wrapped in the second, as-yet-unopened package. The second option would of course be the shorter option. It was slightly complicated by the fact though that the hotel she was staying in had two towers, with a reception lobby in the middle that joined the two towers together. Of course, it went without saying that the tower that contained the swimming pool was on the other side of that lobby to the tower that Stephanie was staying in. Stephanie instinctively knew that the Game Master must have known that some how. If she chose the second option, she have to wear swimwear to and from the pool across what would undoubtedly be a busy lobby, and along several corridors and elevator rides where she'd be on full display. She was under no illusions that the swimwear chosen for her would be some modest one-piece that covered most of her torso. Given the running option, she fully expected something skimpy and revealing. Of course, she'd seen other women wearing such outfits around, brazenly flaunting themselves to an admiring or jealous public. How hard could it be? Of course, those other women weren't Stephanie Henderson. Those other women didn't have a reputation to maintain, and a sense of what is proper behaviour for a young woman. Perhaps though, she found herself privately thinking, perhaps even Stephanie Henderson's grasp on what is proper behaviour wasn't quite as strong as first assumed. Her gaze danced back and forward between the opened running package, and the unopened swimming package. Unwilling yet to unwrap the latter, and perhaps channeling some deep-seated need to throw herself at the mercy of chance, Stephanie suddenly grabbed the swimming package and - out of habit more than anything else - headed quickly for the bathroom to get change. As she was about to enter the bathroom, she paused, turned and gave one last look at the clothes left on the bed. A look of almost regret swept across her face, before being replaced by something that still shocked Stephanie to the core. She felt a commitment welling up inside of her that this would not be the last time she faced the option of running in those clothes. Shivering slightly with uncontrollable anticipation, Stephanie silently disappeared into her impromptu changing room. ******** The firm click sounded ten times louder than it should have done. Amazingly, Stephanie even heard it over the pounding of her own heart, as she stood in the tenth floor corridor outside of her room. The click of the room door closing had sent a shockwave through her body, and she was firmly rooted to the floor as she desperately sought self-control over her own limbs. Every fibre of her being seemed to be telling her to get back inside the room, and to cover up the gratuitous amounts of skin that her swimwear was currently flaunting to the world. Shaking her hands to try and relieve some of the nervousness tension that was paralysing her, she experimentally took a step forward towards the lifts at the end of the corridor. A noise further down from the other end of corridor elicited a small shriek from Stephanie as the thoughts of someone discovering her like this popped into her mind. Calm down, Stephanie thought to herself. You've got to calm down. There are far more public areas than this deserted corridor for you to make your way through yet. Stephanie tilted her head back, and clenched her jaw in determination. Tugging at the material of her swimwear slightly, in a futile effort to make it cover more of her body, she then started forward again. Her legs and arms swung in a tense, almost robotic fashion, and every time her own footfalls made a sound in the corridor she had to fight against the urge to fling her arms across her chest and crotch. Nonetheless, she began to make progress towards the lifts that would take her to the lobby, and a wild excitement grew in her eyes. The swimwear that had been selected for her was not one that would have been found naturally in Stephanie's dresser at home. The tag that had fallen out of the packaging as she'd retrieved the bikini - her mouth wide open in shock at the time - had clearly identified the clothing as coming from the Victoria's Secret's line of swimwear. It was fair to say that Stephanie Henderson was not a valued, repeat customer of Victoria's Secret. The bikini top was strapless in the bandeau style, and wrapped around her chest to at least cover her nipples. The bandeau was not complete all the way around though. At the front, between her breasts, the two cups were connected by four thin strands of material that kept the bandeau from falling off, but did little to obscure the view of her cleavage. The bandeau's side-ruching only served to even further define the contours of Stephanie's modest, yet mesmerising chest, and the swim top continued around to a simple back clasp that Stephanie swore was going to give away at any time. The entire bandeau was a rich grape colour. Had Stephanie's mind not been focussed on what other people would be thinking when they saw her, she would've had to admit to herself that she looked rather beautiful in the outfit. The grape-coloured bandeau was nicely matched by a light purple bikini bottom, whose thin strap-like sides linked a small strip of material that covered her most private of areas to a slightly larger strip of material over her backside. Like the bandeau, the bikini bottoms also had a ruched effect that gathered in the material, only in this case the ruching was directly over her ass so that the material settled deep into between her two cheeks. Without needing to look in a mirror, Stephanie could feel the material riding gently into her bottom. Unlike with her own - more modest - swimwear at home, any patrons of the hotel who happened to be following Stephanie would get a perfect view of her athletic, well defined backside. Even though there was no breeze to speak off in the corridor, Stephanie could still feel the air gently waft across her bottom, and fully half of each cheek was completely exposed. She was - Stephanie reflected - no longer tiptoeing out of her comfort zone. She had well and truly caught the first long-haul flight out of her comfort zone, and was heading towards destinations unknown. The journey to the lifts took less than thirty seconds, and the no-one else was in the corridor. Still, as Stephanie stood by the doors, and pressed the button to call one of the lifts, she felt wave after wave of exhilaration, embarrassment and anticipation wash over her. She stood still for what seemed like minutes as the lifts slowly made their way up to her floor, and with every passing second she felt like her clothes shrunk another millimetre or two, exposing just a tiny bit more skin to anyone who stumbled across her. Stephanie also couldn't rid herself of the thought that when the lift arrived, someone may already be in it. Not only could she not shake that thought, she couldn't even figure out whether she'd be disappointed or relieved if the lift was empty when it came. A loud bell-like noise signalled that the lift had finally arrived, and not for the first time today, panic began to well up in Stephanie. The doors on the right-most lift slid quietly open, and with her arms unnaturally rigid at her sides, Stephanie tentatively walked into it. The lift was empty. Stephanie outwardly experienced a feeling of relief, although she had to admit the feeling was far more muted than she'd been expecting. As well as that though, the feeling of relief was tinged with something else that she couldn't quite put her finger on. Stephanie stood in the middle of the lift and pressed the lobby button on the control panel. As the doors slid shut, obscuring the view of her relatively safe corridor, the notion came to Stephanie that the next time the doors opened, there would most likely be somebody else on the other side. Stephanie felt something stir inside of her. There was that strange feeling again. She was on the tenth floor, and the lift would only take fifteen or twenty seconds to reach the Lobby. The light on the control panel counted down the floors as she headed ever onwards to a date with a lobby full of hotel patrons and staff. Nine, eight, seven, seven, seven. Seven. Hang on. The light had stopped at seven. With a jolt she realised the lift was slowing down too. She hadn't hit the button for floor six though, which left only one other possible explanation... Stephanie gulped as the doors slowly began to slide open. Beyond the opening doors, the lights of the sixth floor corridor shone brightly, and illuminated the figure of a man waiting patiently, head buried in a paperback book. The man barely glanced up as the doors finished opening. He walked into the lift and took up a position next to Stephanie, casting only a cursory glance at the control panel to check it was going in the right direction. Stephanie stood frozen to the spot, starring directly ahead at the now closing doors. As the floor jolted slightly, indicating the lift's continued journey to the lobby, she could feel her heart racing along, and perspiration began to build up once more. The man's appearance in the lift had suddenly driven home the enormity of what Stephanie was doing. Standing there in her Victoria's Secret swimwear, she was now more exposed to this stranger than she'd ever been exposed to a stranger, or a even a friend, before. Stephanie Henderson - someone who her friends and family would instantly describe as "reserved" and "quiet" - was now heading into a crowd of people wearing this flimsy bikini. As these thoughts raced through her mind, she felt movement from the man beside her. For the first few seconds of the ride, the man had kept reading his book. Obviously engrossed in it's contents, the man had initially only given Stephanie the briefest of side-looks so as not to walk into anyone already in the lift. Now though, a change was sweeping over the man. As Stephanie turned her head slightly to look, the man's eyes stopped moving across the page and became fixed on a single spot. As she watched, his eyes slowly grew wider and wider, until they almost seemed to be popping out of his head. Then, as if caught by a fishing line that Stephanie was expertly wielding, his eyes began inexorable journey towards Stephanie's bikini clad body. The man, rendered speechless momentarily and with his mouth slightly open, let his eyes wander up and down Stephanie's body. She could actually feel his eyes moving over her skin, up her legs, lingering on the thin side-bands of her bikini bottoms. She felt her own face go a little red, as she imagined his laser-like gaze on her bottom might burn through the thin purple strips of material and cause her bikini bottoms to flutter helplessly down to her ankles. As his gaze finally continued up, she could feel a tinkling sensation where she imagined he was looking. Suddenly, the whole world exploded into a cacophony of sensations. The otherwise smooth lift ride now felt bumpy, as every slight, minor, almost imperceptible jolt from the lift shaft shot up through her nearly overloaded sensory system. She felt his eyes rest on her nipples, and almost as if on command, she felt them harden under the thin material of the grape-coloured bandeau. Finally, after what had seemed like minutes but could only have been seconds, his eyes finally met hers, and he stood there, staring for a full two uncomfortable seconds. Then, as if belatedly realising how he must look, he shook his head slightly and tried to say something. "Ahhh... hi? Umm.. yeah, hi." was pretty much all the man could manage though. Stephanie had been desperately trying to suppress a low, thrilled moan that she could feel building up inside of her, and it took her a few more seconds before she trusted herself to open her mouth to reply. "Hey." she said, with forced calmness. She quickly waved a hand in what she hoped would be interpreted as a friendly greeting. The man was medium build, dressed in a light brown t-shirt and with reasonably nice dark grey sports pants. He was also, judging by the movement at the top of his sports pants, wearing fairly loose boxers underneath. His hair was cut short, but with a sense of style around the fringe. If Stephanie had to guess, she'd have said that they were roughly the same age. Stephanie had never overtly courted the attentions of men using her physical assets before. Previously, it had been the intellectual pursuits that had guided her to friends or potential partners. Now, dressed as she was, Stephanie found that she couldn't deny that she - at least in part - welcomed his attentions. The man saw Stephanie's wave, and went to return it, instantly sending the book he was carrying crashing to the floor. Startled, the man reached down retrieve it and took three goes to actually pick it up off the carpet. Stephanie just managed stopped herself in time from laughing, and surprised herself to find that part of her was secretly loving this. As the man finally stood up again, the lift itself stopped, and the counter on the control panel signalled that it's two occupants had now been safely delivered to the lobby. Stephanie took a deep breath in to steady herself, and the man let out a strangled cough as her chest swelled up with the intake of air. As the doors opened, Stephanie looked at the man again. "After you?" she politely asked. The man, flustered by the book falling and the beautiful woman in front of him, hastily waved away the gesture and indicated that Stephanie - as the indisputable lady in their twosome - should most certainly go first. Stephanie found it within herself to let a small smile grace her lips, and she nodded her head in recognition. As she turned to look out into the lobby, she felt herself become detached from her own body. She felt it move out of the lift almost under it's own control, and into the wide expanse beyond. Feeling like an impartial, remote observer of her own actions, she even noticed the man follow slowly behind her. He almost stumbled a couple of times, his focus never wavering from the retreating backside of a beautiful woman in a skimpy bikini. As she walked into the hotel lobby with an absurdly over-the-top calm, the man was suddenly not alone in having Stephanie Henderson as the immediate centre of his universe. In that respect, he had ten other men and women for company. ********* The pool room door was flung open, and Stephanie almost threw herself through the door frame. Quickly checking that there was no-one else in the pool, she just as quickly closed the door, threw her back against it, and let out a laugh that rang loudly around the large rooftop facility. The past few minutes had been absolutely terrifying. Not to mention absolutely amazing. Terrifyingly amazing. Or perhaps just amazingly terrifying. As the peals of laughter slowly settled down, she closed her eyes and visualised those past few minutes all over again. The lobby experience had been the best part by far. As she had stepped out in the open area, the two staff members on duty behind the reception desk had, in perfect synchronisation, swivelled their heads to watch her move. Both of the staff members were men, and both had been in mid-conversation with other patrons when the lift doors had revealed Stephanie to the masses. Confused by the sudden break in conversation, the hotel guests had then also turned to look at whatever had grabbed the staff's attention, and were now similarly taking in the beautiful form of a petite brunette. Stephanie made herself walk across the lobby to where the second set of lifts allowed access to the other tower. At the top of that tower was the swimming pool where she'd been instructed to swim 15 lengths. She was trying to suppress the thought that - as odd as this might look now to the assembled men and women around her - she'd have to make the return trip soaking wet, and with small water droplets glistening all over her body. Now _that_ would be embarrassing. A man and a woman sat at a table in the lobby, seemingly waiting for a taxi, bags waiting by their sides. Husband and wife? Boyfriend and girlfriend? Stephanie didn't know and couldn't know, but what she did know was that as she walked past them both, the man sat up noticeably. From the corner of her eye, she could tell he was trying to check her out without being seen to check her out. She could also tell that his female companion saw through his futile attempts at hiding this just as easily as Stephanie did. As Stephanie continued on her way, she could see the woman's eyes narrow, and she half-imagined that she saw the words "bitch" surface on the woman's lips. Stephanie knew she should be embarrassed at flaunting herself like this. Part of her was embarrassed. Deeply embarrassed. Sure, some women wore this style of clothing in public. Some women also danced naked in bars for a living. Some women covered themselves up completely so no-one could see anything. She'd always thought she knew where she was placed on that spectrum of fully clothed to fully naked, but she was beginning to get the sense that she may have just found herself sliding along to the right a little. She was also tired. Not physically tired, at least not yet. The tiring business trip hadn't quite hit her physically. That might have to wait until she was safely home over the weekend. No, she was tired emotionally. She suddenly found a voice inside of her telling herself that she was tired of being the quiet one. Tired of being the reserved, professional-above-all-else person that silently faded into the background. She was tired of not being noticed. As the man and his partner continued to notice her, she felt a new found well of strength bubble up inside of her. She forced herself to a stop, and then turned to face the couple. Fixing a smile on her face to mask the waves of terror, excitement, fear and arousal that she was currently trying to ride, she took a few steps towards them. "Hey." Stephanie said. "I don't suppose either of you two know where the pool is, do you?" Stephanie knew where the pool was, of course, but that wasn't the point of the question. The man didn't respond, and seemed preoccupied with trying to figure out where he should look, or whether he should pretend not to hear the question and let his companion deal with it. His companion seemed to suddenly give him a slightly withering look, and then turned to her face Stephanie. "Top floor, south tower." she said, with a hint of steel in her voice. "You should probably hurry. Pool will be closing soon." Stephanie nodded her head in acknowledgement. Message received. Rough translation: "Get out of here now, I don't like the way my partner's checking you out." "Thanks." Stephanie said, with a sweetness in her voice that probably sounded as forced as it felt. Turning on her heels, Stephanie continued back on her journey, sensing that behind her the other woman was beginning to have a few things to say to her man. Stephanie almost felt sorry for him, but she was too swept up in the moment to give that too much attention. She was now in the exact middle of the lobby, walking past the main front doors of the hotel. Whether it was her, or someone outside, something triggered the doors and they opened up to let in the cold late afternoon air. Stephanie felt a rush as a breeze wafted into the lobby, and played around her tummy, breasts and legs. Her hyper-sensitive sense of touch screamed at the interaction of the breeze on her bare skin, and the coldness of the air gave her a strangely enjoyable sensation around her bottom. It was almost like her wind was giving her ass a playfully, light, innocent slap, and Stephanie found herself confused at the arousal that she felt from that. The Stephanie that she knew certainly wasn't in to that sort of carry-on. Of course, the Stephanie that she knew was safely back in her hotel room, dreaming up excuses for not having completed the race. The outer doors closed again, and the breeze receded. Stephanie continued on her way, through a sea of glances, gasps, and disapproving looks. In reality, the lobby wasn't actually that big, and in normal time a woman could cross the entire place in under a minute. Stephanie was travelling in bikini-time though, and she was so wired on the emotion of the moment that she felt like ten minutes passed before she finally reached the south tower's lifts. She pressed the up button to summon a lift, and almost immediately the doors of the central lift pulled apart. The lift inside was empty, and Stephanie gracefully made her way inside and turned around to face front. She was somewhat startled to see the man from the previous lift standing right there, almost about to enter the lift too. He was still holding his book tightly too him, and he seemed slightly surprised to be there himself. Stephanie opened her mouth to say something, but her mind froze for a moment. She fumbled for the "open door" button, and held it pressed so the door wouldn't slide shut and the man would be trapped outside. Neither one of them said anything for a moment, and Stephanie realised she couldn't exactly hold the button forever. "Ahh.." Stephanie ventured, "are you coming up this tower too?" "What? Umm, no. No, sorry. I'm... ahh..." the man seemed caught out by the question and momentarily unsure of where he actually was going. As he desperately cast his eyes around him to figure out where he was, a spark of recognition seemed to suddenly hit him. "Yes, that's right, I'm going to the reception desk". The man said, with some measure of authority returning to his voice. "Oh." Stephanie said, unsure exactly how that brought the man to be standing in front of her. "Well, the reception desk is back that way." She pointed back to the middle of the lobby, and the man slowly turned to look at where she was indicating. "Oh, yes." the man continued, stumbling over this words. "Yes, yes, of course. I was... umm... just making sure you got to the, agh, ... lift safely." The man instantly scrunched up his eyes as the last word escaped from his lips, and agony consumed his facial features at the all too obvious stupidity of what he'd just said. Stephanie wasn't exactly a mind-reader, but she didn't need to be one to know that the one and only thought going through the man's head right now was a far less polite take on "You idiot! Who in their right mind says something like that?!" Stephanie let the "open door" button go, and placed a hand delicately over her mouth to hide the smile that she was currently sporting. "Well, good luck with the reception, sir." She replied, and gave another small wave with her other hand. "Yes, err... thanks." the man said in return, slowly backing away and forcing a cheerful smile. As the doors of the lift began to close on her admirer, Stephanie had a sudden attack of un-Stephanie'ness. The attacks had been constant and overwhelming over the past few minutes. "Excuse me, sir?" she called, attracting the attention of the man one last time. As he turned to look at her, and with doors narrowing the view of the lift car, Stephanie spun around on the balls of her feet, bent over slightly at the waist, placed her hands on her knees, and gave her fellow hotel guest a sexy shake of her bottom. Then, with the doors almost closed, she spun back around and bounced up and down on the spot a couple of times. She found herself consumed in the moment as she felt the bandeau both support her breasts, yet still permit their jiggling as they gently rose and fell with her movements. The doors finally closed, and the last thing Stephanie heard from the lobby was the sound of a book hitting the floor for the second time in as many minutes. She simply had no idea who this woman was. ****** Stephanie still had the pool to herself as she completed her tenth length. The excitement from the lobby walk was still with her, and was powering Stephanie on to what would have been a personal best time were she in the mood to time herself. There were several things she still couldn't comprehend. Firstly, that she'd been out in public with barely half of her backside covered. Secondly, had she really talked to that strange couple with such a confident voice? Thirdly, what was with that show she'd put on for the man from the lift? She reached the end of the pool, and did a quick turn, before setting off on her eleventh leg. Her slim arms held a hidden power to them, and combined her taut athletic legs, she was propelling herself along at a great rate of knots. Her stomach tightened as she imagined how she'd look, all wet and flustered, walking back through that lobby. Was it too late to ring the concierge from the pool phone, and request a towel? Was it too late to consider her modesty. She turned and pushed off for her twelfth leg, knowing full well the answers to those questions. Yes, and most certainly yes. ******* There were fifteen floors in the south tower of her hotel. It would take all of thirty seconds for the lift to make it's way down to the lobby from the top, but as before seconds were stretching into minutes. This time, she didn't even have the lift to herself from the very beginning. She'd emerged from the pool only a few moments ago, and had discovered that at some point late in her swim, she'd been joined by a couple of older men - perhaps in their forties. As she'd stepped out, energised by the fifteen lengths and - perhaps even more so - by the thought of what was to come, she'd realised that she should probably get rid of a little of the surface water pouring off her body. There was a difference between "sexy-when-wet" and "just-dripping-wet". The part of her who was curious about putting on a show was getting louder and more demanding, and the rest of Stephanie Henderson was having a great deal of difficulty talking reason to that other part. She'd decided that it was within the spirit of the rules given to her that she could at least shake some of the more obvious water off her body. She'd stood by the side of the pool - devoid of towel - and quickly shook herself, flipping her hair around twisting her body and arms this way and that. Some of the water flicked off, and she felt now that she was wet, without being saturated. This entire action though was greeted with a sudden bought of coughing. Looking out into the pool, she realised that she was not alone, and that the coughing was from an older gentleman who had seen her and completely messed up his stroke, resulting in swallowing a decent amount of pool water. As he struggled to regain his composure, Stephanie also noticed that he had a friend, who was sitting at one end, legs in the water, about to hop in, but now entirely engrossed in Stephanie's performance. Stephanie felt the red flush of embarrassment flood into her cheeks, and instinctively turned to leave. She'd only made it three steps though, before that rebellious side of her seized control of her legs. Refusing to let her take another step further, that part of her instead forced Stephanie to turn around, and placed her hands on her hips. Stephanie found herself opening her mouth again. "Excuse me sirs, has anyone seen my towel?" she asked, seemingly innocently. The men spluttered for a moment, and made a show of casting their eyes around the poolside. After a few brief moments though, it became self-evident that no such towel was going to materialise. One of the men even made the genuinely kind offer of lending her his towel. Stephanie smiled inwardly at that gentlemanly gesture. "Oh, it's okay, but thank you anyway. I'm sure I can slip back quietly to the North Tower without being noticed." Stephanie smiled at them, and then shocked herself by giving them a sexy wink. Turning around, she headed out of the pool, and bit her lip at the thought of what she'd just left those men imagining. *********** After leaving the pool, Stephanie had found that there were more than just the two men up on the top floor with her. The floor also had a smaller array of hotel rooms, mostly larger suites for the richest guests, and two of those guests were waiting at the lift to head down to the lobby. They'd all entered the lift together. Stephanie in her wet bikini, water droplets on her exposed skin, her brown hair now darker after the swim and flattened to her neck and back. Her companions on this return ride was - by sheer coincidence - the older woman from the reception this morning, and her companion. Now that Stephanie had a few seconds with them, she guessed the older woman was in her late 40s. She was slightly overweight, although far from obese, and dressed in what were clearly expensive clothes. The dress she wore covered her completely, although the material glistened in the light of the lift car. A necklace of large pearls featured prominently around her neck, and she was several rings that clearly sported valuable diamonds. Her own black hair seemed was longer than Stephanie's own brown hair, and was also straight and severe. Her companion was a well dressed man who looked in his early 50s, although possibly quite spry for that age. A tuxedo and dress pants gave off an image of affluence and influence, and Stephanie couldn't have felt more at odds with these people given the state of her own attire. Her breathe quickened again, and she didn't say a word to either the woman or the man as the rode to the lobby. Earlier, the woman had harrumphed her for being slightly tardy in approaching the reception desk, and clearly nothing Stephanie was doing now was improving that first impression in the eyes of the woman. Stephanie heard the tut-tut of the woman, as she leaned in to whisper something to her companion. Without even looking, she could feel the man's furtive glances thrown her way. As with the man in the previous lift, Stephanie could feel his gaze exploring the most intimate parts of her body. She almost felt like he was caressing her backside, and just as she was about to almost turn away, she then sensed that he was looking at the side of her breasts. The thought that her nipples might be quite prominent in the bandeau material flashed to the front of Stephanie's mind. Closing her eyes, she could see herself through the man's own eyes. A petite, brunette beauty in a scandalous swim suit. Her backside only half covered, and two sharp points protruding from the front of her top. Stephanie gulped, not for the first time tonight, and almost gasped for air when the lift suddenly chimed to announce their arrival at the lobby. Stephanie dashed out as the doors opened, without even an acknowledgement to her companions, and set her eyes firmly on the lifts for the North Tower. Striding forward, she wondered why this was getting harder with every possible step. She'd only just been down here before. She'd almost been confident then. There was something about the water on her skin though. Whether it was the feeling of the droplets slowly easing - almost teasing - down her body that made her even more sensitive, or whether it was just the fact that everyone would be wondering why this brazen beauty hadn't bothered drying herself. There was something about this return trip that was making Stephanie almost hyper-ventilate. The intensity, the raw emotion of the moment, was beginning to get to her. Eyes ahead, one foot in front of another, Stephanie swept through the lobby, interrupting conversations and dragging attention along with her. As she passed the outside doors, they once again opened to let in the night air. This time the cold breeze interaction with the water on her skin forced a shivering moan from her. The moan wasn't just from the cold though, and Stephanie was beginning to wonder if she'd keep it together long enough to make it back to the room. She finally reached the lifts, and mercifully there was no-one else waiting for one. As she continued her quick, sharp breathing, she was acutely aware that he rest of the lobby was unnaturally silent. After what seemed like an eternity, the bell of the arriving lift echoed through the lobby, shattering that unholy quiet, and the doors to the left-most shaft beckoned. Her emotions on a knife edge, Stephanie threw herself into the lift and frantically hit the "close doors" button, lest someone else try and join her for the ride. The doors closed. Stephanie's eyes closed. She'd survived, for now. ****

She Sure Showed Us! byDCdoneright© She Sure Showed Us! Ch. 01 Welcome to another one of my stories! My ex-girlfriend said I should share some of these crazy stories with the world. At the time, I never bothered but now with the pandemic I have a lot more time on my hands, so...enjoy! I have changed the names to protect everyones privacy, but the rest of the story is 90% true and 10% filling in the blanks of minor details that I don't remember. I had almost completely forgotten all about this one, and then I read a similar story on here and remembered this fun weekend from long ago. This one comes to us from way back in the day, about 2010 or so. That was one of the last years before everyone had a smart phone and I'm pretty sure that this story never would have happened otherwise! So, that Summer was a fun one. I was just a couple of years out of college and like a lot of people that age, I rented a house in the suburbs with two friends. We found a great house that had three bedrooms and a fenced in back yard that had a big BBQ grill AND a hot tub! And even better, it was located in a neighborhood that had a number of households just like ours and as luck would have it there was a house with three young ladies about our age on the block right behind ours. Of course we ended up hanging out a ton. There were times that all six of us hung out, but mostly it was a group of four. One of my roommates had a pretty serious girlfriend and the two of them never really hung out with the rest of us much. And, one of the girls never seemed to be around. But, that still left four of us who hung out a ton and had some fun adventures. My roommate was Brian and the two girls next door were Sara and Kirstin. We did hook up a bunch of times that Summer (me with Sara, Brian with Kirstin) but at first we just kinda all hung out together. One of our goals for that Summer was to get the girls to join us for a skinny dip in our hot tub. This story originates on one of those nights, but first a little about us. Brian and I were pretty average looking dudes. Sara was blonde, average height (probably 5'5'' or so) and a nice figure with a great pair of C cups. Kirstin was a little shorter (probably 5'2'' or so) , dark hair and slightly larger boobs but overall Sara had a slightly better figure. Both of them were totally hot, with gorgeous smiles and sexy personalities. This story is about the first time we saw Sara and Kirstin naked, and the first time I hooked up with Sara. We had a BBQ that day in our yard with a bunch of friends, and by early evening most of our guests had departed and it was just Brian, Sara, Kirstin and myself hanging out. It was perfect weather and we decided to get in the hot tub for a few drinks. I thought I had talked Sara into a skinny dip that night but Kirstin wasn't having it. We took our drinks into the hot tub (with suits on) and ended up in a game of "Never have I ever...", which of course ended up being 100% racy/sexy questions and Kirstin got some good-natured teasing for being the prude who insisted we wear suits. Predictably, Sara ended up doing some of the best teasing and Kirstin ended up trying to convince us she wasn't a prude at all. I thought maybe if we were lucky we would end up with Kirstin flashing us her boobs. Boy was I in for a surprise! Just like the title of the story...eventually Kirstin sure showed us that she wasn't a prude! Literally, and figuratively. But, we'll get to that part later. I wanted to raise the stakes of our "Never have I ever..." game a little and I remembered a fun story that Sara had told me from college where she had lost a game of strip billiards and was the only naked person in a room with a bunch of her friends. I wasn't there but from her telling of the story it sounded like she had made an ill-advised billiards bet, lost all of her clothes, and been the lone naked person in a room with 8-10 friends for awhile. I was able to coax out of her that it was a "fun night" and I figured out that she didn't mind the attention all that much, and thought the whole thing was pretty sexy. So, I figured that story was fair game for a "never have I ever..." prompt. "Never have I ever...lost a game of strip pool and been the only naked person at a party." I said. Everyone laughed, and of course Sara was the only person who drank. Kirstin totally took the bait and teased Sara for it. "Sara!" she exclaimed. "Oh whatever...it was fun. Besides, at least I didn't chicken out!" Sara said. "I wouldn't chicken out!" Kirstin said back. "That's right, you wouldn't even play!" Sara teased, with a grin. "I smell a challenge!" I said, and almost managed a straight face for a couple of seconds. This went back and fourth a few times, and Kirstin admitted that she had never played any sort of stripping game but said that she thought it sounded like fun. I was about to cut in and volunteer to run grab a deck of cards when Sara cut the chase and challenged Kirstin. "There is NO way you would ever get naked like that. You wouldn't even go for a skinny dip tonight!" Sara teased again. It was kind of funny...had Brian or I teased her like that, we would have been total jackasses and she probably wouldn't have even listened. But because it came from her female roommate, she was apparently not wanting to back down from the challenge! "Ok, fine, we can get naked!" Kirstin said, relenting to the pressure from her roommate. "Getting naked here with just us is no big deal. Doing it in front of a group of people and not being able to hide under the water takes guts!" Sara shot back. Of course, Brian and I would have gladly settled for that but Sara apparently wanted to up the ante. At this point, it was just fun to watch them mess with each other. First, Kirstin tried to argue that being naked in our hot tub was no less daring than Sara's strip billiards story. Then, Sara argued that Kirstin was too chicken to do either one. "So, Kirstin...are you saying that if Sara gets naked here, you will get naked the next time we have people over?" I asked. Again, I almost managed to keep a straight face. I'm not sure what Sara getting naked had to do with the challenge, but I didn't want to let this one pass without at least getting a decent glimpse of Sara and I really didn't think it would be hard to talk her into. It wasn't. "Oh whatever, you just want to see us naked!" Kirstin said, as both girls rolled their eyes. "...and?" I asked, grinning wide. "Whatever....I'm game!" Sara said, quickly shutting everyone up. "You're what?!?" Kirstin said, somewhat in disbelief. "I said I'm game. I will take off my suit right now. Then tomorrow night, we will have people over and you have to get naked." Sara said. We had loose plans to have some kind of gathering the following night, and suddenly it became an interesting event! "What? No way!" Kirstin said. "See! I told you that you'd chicken out!" Sara said, with a laugh. "I didn't say I chickened out!" Kirstin said. Sara didn't say anything back. She simply stood up, and reached behind her back, and untied her top. We were all in disbelief as her top fell off, exposing her boobs. Before anyone could say anything, she bent over, pulling her bottoms down and stepping out of them. She tossed her top and her bottoms onto a chair near the hot tub, and stood up in front of us without even trying to cover up. It was dark out but thanks to the moonlight and the porch light we could very clearly see that her nipples were rock hard, and her pussy was cleanly shaved. "Now...that is what I call putting your bathing suit where your mouth is!" Brian joked. For a minute we all stared at Sara, and she didn't seem to mind in the least. She stood there for at least a minute or two and we were all staring at her. Brian and I staring at her hot body we were seeing for the first time, and Kirstin staring at her like she had completely lost her mind. While we were all staring at Sara, Sara was staring at Kirstin. I hadn't really picked up a competitive vibe between them before, but something had clearly gotten into them tonight! Plus, I'm sure it didn't hurt that we had been drinking all day. "Ok, I held up my end of this. Kirstin, what do you say?" Sara said, with a great deal of confidence. "Ok...so I have to take off my suit too?" Kirstin asked. She didn't seem upset about it, and had a grin on her face. It definitely broke some tension that she was being a good sport about it. "Well, you can if you want to. But tomorrow night, we are having the same number of people over from my strip pool game that you teased me for earlier and you have to get naked then!" Sara said. "How many people was that, exactly?" I cut in, with a grin. Both girls gave me a funny look. "What? If we are making plans here..." I said, and everyone laughed. "I don't know, I think the four of us and five or six more will do it." Sara said. I had been pretty close with my guess! "So I have to play strip pool...?" Kirstin asked, somewhat confused. "Whatever. We can play a game or you can just strip down but my point is you have to be naked just like I was in my story when you said it sounded like fun and that you wouldn't chicken out of!" Sara said, laughing as she said it. "Well, we have a foosball table..." I said, trying to act casual and conceal my excitement. Also, by volunteering our house I was making 100% sure that Brian and I would be invited. And of course, I was trying to be a good wingman for Brian since I knew he wanted to hook up with Kirstin but didn't want to appear too eager himself. "Fine, strip foosball then. But she has to lose. She has to be the naked one!" Sara said. We were all cracking up at this point, and Sara was still standing up, totally visible to us. "Ok, fine! But you have to stay naked the rest of tonight, and you have to do it with me tomorrow! And I'm not doing it if there is a bunch of total strangers or randoms there!" Kirstin said, as if Sara wasn't already planning on staying naked. "Alright, I'll do it too, but you're getting naked first. Just like my story, you have to be the only one, at least for awhile! And if I am staying naked tonight, you have to do it tonight too!" Sara said. Brian and I couldn't believe our luck. Kirstin giggled, blushed and finally relented. She leaned forward and reached behind her back sheepishly to untie her top. With a grin, she let it fall off and then reached her hands under the water and slipped her bottoms off without getting up. And just like that, we had two gorgeous naked girls in our hot tub! "I told you I wouldn't chicken out! It's really not THAT big of a deal" Kristin said, giggling, and I almost believed her. I was still thinking there was no way she would actually follow through the following night but in the meantime I was enjoying my view of naked Sara and naked Kirstin. We hadn't seen Kirstin below the waist yet but her boobs were just barely above the water line. Sara was still standing. At this point, Kirstin had risen to the challenge and Sara was still standing up but a minute or so later, Sara started to get back down into the water and Kirstin was not having it. I'm not sure if she was trying to get Sara to back down or if she was just enjoying teasing her but either way, Brian and I appreciated it! "Oh no you don't! No hiding under the water! If I am getting naked at a party tomorrow night you at least have to be above the water tonight!" Kirstin said. Of course, Sara didn't seem to mind. She also seemed to forget that she had agreed to get naked at the party too, but I don't think she minded. The whole reason Sara had ended up in the billiard game was that she loved the attention. The funny thing at that point is that Brian and I would have totally joined them in the nude but neither girl brought it up at first and we didn't want to seem too eager. "Ok!" Sara said, and she sat up on the side of the hot tub, completely visible. At this point, Brian and I grinned a little bit, unsure how we got this lucky to end up in the middle of this series of events. She challenged Kirstin to join her but Kirstin seemed ok letting Sara win this one. However, realizing that Sara was enjoying the exposure, I decided to push my luck just a little bit. "Actually, we could use some more drinks." I said, mostly just to see how Sara would react. Sara smirked, and walked off toward our kitchen with a wink. Totally naked. After Sara was gone, Kirstin got up and turned on some more lights, and giggled as she realized that she had given Brian and I quite the show in the process. We already had a good view of her boobs but now we could see that her pussy was shaved just like Sara's. She was not as bold as Sara about standing up to give us all a better look but she was a good sport and paused for a few seconds or so to let us have a peek. She even halfway smiled, halfway grinned and totally blushed at us while we looked. "I guess go ahead and get a good look, but it's not like you wont see me naked tomorrow too!" she said, with a giggle. That was the first time she actually admitted she was going to go through with it. She ended her pause pretty quickly, maybe ten seconds or so, and got into the hot tub again. "So, you're going through with it tomorrow night then?" Brian asked. "I guess so. I mean, it's not that big of a deal and who cares, you guys have all seen me naked now. And it's not like I have any chance of winning strip foosball anyways, you guys know how bad I am at that game. Seriously though, nobody weird or random! I'll totally do it but not if there is anyone creepy there" she said. She didn't seem upset at all at this point and Brian was clearly pleased having a good time. "Don't worry, it'll just be us and a few other people. Any ideas?" Brian said, reassuringly. We chatted for a minute about who was cool enough to not be weird around the fact that we were planning a party where at least one guest had to get naked by the end of the night. Kirstin asked us to keep the whole thing a secret, and I guess she had a point that it would all feel very weird if we didn't at least act like it was a coincidence. Eventually, we settled on five or six people to invite and decided at random we would play foosball around 10pm and suggest strip foosball after a match or two. I was thinking that we would be lucky if we had even half of them come. Of course, we greatly underestimated the attendance but more on that later! "So, did you like what you saw earlier?" Kirstin asked me teasingly, trying to shift the conversation topic. I suppose she could have been asking about me seeing her naked for the first time but somehow I knew she was asking about Sara, and that she apparently had figured out that I had a bit of a crush on Sara. "Yeah, that was pretty awesome." I said with a big grin. We all giggled and laughed, and I knew that tonight was my night to make a move. With Sara making such a bold display I figured I should make a move and Kirstin asking me about it told me everything I needed to know. "Yeah, you should probably make some kind of move tonight. Just sayin...I don't think she's doing this just to see me naked. She's seen me naked 100 times!" Kirstin said, confirming what I suspected. I winked at her. Part of me wanted to ask about the "100 times" I knew they were roommates but it sounded like maybe there was more nudity in their house than I would have expected but just then Sara walked back, with a tray of drinks in her hands and her fabulous body fully on display with the entire back yard now lit up by the lights Kirstin had turned on. "Gosh, it sure looks like someone turned on some more lights! Go ahead, get a good look!" Sara said, as she put the drinks down and motioned her hands up and down her body, jokingly hamming it up like she was a dancer or something. If Kirstin paused for ten seconds and stood still to give us a good view in the lights, Sara paused for at least a minute or two and was striking poses! Not only did we have a better view with the lights on but the neighbors probably did too! So of course I pointed this out. "Well, I'm sure the neighbors are enjoying this one!" I joked. Both girls blushed and giggled. Things didn't last too much longer in the hot tub but for the rest of the time we were out there, Sara sat up on the side of the hot tub in full view of everyone, and Kirstin sat in the water but made no effort to cover her boobs which were mostly above the water. It was pretty awesome, and clearly neither girl minded that we were sneaking plenty of looks at both of them. Their rock hard nipples told us that they didn't mind the attention at all. The joke of this whole thing was totally on Kirstin. Sara was enjoying every minute of being naked, and Kirstin seemed calm and confident but at least a little bit nervous about the following evening. I don't think Kirstin cared at all about being naked in the hot tub nor was she really nervous about strip foosball but she seemed to be concerned with who would be invited. I figured that was a good sign but also thought the odds of her chickening out eventually were at least 50-50. Still, she was being a good sport and like most hot girls in their mid 20's she seemed more concerned with how she would look and who would be there than she was with actually doing it. The night started to wind down, but Sara never got shy and actually did make another naked drink run for us. As soon as she was gone, I hatched my plan. "Ok, how about when she gets back, you guys head inside and bring some towels out. That'll give me a good opportunity. Give me like five minutes. If you see her get out of the hot tub and put her suit on, I totally struck out so come on back outside. If we are making out, just leave us some towels on the deck." I said. "I like your odds" Kirstin said, with a smile and a wink. I totally wanted to believe her, but I was a little bit drunk still and not totally sure if this was just her way of messing with Sara. A minute later, Sara came back. It was after midnight now, and it had gotten a little bit cooler outside. She got back in the tub (although her boobs were still above the water line) and nobody said anything. We nursed our drinks for a minute, and Brian volunteered to run grab towels and he asked Kirstin for a hand. They headed off together, leaving Sara and I alone in the hot tub. We were finally alone but Sara didn't move. She sat next to me, totally naked still. "What a night, eh?" I said, to break the tension. "I know, right?" Sara said, and giggled. "You having fun still?" I asked, and jokingly nodded toward her nipples. They were still rock hard, and we had all been teasing her for it all night. "Obviously!" she said, with a grin and stuck out her chest a little bit. I took that as my cue, and leaned in to kiss her. We shared a long kiss, leaning in to each other and made out for a couple of minutes. I started to pull her closer, and she resisted just a little bit. "What if they come back?" Sara asked me. "Don't worry, they won't" I said, noticing that they had apparently come and gone and left us towels on the porch. She must have realized I had already told them not to come back out because she climbed right into my lap without any further prompting. Naked. Now things started to really get hot and heavy. I kissed her deeply, and ran my hands all over her body. She arched her back, and I ran my hands to her tits. As soon as I touched her nipples, she moaned loudly and I realized we needed to move from the backyard to the bedroom sooner than later. "Shall we head inside?" I asked. She nodded in return, and we got out of the water. She picked up her swimsuit, but didn't put it on. I handed her a towel, and she used it to dry off but didn't put it on. We went inside and she was still naked, with her swimsuit in one hand and the towel in the other and nothing covering her up. We passed Brian and Kirstin on the couch. Kirstin had a towel wrapped around her but had not put her suit back on. We all just kind of grinned at each other as Sara and I headed up to my room. She Sure Showed Us! Ch. 02 Welcome to another one of my stories! My ex-girlfriend said I should share some of these crazy stories with the world. At the time, I never bothered but now with the pandemic I have a lot more time on my hands, so...enjoy! I have changed the names to protect everyones privacy, but the rest of the story is 90% true and 10% filling in the blanks of minor details that I don't remember. So, in the first chapter of this story we were introduced to my roommate (Brian) and old neighbors (Sara and Kirstin, although only Sara appears in this chapter). If you want to read it, you'll get a sense for the sexy personalities of the two girls and the build up to how I got super lucky and was headed up the stairs of my house with a gorgeous, naked girl following me. If you don't want to read it, the quick version is that a sexy game lead to a sexy bet, the hot neighbor girls got naked in our hot tub, and I made a move on the hot neighbor girl who had been flirting with me (Sara). And, now we are about to hook up. Once we got upstairs, things escalated in a hurry. Not that things weren't already escalated...Sara had been naked for more than an hour at that point and she had been crazy turned on the entire time. She walked into my room behind me, and I turned to close the door. I turned back to face her and she was on her knees, right in front of me on the floor. She didn't say a word, she just grabbed my bathing suit and yanked it off. My cock sprang right out, and she stared right at it, with a hungry smile on her face. She took one hand and put it on my cock, and went to town. She took me deep in her mouth, as if she had been dreaming about having me in her mouth all night. She wasn't exactly gentle...she wanted me rock hard, and she wanted it right away. I looked down, and realized that she had her other hand in between her legs and was rubbing her clit. I got so turned on looking at her and listening to her moans that were stifled by my hard dick in her mouth. I could tell she was really working herself up and I was rock hard in no time. I stood her up, and kissed her again. Then, I spun her in a circle so that I was behind her, and she was facing the full-length mirror on the back of my door. I kissed her ear slightly. "Look at your hot little body." I whispered into her ear. She bit her lip and moaned, as my hands found their way to her hips. "You loved stripping off your bathing suit and strutting around naked in front of us all night, didn't you?" I asked. "I sure did!" she said, as I put her hands on top of her head. "Don't move your hands." I whispered. "Yes, sir." she said. "Good girl, and so polite. You knew as soon as we started the challenges that you were going to get naked, didn't you?" I whispered. "Yes, sir" she said, as she started to breathe heavily. "And you couldn't wait to slip out of your suit and let all of us see your sexy little body, could you?" I whispered in her ear, giving her a tiny nibble as I finished the sentence. "Yes, sir, I couldn't wait." she said. I moved my hands up to her tits, and found her rock hard nipples again. I gently rolled them in my fingers, and she moaned under my touch. I could tell she wanted to move, but she didn't. "Fuck me, please!" she moaned, and leaned back into me. I kept my left hand on her breast but moved my right hand down to her pussy. I immediately found her swollen clit, and she started moaning immediately. "Don't make me beg!" she shouted, in between moans. "Nope. Beg for it. I'm in control now. You've wanted it all night, and now if you want to get it, you're going to have to beg." I whispered into her ear. I could tell she loved the idea of being made to beg because it instantly put her moans into overdrive. "Please, sir! Please!" she begged. "You're going to have to do better than that!" I teased her, as my finger rounded her clit. "Please, sir! Please! I need you inside me!" she practically screamed at the top of her lungs. I decided that was enough for our first time together, and I lead her over toward my bed. I tossed her down onto it, forcefully. She was clearly enjoying how I was taking charge. She immediately spread her legs all the way open and welcomed me on top of her. I slid on a condom quickly and knelt down between her legs. I slid my cock right into her tight little pussy and it felt amazing. She was so tight! She gasped as I slid all the way in, and then she moaned out in pleasure. I got on top of her missionary style, and started working in and out of her. It felt so good that I had to think about baseball for a minute or two to slow down. It just got better and better though, so I had to slow down to keep from cumming too early. I hit just the right angle and she instantly started moaning harder. I switched my motion just barely and it hit her in just right perfect spot. "Oh my god, I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!" she screamed. "Not until you ask permission!" I told her. "Please, sir! Please! I need to cum!" she screamed. "Do it. Now!" I screamed. She immediately exploded into orgasm, moaning, screaming...I was sure I was going to hear about this from the roommates at this point but it was totally worth it. I kept the motion going until she had finished, and then I pulled out and gave her a chance to catch her breath. I laid down next to her, and after a minute or two she had caught her breath and she rolled over to talk to me. "Oh. My. God." she said, with a blushing smile. "I feel like I shouldn't tell you how much I loved having to beg." "You don't have to. I noticed." I said, with a wink. "That was amazing. Did you cum?" she asked me. "Not yet. I could go for one more, or, I could just finish on your tits." I said. Without a word, she sat up and pulled the condom off my dick. She started stroking, and I could tell it wasn't going to take much after our warmup. After a minute, I knew I was ready and I motioned to her to lean back so that I could take over and aim my load to land right onto her tits. It took about ten more seconds, and I let loose a huge load right onto her tits. It was a pretty easy target, since her tits were pretty big but I managed to cover them completely. I had been building a huge load since she untied her bikini top all those hours ago, and I got it all over her. She looked at her tits after I came on them, and clearly loved the sight of my cum all over them. She rubbed the biggest part of it onto her fingers, and then licked it off. I don't know if she was faking or not but she looked like she loved the taste. I got her a towel to wipe the rest off, and she curled up next to me, purring like a kitten. "Well, it's been quite the day, hasn't it?" I said. Sara just giggled. "So, do you think Kirstin will follow up with her end of the bet tonight?" I asked. "Probably. I didn't think she would get naked tonight, and she did. I guess we will find out, right?" Sara replied. "Well, whether or not Kirstin gets naked...I think the odds of you getting naked before the end of the party are pretty good!" I teased. "That's probably a safe bet!" she giggled, and then we drifted off to sleep as I imagined that we were about to have a truly epic weekend on our hands! She Sure Showed Us! Ch. 03 Welcome to another one of my stories! My ex-girlfriend said I should share some of these crazy stories with the world. At the time, I never bothered but now with the pandemic I have a lot more time on my hands, so...enjoy! I have changed the names to protect everyone's privacy, but the rest of the story is 90% true and 10% filling in the blanks of minor details that I don't remember. So, this one isn't going to make a whole lot of sense if you didn't read chapter one and chapter two. Chapter one is where I introduce my old roommate, and the two hot girls who lived behind us. Chapter two is where I hooked up with one of the girls. And, if you read the first chapter, you will remember that the girls made a bet with each other. This third chapter is where we had a little party and the girls settled their sexy bet. It was quite the evening, as you will read here. Enjoy! The next morning began slowly. Sara and I woke up, had a quickie, grabbed some coffee and went our ways. Brian (roommate) and I cleaned up from the BBQ and had lunch. The talk of the day, of course, was the previous evenings events and how awesome it all was. I told Brian about hooking up with Sara, and he told me that he hooked up with Kirstin. He told me that Kirstin told him that she had a ton of fun in the hot tub and that she wouldn't be bringing a bathing suit over anymore if it was just the four of us. I mentioned that we both already knew that Sara had a blast, and we laughed. It was good to know that everyone (the ladies and us) all had a great time the night before, because that meant more great nights were possible. We spent a long time negotiating who to invite to our little party that evening, realizing that the evening could go one of two ways. We could end up with the wrong crowd and the girls would suddenly get shy and stop daring each other to do sexy things, or, we could end up with just the right crowd and evenings full of naked sexy dares/games could become the new normal for parties at our house. With this in mind, we invited two girls who were roommates in an apartment a little closer to downtown but were regulars at our BBQ's, and two couples. One couple we knew from workout classes at our gym. They were in great shape and basically up for anything it seemed. More than once they were over at our house and made sexy jokes about our hot tub. Maybe tonight would be their chance to get in it! The other couple were friends of Brian's and they seemed cool and totally low key, like they would be amused by what was going on but not get too crazy themselves. We figured that group would make ten people total if everyone came, and there was always the chance that we would have our third roommate and his girlfriend, or even the third roommate of Sara and Kirstin's. We got the invites out, and headed to the liquor store. We figured we would stock up and hope for the best. We got plenty of fun booze and all the staples, including some tequila. Of course, we ended up with more booze than ten people could possibly drink but better to have it and not need it versus need it and not have it, right? Now all that was left to do was wait. Around 6pm we ordered some pizzas and told Sara and Kirstin they could come over whenever. By 7pm, both girls and the pizzas had arrived. Sara gave me a little kiss when she first saw me, and Kirstin did the same with Brian. The girls were looking hot, wearing short shorts and midriff-baring tank tops as was popular at that time of year. So, we put on some music and got the evening going with some tequila shots and pizza. Brian and I had decided to not bring up the plans for the evening until the girls did. It was clearly on their minds though, and it only took one tequila shot to bring it out of them. "So...is the foosball table ready?" Sara said jokingly, as Kirstin blushed. "Sure is!" I said. We all laughed. We took some time and explained who we invited and why, and at first the girls just listened and agreed. Then suddenly Kirstin realized this was a list of people who would be seeing her naked in a few hours and started blushing. Maybe it was the tequila talking but she was being a good sport and seemed ok with everything. Brian leaned in and whispered something to Kirstin's ear, and she smiled and gave him a kiss on his cheek. Later he would tell me that he whispered to her that no matter what, he would be there and make sure she was ok and having fun. I asked Sara if she and Kirstin had a plan, or if they needed our help to get things started. She said that she and Kirstin had talked it over that afternoon, and decided they would wait until around 10, and play a game of foosball. Kirstin would win the first game, talk a lot of trash, and then Sara would challenge her to strip foosball. Kirstin was definitely the worst foosball player we knew so it wouldn't be hard for her to lose. The key was for Sara to let her win the first game. I figured best to let Sara handle it, and went back to getting the bar ready. I made up a couple of pitchers of margaritas, figuring they wouldn't go to waste. Soon afterward our guests started arriving. The night had a funny vibe to it, like we all knew something fun would happen. Of course, only four of us knew what that something was but everyone was clearly ready for a fun evening. Our first two guests were the two single girls, Laura and Brynn. There's actually a great story I will write out sometime that stars Laura and Brynn but that night was still a couple of years away at this point. More on that later. In case you're wondering, Laura was a cute blonde and Brynn was a sexy brunette. Both had great bodies and were tons of fun. I decided to play bartender and make a round of drinks for everyone. Brian put some music on, and things got moving. It wasn't long before the rest of our guests arrived. The gym couple (Jim and Alyssa) arrived next. Jim was a pretty normal looking dude, but was definitely in the best shape of all of us. He and Alyssa practically lived at the gym. No matter what time Brian and I went, Jim and Alyssa were there. Speaking of Alyssa, she was a cute girl with dirty blonde hair and a slender yoga body that turned heads. She was dressed to impress tonight, in shorts and a tight, backless halter top that didn't leave much to the imagination. I was so focused on making drinks that I totally missed Brian's friends Bill and Kate arriving. Bill and Kate were cool, but that was one of the only times they ever came over. Bill was an average looking guy, like the rest of us. Kate was a cute brunette, medium height and good body. They both had on shorts and t-shirts. I made small talk with them while I made their first round of drinks and I heard the foosball table in action for the first time. It was only a littler after 9pm so I figured it was still too early for strip foosball but it was good to hear the table in action. I walked by to go get some more ice from the kitchen and saw it was Jim and Alyssa playing, with Brian, Kirstin and Sara watching. I winked at Kirstin as I walked by and she blushed pretty hard. I figured we weren't far from the action starting, but I played it cool. The way our house was laid out, the dining room was open to the living room. The foosball table was in the dining room, and the bar was in the living room so we were all pretty central. Sara and Kirstin called next game, and before long they were on the table. It wasn't quite 10pm yet, but I figured I would stick close to the table just in case. Sure enough, Kirstin started sinking shots and talking a ton of trash. Sara just stood there and took it, with a smirk. The really funny thing about it was that either Kirstin really thought she was winning or she was just a fantastic actress. Either way, the spirited game between the two girls became the center of attention. Thankfully, nobody had called "next" and Kirstin kept up her trash talking routine, and went a little over the top when she sank the winning shot of the game. "Ok hot stuff...how about we play again, and up the stakes a little?" Sara challenged. "Alright loser, what did you have in mind?" Kirstin said, knowing full well what the challenge would be. At that point, I knew the game was going to happen but remember what I said about Kirstin doing a fantastic acting job? I'm not sure if she knew she was going to lose and was playing along or if she thought her lucky streak would continue. "How about strip foosball? Each goal is one article of clothing, and the game goes on until one of us is out of clothes." Sara said, with a smirk. This brought out a predictable "oooooooooh" reaction from the group. Brian and I played it cool, like we had no idea that this was going to happen. Thankfully everyone just seemed amused and nobody said anything that would discourage the game. Being Summer time, neither girl had shoes or socks on so we were going to get a show right away. "Okay! Bring it on, and don't come crying to me when you're butt naked!" Kirstin said. "Game on!" Sara said, and everyone cheered. If the foosball table was the center of attention before, it was now the center of the universe. The full group crowded around the table and everyone was quite excited to see what was developing. And, it didn't take long. Sara dropped the ball in through the chute, and it took her all of about ten seconds to score the first goal. It happened so fast that it was hard to keep track of. The ball popped into play, Sara hit it up to the other end of the table, it bounced off the wall next to the goal, and she nailed it on the rebound, straight into the goal. "Boom! Take it off!" Sara said, with a huge smile. Kirstin blushed, and her jaw dropped open as the group joined Sara in a playful chant of "Take it off! Take it off!". "Alright...you got one lucky shot in. That's ok!" Kirstin said. I looked over at Brian, and he was having tons of fun watching this unfold, as was everyone. Kirstin played it up for a minute and was blushing pretty hard. Then she looked around, shrugged her shoulders, and then peeled her super tight tank top off and over her head. She tossed it aside, and everyone cheered as she fixed her hair. She had on a lacy red bra that matched her tank top. The bra was pretty see-through, but not totally. Between her amazing tits and bright red bra, she certainly got everyone's attention! This time, Kirstin put the ball into play. It took a lot longer than the first goal but the result was eventually the same. Sara used to love to remind us that she was apparently some kind of foosball champion in her sorority back in college. I'm not sure if that was true or not, but she was literally beating the pants off of Kirstin at the moment. The ball went up and down the table a few times before Sara got a hold of it and sank it straight into the goal. "Boom, that's two! Gosh, I wonder if she's wearing a thong? Only one way to find out, right? Take it off! " she yelled. The group laughed and cheered, and another chant of "take it off" took over. Someone made a joke about how Sara must have been hustling Kirstin in the first game. Then, Kirstin blushed some more, and unbuttoned her shorts. They were super tight, so she had to bend almost completely over to get them down. That got quite the reaction from the crowd, who all seemed to enjoy their view of Kirstin in her red bra and matching lacy red thong. "Okay, okay...I'm still in the game! Let's get back to it!" Kirstin said. She put the ball into play, and for once, her luck changed. Sara missed a shot, and Kirstin managed to get a hold of the rebound and spun the handle, knocking the ball clear down the table and into Sara's goal! "How about that?!?" Kirstin yelled, triumphantly. "Oh no, you can't spin the handle! That's cheating!" Sara said back. "I guess you should have said that when you laid out the rules earlier, shouldn't you? Off with the shirt!" Kirstin said. Both girls looked at Brian and I for a house rules clarification. "Hmm...well, normally we don't allow it, but she has a point that you didn't specify it a as a rule. So, I'm going to allow it. Off with it!" I said. "Whatever!" Sara said back. She peeled off her tank top and tossed it at me, with a smirk and then a wink. She had on a solid black bra pushed her tits up for some pretty epic cleavage. She caught me staring and smiled right before she put the ball into play again. Her competitive side came out, and she leaned into the table with renewed focus. We were all pretty excited because there was not a ton of clothing left between the two girls. This next ball was all Sara's. It took her a few shots, but she managed to get the ball on Kirstin's side of the table and started blasting one shot after another. Kirstin got lucky with a couple of blocks but we all knew it was only a matter of time. After the second or third shot rebounded she nailed it straight into the goal! This brought a big cheer to the group, and everyone looked at Kirstin to see what she was going to do. Other than seeing Kirstin's butt in her thong, the girls were still basically covered the same as they would have been at a pool or a beach. But now, Kirstin only had her bra and her thong left, and one of them would have to go. "Uh oh! Looks like someone has a choice to make! Bra or panties? One of them has to go!" Sara said. Kirstin didn't say a word, but she was giggling and blushing enough that we all knew how she felt. Another quick "take it off" chant broke out, and maybe Sara, Brian and I knew that she was going to do it, but I think the group wasn't sure if the game was going to go any farther or not. After a moment's hesitation, Kirstin reached behind her back for her bra strap. She took a deep breath, unhooked her bra, and let it fall to the ground as everyone switched from chanting to cheering. I was wondering if she would try to cover her boobs with her hands, but she did not. She just stood there for a second, letting everyone stare. Which was good, because nobody even pretended that they were looking anywhere other than right at her tits. I don't think I gave a proper enough description in chapter one as to how awesome both Kirstin and Sara's tits were. Both of them had perfect handful-sized and perky C-cup boobs, with great nipples. Granted, I only ever saw them when their nipples were rock hard but their nipples really did look great. "Go ahead, go ahead...get a good look! I am still in this though!" Kirstin said. At this point, I am thinking she knew that she didn't have a chance in the game but good for her to still put on a brave face and act like she still had a shot. Thankfully, it was Sara playing against her and not Brian or me. Both of us would have been distracted by her amazing tits being on display and would have probably missed a few shots because we were busy staring at them. However, Sara didn't seem distracted at all and much to the delight of the crowd she was ready to finish up the game. Kirstin put the ball into play one more time, and again, Sara made short work of her. Two or three kicks up the field to Kirstin's end of the table was all it took before Sara sank it right into the goal and let out a "Rick Flair" style "Wooooooo!". "And we have our naked loser!" Sara yelled out, as one last "take it off" chant started. "Okay, okay." Kirstin said, as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her red thong and pulled it down to reveal her smoothly shaved pussy. I knew that Sara's challenge to Kirstin was that she had to be the only one naked, at least for a little while. However, I was pretty sure that Alyssa wanted to play so I had to think of a way to stall the next match a bit. "Ok folks, who needs another drink? I have a pitcher of margaritas already made up!" I yelled out. I figured that would get us off the table for at least 10 or 15 minutes. While I didn't want to discourage any of the other girls from playing, I also wanted to let Sara and Kirstin settle their argument from the night before. Kirstin was clearly enjoying herself, too. A round of margaritas was exactly what the group needed, and the group all headed onto the porch. I asked Sara to hang back and help me with glasses. "How long do you want to let her be the only naked one? I bet Alyssa wants to play, maybe Laura or Brynn too, and I know you love those games. And who knows, maybe the guys too?" I asked her. "Well, I wanted her to be the only one naked to make her squirm a little because she was talking so much shit last night even though she has always been such a prude. Then she told me this morning that she apparently found out last night that she loves being naked. I think she's having a ton of fun. Maybe give her this round of margaritas and then if more people want to play, let them." Sara answered. We agreed, and headed onto the porch with the drinks. I found everyone basically standing in a circle with naked Kirstin at the end where the porch lights were shining down, which gave everyone a perfect view of her body. I started pouring drinks and listening to the conversation, which was basically one joke after another about how it must be cold out (because of how hard Kirstin's nipples were) or one of the girls commenting that she needed to know who does Kirstin's waxing (because of how smooth her pussy looked). If I thought she didn't like the teasing, I would have come to her rescue (or Brian would have) but she clearly was having a great time. And, she was obviously very turned on. Brian was definitely going to get the kind of action tonight that I had gotten the previous night! Margaritas on the porch went on for about a half hour, which was a little bit longer than planned but everyone seemed to be having fun (especially Kirstin!). However, we ran out of drinks. Sara thought it would be funny if we sent Kirstin in to get the second pitcher of margaritas. After she had been gone for three or four minutes, she emerged from the kitchen with a pitcher of margaritas and a much redder face than before. "So, um...guys...did you invite anyone else? There's a bunch more people in the living room!" Kirstin exclaimed. Apparently, our party was so much fun that several guests had told other friends of theirs. They had all arrived after we went on the porch. Our house was known as a party house so it wasn't exactly unusual that guests just let themselves in, especially since they probably heard us in the back yard. This was, of course, hilarious and we all laughed quite a bit. Even Kirstin! The way our house was laid out, it wasn't difficult for us to have no idea that some more guests had arrived. The living room and dining room were the very front of the house and we had been in the back yard. Brian went in to investigate and confirmed that there were a handful of additional guests, maybe 5-6. They were people we knew, but it was funny because apparently Kirstin just walked in on them totally naked and didn't know what to do, so she just stood there and talked to them for a few minutes. This, of course, was even more hilarious to the group. She said she had told our new guests about strip foosball and how she had lost. "Yeah, so they definitely got a peep show. And side note, apparently they liked what they saw and asked who is playing strip foosball next." Kirstin said. Predictably, Allyssa chimed in that she wanted to play and headed inside with the whole group behind her. Most of the group headed for the dining room but I headed to the living room to make sure our new guests had plenty of drinks. All told, we had six new guests. Laura and Brynn had invited their friends Beth and Emily, and Emily had brought her boyfriend John, who brought his roommate Greg. Greg then invited his girlfriend Megan and her roommate Chrissy. I was pretty sure I had met all of them before, and as long as they acted cool I didn't mind them being there. So, I made them drinks as Laura and Allyssa started up our second game of strip foosball. "Wow, this is quite the party!" Emily said. "Thanks! It's not quite like this every night, but hey, you only live once, right?" I said. "YOLO!" she said back, as the group relocated to the dining room to watch the game. The stakes were now a bit higher. Our original group of 10 consisted of mostly close friends, with Bill and Kate being the only ones there who weren't a normal fixture at our parties. But our six new guests represented new people. I checked in with Kirstin, who was still just hanging out naked. She said she was doing ok, but thanked me for checking in. Our first game ended with Kirstin naked and Sara basically still completely covered but the second game did not appear to be headed toward a lopsided victory for either girl. The first couple of balls went back and fourth on the table multiple times before each goal. Just a few minutes later, both Allyssa and Laura were well on their way to joining Kirstin, with Allyssa in her halter top and thong, and Laura in her bra and panties. Our living room was pretty big but with 16 people crowded into it, it was a pretty raucous atmosphere. The chants of "take it off" were pretty loud now! Laura sank another shot after another minute or two of playing, which meant that Kirstin would no longer be the only girl with her boobs on display. Allyssa pouted for a minute and untied her halter top as everyone cheered. Her boobs were on the smaller side but looked fantastic and were a perfect match for her petite "yoga teacher" frame. They were perky, and her nipples were every bit as hard as Kirstin's. She stood there for a minute to let everyone get a good look, and then she put the ball back into play. Clearly, her competitive side kicked in because she drove hard with 3 or 4 shots and before we knew it, Laura was reaching behind her back while the crowd chanted "take it off!". Laura had huge tits, either a D or DD, and they were quite the hit once she unveiled them. Even Allyssa appeared to be somewhat distracted by them! I managed to get next to Sara, and I asked her if she wanted to play again. It was getting to be pretty late so there was probably only time for one more game. "I'm definitely getting naked tonight, but not until everyone leaves. I'll let someone else play. Maybe next time we can get the games going earlier and more people can play." Sara whispered in my ear. That was delightful to hear, both that she was planning on getting naked that night and that she was planning for "next time" we did this. Right as I was about to whisper back, Allyssa hit another shot, and Laura had to slip off her panties. Just like Kirstin, she was completely bare (either waxed or shaved, not sure). We had been friends with Laura for awhile but we had never seen her in a bathing suit, let alone naked. Laura and Allyssa were now BFF's, and stood together at the top of the table for a minute. Laura had her back to me during the game, so that was my first really good look at her. She caught me peeking and gave me a bit of a dirty look, but then laughed and winked at me. I think Sara may have given her a look though! That night was actually the last time I saw Laura until about two years later. However, the next time we saw Laura was quite the evening and will probably be its own story sometime soon. Ok, back to the action. So, what happened next was kind of funny. We had two naked girls, one in just a thong and another with her shirt off but none of the guys had gotten in on the fun yet. It's not like the guys didn't want to play, but until that point only girls had volunteered. The girls protested though, and demanded that a guy play. I would have played against Sara but she had said she wasn't planning to play again and I thought it might hurt my chances of getting laid that night if I were to play with someone else. So, Jim said he would play and since nobody really wanted to see two guys play, we asked for a girl and Brynn volunteered. This idea kind of backfired against the girls though. If we thought the first game where Sara only lost her shirt while getting Kirstin naked was lopsided, we were in for a laugh when Jim made very short work of Brynn. I don't think Brynn even got a single shot on goal! I mentioned that Jim and Allyssa basically lived at the gym and he seemed like one of those guys who was good at basically every sport. Foosball may not be a sport, but it kind of resembles soccer and Jim was great at it. The group barely had to time to notice Brynn's hot little body in between him scoring goals at will. She ran out of clothes in less than five minutes, joining her roommate Laura and Kirstin in the nude. By this point, it was around midnight and we had been packed into the living room for awhile. The novelty of strip foosball had died down somewhat, and everyone needed a fresh drink. So, I made my way to the bar, and called out "last call" both for booze and for strip foosball. All three naked girls (and Allyssa in her thong) followed me into the living room for one last drink, and so did most of the crowd. Without the crowd in the living room, nobody volunteered for another game. We lost a handful of people too. Bill and Kate said their goodbyes, as did Emily, John, Greg and Megan (they had shared a car). Chrissy and Beth stayed with us for a bit though. None of the girls covered up at all, but I did dim the lights in the living room a little bit which seemed to make them all a little bit more comfortable. We all just kinda hang out for a little while. I noticed every time one of the naked girls would come talk to me while I was bartending, Sara would suddenly appear. That made me laugh a little, but either way I shut down the bar not long after that. It was getting really late and we had certainly had our fun for the evening. It was a lot of fun to watch Laura and Brynn standing naked in my living room, chatting, as if there was nothing unusual about the whole evening. During Jim and Brynn's game I actually ended up standing between Laura and Sara, and I asked Laura if she was having fun and she said she was having a blast so that was good. I wasn't sure if this type of thing was normal for her and Brynn but they didn't seem too drunk and it looked like they were having fun. I will say that I managed an admirable amount of eye contact during a four or five minute conversation with naked Laura and naked Brynn by the bar. It's not that I didn't look at them...I just managed to get my looks while they weren't standing there talking to me! Another 15 or 20 minutes passed and now suddenly naked girls were sorting out the giant pile of clothes in my dining room and getting dressed. Kirstin, notably, did not get dressed but did identify her clothes and put them in a pile. Laura and Brynn got dressed, as did Allyssa. Soon, more goodbyes were said, and it was just Sara, Kirstin, Brian and I left in the house. Kirstin was still naked. "So...did I pass the test or whatever?" Kirstin asked us. "Oh yes, you certainly showed us that you're not a prude." I said, looking her up and down. Everyone laughed and Sara playfully smacked me. After that, Sara and I retired to my room, and Brian and Kirstin retired to his and thats actually it for this story. There is another night from that group that may make a good fourth chapter, so I leave this one as "to be continued" for now. Enjoy!

Sarah's Afternoon by PrevertedMe She is thrilled after being drugged. Sarah bounced along to the music coming from her car stereo as she hummed along with the words. Today she was in a good mood. An extremely good mood. She was on her way over to Dan's place to watch the game with him and a couple of his buddies and she thought of the invitation as a sign that they were in fact moving along into a relationship, a sign that their third date had not been their last. She could still feel the thrill that had raced through her when he had called yesterday, Saturday afternoon, to invite her over. "Mike and Tom are coming over to watch the Bucs play and I thought you might like to join us," his voice had come through the receiver. Not a huge football fan, but not one of those women who despise the game either, Sarah had accepted the invitation while trying desperately to keep the excitement she was feeling from showing in her voice. "Do you want me to bring anything?" She'd asked politely, half expecting it to be one of those cases where the man expects the woman to play hostess for his buddies. "Nope," Dan's voice smiled through the phone. "Just your lovely self." Sarah's heart did a summersault in her chest at the response. Still struggling to disguise her excitement she'd assured him she would be there. And now she was on her way over. It wasn't just that she thought her and Dan were actually building up to a relationship that had her excited. Oh yes, Dan was a great guy. Tall, nice looking, generally sweet and interesting. He had even seemed genuinely caring when she'd explained the long rode she'd been on during their second date. And on their third date he had assured her he was willing to wait a little longer for them to have sex. But it wasn't just him. It was the idea that she was actually doing something again. Nearly a year prior Sarah had broken up with her boyfriend of seven years. Well, more like he had broken up with her. Except he hadn't bothered to tell her. At least not until she'd walked into their apartment to catch him fucking her friend, now ex-friend, Debbie on their couch. The ensuing fight had gotten ugly and Tim, her ex, had spewed some pretty mean things in her direction, including calling her "fat" among several names under that same category. Since then Sarah had only managed to go on dates with a few different men, and none of those dates had turned out well in her eyes. Only one of the guys had asked for a second date and he'd stood her up for that. All of this had taken a fairly large toll on her self-esteem and she was only now fighting her way back. Although Tim had called her "fat" she was now able to see and understand that he was wrong. Sure she wasn't the size two she'd been when they had first met, but she wasn't "fat" either, just a little chunky. She still had curves in all the right places. She still looked good in a pair of shorts which she was wearing today, on her way over to Dan's. A pair of tight little white shorts that hugged her ass and rode high on her thighs. Her big red t-shirt flowed loose above where it was tucked into her shorts, but still allowed her ample breasts to be outlined under the material. As she pulled into Dan's driveway she couldn't stop her heart from racing. She barely noticed the blue car that must belong to one of his friends as she walked to the door. Dan swung open the door just seconds after she rang the doorbell and escorted her inside. He led her into the living room where his two friends were already waiting. He introduced them then offered to get Sarah a beer from the fridge, an offer she readily accepted. Until that moment she hadn't realized how nervous she was, but with coming face to face with Dan's friends the feeling suddenly presented itself. Both Mike and Tom were friendly to her, smiling as they shook her hand. Tom even complimented her hair, admiring the long brown tresses streaked with blond highlights and Mike jokingly scolded Dan for not telling them just how pretty she was as his eyes bore into hers. Like Dan, they were both nice looking men and Sarah felt herself growing slightly embarrassed by their compliments and the way their eyes seemed to roam over her body. While she waited for Dan to return with the beer she shuffled her bare feet in the carpet and tried to make polite conversation with the two of them even as she felt their eyes continuing to admire her. Just as Dan returned with a cold beer for her a voice from the big screen TV announced the kick-off and everyone's attention turned to the game. Sarah surprised herself by slamming half of the beer down before the second offensive play. Silently she scolded herself and made a conscience decision to monitor her consumption. So, halfway through the first quarter when the guys were all getting a second beer, she was proud for still holding onto her first. But when the quarter ended she nodded when Tom asked who was ready for another and walked into the kitchen. She was not a heavy drinker, nor even a regular consumer of alcohol, but still she was surprised when she began to feel slightly lightheaded partway through this second bottle. Chocking it up to nerves she decided to regulate her drinking even more but with every miniscule sip she took she grew more and more lightheaded. Sitting on the couch next to Dan she made a point of setting the bottle onto the coffee table and snuggling against him. He responded by wrapping his arm around her and pulling her tighter against him as she rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. Sometime later, Sarah had no idea how long it had been, she felt herself being helped to her feet. She leaned against the body that was supporting her and allowed herself to be led from the living room. In a hazy stupor, unsure of what was happening, she mumbled an apology directed to Dan to which she heard his voice responding that everything was "Ok" and that "we'll take care of you." A moment later she was being laid down on a mattress, her body splaying out across it, arms outstretched, legs slightly twisted, her hair splashing out, the tresses falling freely. She closed her eyes and drifted off to somewhere for another uncertain period of time. From somewhere in a dreamland Sarah felt certain emotions rising up inside of her, urgings of desire being stirred. Her body was warming, her loins awakening. Still unaware of most everything, she had been helped into Dan's bedroom and laid atop his bed. And now he and his two friends were all naked and touching her, their half-erect cocks steadily growing firmer with each passing moment. Kneeling at her side Mike was gently massaging one of her breasts through her t-shirt. Sitting across from him, Tom was cupping the other fleshy mound. Between her legs Dan knelt, his hands sliding up and down along her legs, his fingers caressing her bare flesh. It was the combined sensation of their hands that was stirring the arousal within Sarah's loins, that was warming her body. Quietly she murmured as the beginning shocks of desire tingled along her nerves. She was laying with her face turned toward the side where Mike knelt and now she slowly rolled to face the other side. For several minutes the three men continued to massage her body, their hands warming her flesh as they touched her in ways she hadn't been touched in a long time. The two hands massaging, cupping her breasts, squeezing the pliant mounds and rubbing across her hardening nipples. Dan's hands sliding up and down along her legs, caressing her flesh, slipping along her inner thighs and warming her skin. In her stupor all Sarah could do was lay there with their hands fueling the desire that had been awoken in her, unaware of what was happening. Eventually she started waking up, her mind digging its way up, out of the hazy cloud enveloping it, her faculties reaching out for answers to the questions starting to assert themselves. "Mmm . . . Hmm . . ." she mumbled, her voice trying to verbalize these confused thoughts. "Wha- Whaaaaa . . ." Still in a dazed confusion Sarah struggled to pull herself out of the warped clouds in her head. As she did this her head rolled slowly back and forth a couple of times, her eyes fighting to open themselves. Through a thick haze of vision she saw things . . . men above her, saw them smiling down at her. She didn't recognize them and even questioned herself if she was actually seeing them or if she was imagining them. "Mmm . . . Whaaaa . . ." she mumbled again. Tom and Mike stopped massaging her breasts through her t-shirt and Dan climbed up along her body. Laying himself between her parted legs and pressing into her crotch with his weight he cupped her head in his hands and gently kissed her cheek a couple of times before whispering into her ear. "It's okay, Sarah," he breathed quietly. "We're gonna take care of you." "Hmmm . . . Whaaa . . ." the sound of his voice reached down into the fog she was in and triggered something recognizable. "You'll be alright, Sarah," he whispered. "Just let yourself go. Just go with the feelings." The way he was laying with his body pressing into her crotch made her clit, already awakened by the attentions she had received, throb as it was pushed against. This sent fans of desire to stir the fires within her loins. "Hmmm," she moaned softly. Dan continued to lay there pressing against her, his fingers slipping through her hair, his hands caressing her scalp, his lips gently kissing her cheeks. His breath washed across her flesh and into her ear as he whispered again and again that "it'll be okay. You'll be alright." During this Sarah's mind managed to dig itself closer and closer to the surface, managed to find a thin slit in the haze covering her thoughts and peer out into the reality world. Ever so slowly she became aware of a few things. The first was her body as her mind reached out to recognize the urgings that she was experiencing, the feel of desire being stoked within her loins. This sensation tingled all along her nerves, reached out from the central fire to massage and caress her every fiber. Her breasts were warm and sensitive, her nipples partially swollen and aching. "We're gonna take care of you, Sarah," Dan was whispering. "We're gonna take real good care of you." Although the actual words held little recognition for her, a minimum of understandability, Sarah's mind reacted to the meaning of them. She felt her body growing warmer, felt her desires becoming more heated. Somehow she managed to pry her eyelids open a slit and actually see semi-clearly for a moment. Above her she saw a man kneeling, saw him smiling down at her while at his crotch his hand slowly stroked a stiff cock. In that brief second Sarah didn't recognize the man nor did she fully understand what she was seeing, but her body reacted to the sight of that cock. Embers of passion flared into searing red heat and wetness flowed within her sex. The whispering and kissing continued and Sarah closed her eyes again as the cloud flowed across her mind for another minute or two. When she reached out from behind it once again she felt a difference in things. Dan pulled himself back and knelt between her legs as he undid the button of her white shorts and pulled down on the zipper. When he started tugging at her red t-shirt Sarah's body instinctively tried to move in assistance. Barely she realized that she was unable to, that her body was not reacting to the thoughts she was sending to it. Cool air washed across her torso as Dan untucked her shirt and pulled it up to expose her bare breasts. The feel of it caused her already swelling nipples to harden further, standing erect atop the fleshy mounds as they were exposed. A second later warm hands covered the twin orbs, cupping and massaging them with firmness. "Mmmmm," Sarah moaned reflexively. "Ten months is a long time to go without sex," Dan whispered above her, his hands plying at her tits. "Ten months without a fleshy cock filling your pussy. Ten months without a mouth sucking on your tits." Suddenly he bent down and locked his mouth over one of her nipples. The wet warmth of it flooded Sarah's nerves with passion and when his tongue slid across the sensitized nub electrical shockwaves blasted through her body. "Mmmmm," she mewed. Dan proceeded to lick and suck on each of her tits for several minutes, his wet tongue washing back and forth across her swollen nipples, brushing across the electrified nerve endings there. His wet mouth locked over one aching button for a minute then switched to the other before going back again. All the while his hands cupped and massaged the fleshy mounds. Even if she had wanted to, Sarah could do nothing but lay there and allow it. Her body was still not responding to the orders that she was sending to it, that she thought she was sending to it. Slowly more and more of the real world pushed its way past the haze of her mind, bringing with it more and more understanding of what was happening. Through slit eyelids she caught glimpses of two men rising above her, saw them staring down at her and smiling. She still didn't recognize them as Tom and Mike, her mind unable to piece certain parts of the puzzle together. But at their crotches she spied firm cocks being held and slowly stroked, and these she did recognize for what they were. Someone's hand was on her head, caressing her scalp, fingers trialing their way through her hair. Someone else's fingers were gently stroking her cheek and lingering their way across her lips. All of this, the feeling of Dan sucking and massaging her breasts, the other hands caressing and touching her, the sight of the hard cocks so near to her, was stoking the desire of her body. Between her legs she sensed a growing fire, flames of passion burning hotter with each passing second, and her juices coating her vagina with their wetness. When Dan released her one nipple a minute later and didn't move to envelope the other Sarah whimpered quietly with sadness. The feel of his wet mouth, his slithering tongue, had been thrilling for her. A long forgotten pleasure that she hadn't realized how much she had missed. But through her slit eyes she saw him sliding back up to look at her face, his eyes sparkling down at her. "We slipped something into your drink," he whispered. "It's new. Don't worry. It hits fast but also wears off pretty quick too. You'll be coming around any minute now. And when you do you'll be ready to take our cocks like a good little slut." His words, though still kind of fuzzy to her mind, did register at some level and Sarah felt herself becoming both aroused and upset. The latter emotion made sense to her, even in her confused state, but the former caused her some added confusion. Still, she could not deny the feelings that were stirring deep inside her body. The excitement and desire that was causing her pussy to grow damper and damper with each passing second. The primitive urgings of her lust. Dan leaned in and gently brushed his lips against hers sending more tingling vibrations along her nerves. After a few more soft kisses he pulled away. As he reared back to once again kneel between her parted legs his appearance grew blurry from the cloud still holding her mind in a thinning cloud. The next sensation she was aware of was the feel of her hands and arms being adjusted in their placement. Questioningly she rolled to look at the one man towering above her and suddenly the sense that she did recognize him filled her thoughts. She was still unable to put a name with him but her mind continued to argue she should know him even as her eyes slid downward to his crotch. What she saw there sent a wave of lust rolling along her body to fan at the flames in her loins. It was now her hand that was holding onto his stiff cock, reflexively stroking it. Her delicate fingers were wrapped around the fleshy pole. She was just barely conscience of the fact she was tugging at it and squeezing gently although she wasn't even sure how or why. Struggling she rolled her head to the other side and saw that her other hand was holding onto that man's rigid cock as well, her fingers encircling the pole of swollen flesh. "Ooooohhhhhh," she sighed quietly as the feel of these two stiff cocks raced along her nerves to her clearing mind. She continued to stare at the cock she held while she sensed the three men's hands once more roving over her body. At her chest two different hands were fondling her aching breasts. The feel of them, the way they moved and touched her declared that they did in fact belong to two separate people. One was slightly rougher than the other and liked to flatten her nipple beneath its palm while it squeezed at her fleshy mound. The other, gentler cupping fingers were more into rolling and tweaking her swollen nipple. The idea that her ability to judge the difference between these two touches meant she was coming further and further out of the cloud never registered in her mind. The sensation of their massaging and the feel of the two cocks in her hands was too much at the forefront of her emotions to allow her the luxury of logic. At her legs and waist Dan's hands were busy as well. They were sliding along her legs, stroking her flesh and caressing her nerves as they trailed up and down her thighs, slipping from inside to the outside along their travels. Eventually they slid up to the hem of her shorts. Sarah recognized the feel of his fingers slipping inside and beginning to pull at the small garment. Instinctively she lifted her ass off the bed slightly to make the transition easier. "See, you want it," she heard Dan chuckle quietly. "You want us to fuck your pussy. You want to be our little slut." Hearing these words made Sarah realize just how she was acting and this in turn caused her to realize how unclouded her mind actually was becoming. Whatever they had slipped her was wearing off rapidly. Only instead of rational, sensible thinking, her mind was now being clouded by the passion and lust of her body. In the drugged stupor's place was now a haze of heated desire fueled by the feelings and sensations which had built up during the previous inability to function. "Ooohhhhh," she whimpered with the realization of what was happening, of what she was doing. "Oh God yes," someone groaned above her. The new voice, tinged heavily with its own desire, caused Sarah to concentrate on it for a second. She didn't know which of the two men had said it but she was pretty sure she knew why they had said it. Her hands had been busy with their own burning desire. She realized she was needily pulling and squeezing at the two cocks she held, her fingers stroking the rigid poles with increasing hunger. And she assumed it was this that was making him groan with pleasure. As her shorts were pulled slowly down along her legs she heard a sigh of pleasure from both Dan and one of the others. He had managed to snag her underwear with the shorts and his baring action was completely uncovering her sex. As an act of just-in-case-preparation Sarah had spent some time cleaning her sex area up that very morning. She had trimmed and shaved her pubes down so that only a thin trail of fine fur ran up along either side of her lips and a small square patch lay at the top. She had done this not because she had planned on sleeping with Dan after the game, but as a measure of insurance incase she did. Her juices had been flowing. Her sex glistened with wetness, her labia were puffy, almost throbbing with the hunger that her body was feeling. Her clit was swollen, its delicate head protruding out from beneath its protective hood. There she lay, with not only Dan seeing the cleaned up and heated sex, but two other men as well. Two men that were his friends . . . two men whose cocks Sarah was hungrily tugging at as Dan pulled her shorts off her feet and tossed them aside. Two men . . . Tom and Mike. Those were their names. Tom and Mike. They were Dan's friends. The two guys who had been at Dan's house watching the game with her. And now they were kneeling beside her exposed body, their hands cupping and squeezing her milky breasts while she pulled at their rigid cocks with her own hands. They were staring down at her and looking at her crotch while Dan spread her legs, exposing her trimmed sex to their eyes. "Damn she looks good," Dan sighed, his hands running up along the insides of her thighs. As his thumbs slid along her flesh to nearly touch her pussy Sarah's hips instinctively pushed downward, her body aching to make him touch her. "God, she is hot," Mike sighed above her. "She's gonna be a fun little slut for us. Ain't you?" Tom grinned. Dan's hands were resting on the area where her legs broke down from her crotch, his thumbs caressing the outer edges of her puffed out labia. His palms felt hot on her skin, his delicately tracing thumbs teasingly close. "Uuuuggghhhhh," she moaned quietly. Even as her hands and hips acted out the urgings of her body Sarah still felt unsure about what was happening. She was filled with nervous apprehension hedged by confused emotions. She knew she should be angry with these men, raging mad at what they had done and were doing to her. But her mind was so clouded by the feelings racing through her body, so distracted by the heated need in her loins. "I can't wait to eat this pussy," Dan sighed. The sound of those words, the idea of what they meant and the thought of him putting his tongue against her sex caused a massive surge of desire to fan the burning flames of Sarah's lust. Reflexively her hips jerked a little. Her eyes closed and her head rolled back slightly on her neck. "Oooohhhhhhhh," she whimpered. "I think she likes that idea," Mike chuckled. "The slut wants you to eat her out." Both men whose cocks she was jerking off continued to massage her breasts and stare down at her as Sarah's head rolled and her hair flittered in the air. Her eyes remained closed as she pushed and jerked her hips in small little movements as an attempt to make Dan's tantalizingly close fingers actually touch her pussy lips or swollen, aching clit. She panted past lips that were beginning to hang open slightly, gasped and whimpered as the sensations that the three men's hands and the feel of the two stiff cocks continued to fan the flames of her lust higher and higher. A moment later she felt Dan's weight between her legs shift slightly then his warm breath caressing the juices which were glistening on her sex. She forced herself to freeze in place, mentally told her hips to stop their miniscule writhing about so that he would have an easy target to lap at with his tongue. Unconsciously she held her breath as every nerve in her body tingled excitedly with anticipation. Deep inside her loins an orgasm had manifested itself, had been raised up from somewhere. It now moved into the foreground, stood on the brink of release as her anticipation nudged it closer and closer to the cliff of explosive liberation. Anxiously she laid there with the two men towering above her, their rigid cocks in her hands as she slowly pulled at them. She felt Dan's breath growing warmer, heavier on her wet cunt, felt the heat of his face on her swollen labia as it neared her flesh. Never before had Sarah experienced such excited anticipation. Never had she been so teasingly close to the edge of ecstasy and made to wait for the orgasmic explosion that she knew was only seconds . . . only milliseconds away. Never had she experienced such a demanding lust or burning need to be touched and licked . . . to feel a man's tongue on her clit. When Dan's tongue flickered out to brush up along her slit and across her throbbing clit the orgasm rocketed off the cliff edge and plummeted into freedom. Every muscle in Sarah's body suddenly tensed, her tendons stretched and tightened. As her hips drove themselves at Dan's face her ass bounced from the bed. Her mouth fell open and her head slid back, back, back, toward the limits of her bending neck. "Ooooohhhhhhhhh-mmmmmmmmmm," she moaned but was stopped. "Suck it whore," Tom's voice growled. Seeing her start to explode in orgasmic release he had filled his free hand with her hair and jerked her head up, turning her face toward him at the same time. Her moaning, open mouth had offered no resistance to the sudden insertion of his cock past her lips as he stuffed himself into her. All of this, the yanking of her hair, the twisting of her neck and the sudden loss of oral freedom, jerked Sarah's orgasm back from its release. It left her with only a tantalizing taste of what it would have felt like, a brief explosion of amazing force. "Mmmmm," she whimpered with the agonizing frustration of it. "Mmmmm." Although the orgasm was lost for the moment, pulled back and put into check by it all, her body still burned hotly with the lust raging inside of her. The sudden feel of a stiff cock penetrating her, although not in her cunt, added more fuel to the searing heat of her desire. She tightened her lips around the cock that was stuffed into her mouth and sucked on it, her fingers instinctively slipping down it to hold the base and allow her mouth to engulf several inches of the hard pole. Above her she heard Tom moan in pleasure and surges of delight ran down her nerves to stoke her passions even further. Dan licked at her pussy, his tongue roaming up and down along her slit and swirling over and over her aching clit. The fingers wrapped into her hair loosened enough to allow Sarah to take control of the blow job and she did just that with a passion. She slid her lips up and down the shaft, sliding them across the flesh as they gripped it tightly. She pumped her face at Tom's crotch, fucking his cock with her mouth as her tongue swirled around it. Between her legs Dan licked and lapped at her pussy. He pushed the tip of it into her opening and her hips pushed back. He lapped over her clit and her ass rose up off the bed in an attempt to increase the pressure. Upon her chest the two hands continued to massage, cup and squeeze her aching tits, their warmth radiating against her flesh as they kneaded and palmed the pliant mounds. "Yea, suck it whore. Suck my cock." Tom moaned happily as she fucked him with her mouth. "Suck it you little slut. Suck it like a good whore." As the initial shock of having her mouth filled subsided and the needs of her body continued to be met, Sarah's orgasm once again neared the edge of release. Soon it once again hung teetering on the very thin edge, threatening to plummet off into its exploding existence with even greater force than before. In response to this threat Sarah's hips rolled and bumped at Dan's tongue, her head bobbed with increasing speed at Tom's crotch. She tightened her lips around the flesh of the cock even more and sucked on it deeper. The first drop of precum to assault her taste buds threw more fuel onto her fires and she pulled at Tom's cock even deeper. "Yea, that's it. Suck it, you whore." Tom sighed "Suck my cock like a hungry little slut. Suck it. Suck it whore. God she's good." "Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmmmmmmm," Sarah whimpered around the cock as she felt her orgasm preparing to explode within her body. Her hips began to jerk beneath the assault of Dan's tongue and her mouth slid faster back and forth along Tom's rigid cock. Her back raised off the bed to shove her tits into the men's hands, pushing her pliant flesh into their grasp and making them cup her mounds with more firmness. "Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm," Sarah whimpered with need. "She's ready to explode," Mike cheered. With the same suddenness that he had stuffed her mouth with his cock only moments before Tom's fingers tightened in her tresses again and jerked her face away from his crotch. Near simultaneously Dan jerked his own face away from her crotch and her now dripping cunt to raise up and kneel above her. "Oooohhhhhhhhhhh," she cried as her orgasm was once again frozen in place then began to slip back from its edge. Once Sarah's head was pulled back Tom released her hair to allow it to fall free. Hungrily she quickly spun to face Mike and shoved her face at his crotch, her mouth opening in a desperate attempt to engulf his hard cock. She managed to wrap her lips around the head of it, tasting a coating of precum, then slide the first inches of it into her mouth. "Look at the cock hungry whore," Tom laughed. "God, she is good," Mike sighed. The feel of having Mike's cock in her mouth, of having her lips wrapped around a second man's stiff pole, stopped the retreat of Sarah's orgasm. It froze it just inches away from the edge of release, a manifested thing wavering in place from the duel forces pulling at it. "She wants a cock in her pussy," Dan said. "A hard cock fucking her sweet little pussy." "Mmmmmmmmmmm," Sarah moaned as she pumped her lips on Mike's cock. Her hips rolled upon the bed as she felt the fingers of one of Dan's hands playing along the outer edges of her labia, the digits trailing their way through the coating of juices which glistened within the trimmed hairs there. "Don't you slut?" Dan asked. "You want a stiff cock filling this sweet tasting pussy of yours?" "Mmmmm, mmmmm," she whimpered as her hips began to jerk in response. "Yea you do, whore," he grinned, his fingers toying near her wet opening. "Tell us you want to be fucked. Tell us you want our stiff cocks fucking you." Within Sarah's loins her orgasm was hanging precariously upon that edge, its toes dug in and holding tight as its body teetered forward on the very brink of falling forward and exploding within her. Her juices flowed wet and hot, her pussy gaped opened in hungry need and flaming desire. Her hips rolled and jerked upon the bed as she shoved her tits into the hands of Tom and Mike. Quickly she pulled her mouth from Mike's cock. Her head rolled back to face up at the three men. Her eyes trailed their way down from Dan's face to his crotch where she saw his own raging hard-on gripped within his hand, the shining head pointing toward her aching cunt. With both hands still pulling at the other two cocks she panted heavily as she stared down at that stiff pole. "Yes. Yes. I want you to fuck me," She moaned. "Fuck me with your hard cock. Fuck my pussy. Fuck me. Fuck my hot pussy with your hard cock. Fuck me." Sarah laid there with Mike and Tom's cocks in her grasp, her fingers squeezing them tightly as her hands stroked their flesh back and forth. Her eyes bounced from one cock to the next to the next, her tongue slipping out to lick at her lips as her mind was filled by the memory of their feel and the taste of their precum. She panted heavily and atop her chest her tits were being smashed into the hands fondling them, her hard nipples rolled and tweaked. Instinctively her legs slid up to bend at the knees, her feet pressing into the mattress to lift her ass up and roll her hips at the cock being aimed at her aching twat. "Oooohhhhh yes, fuck me," she whimpered as she watched Dan bending closer, his cock nearing her sex. "Put your cock in me and fuck my wet pussy. Fuck me." She closed her eyes and laid her head back as he brushed the tip of it along her slit and rubbed at her clit for a second. As the swollen nub was pressed against, she gasped heavily. "Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh," she mewed. Dan then lined his cock up with her opening and pressed into her. As the head pushed along her walls and slid into her Sarah's orgasm broke free of the edge and shot forward with tidal force. Her feet dug into the mattress and she drove her hips upward, pummeling herself along the length of his cock and burying the entire length deep inside of her. "Ooooooooohhhhhhhhh-uuuugggggggghhhhhhhhh," she cried out. Her hips began to jerk and jump as she ground her crotch into Dan, stuffing his cock into her and rubbing it all around inside her gushing sex. Her juices flowed and washed across his flesh pole, pumped past it to leak out of her slit and run along her flesh. She panted and moaned as the orgasm shot through her every fiber and exploded with a multitude of delicious pleasure. Wave after wave of lust washed through her and her body jerked and jumped, bucked and humped in response. "Ooohhhh Goooddd yeeeesssss. Fuuccckkkk meeeeeeeeeee!" She moaned loudly. "Yea, take it slut," Dan cheered, grinding himself back into her. "Take my cock." As the orgasm flooded Sarah's senses with its power she yanked on the two cocks she held, tugging and pulling on them in lust filled desire. Her hair flew about her face as her head started to roll from one side to the other, her eyes tightly shut, her mouth hanging open as guttural moans escaped. "Yea, fuck him, you slut," Tom chuckled, watching her. "Fuck his cock like a good whore." "Fuck him. Fuck him," Mike joined in. "Oh yes. Fuck my cock you dirty whore," Dan added. "Fuck my hard cock with your wet pussy." "Oooohhhhhhh-uuuuggggggghhhhhhhhhh!" Sarah moaned out as a second, more intensive orgasm came on the very heels of the first. "Ooooooohhhhhhhhh Gooooooooooddddddddddd yeeeessssssssssss!" Her muscles clenched and her body rose higher off the bed as her feet kicked deeper into the mattress. Her crotch ground harder into Dan as her hips jerked spastically with the filling sensation of her juiced sex. "Yes. Fuck his cock whore," Mike told her. "Fuck him you tramp," Tom cheered. "Oh shit yes!" Dan groaned as she humped herself back and forth a few times along the base inch of his cock. In near unison Tom and Mike both grabbed her hard nipples with their fingers and gave the swollen nubs a tug. Massive shots of electricity scorched through Sarah's body to throw even more fuel onto the exploding orgasm she was having. Juices flowed from her cunt to pour down across her ass cheeks and fall onto the bed. She moaned and cried with delirious pleasure, humping herself upon Dan's cock while her head twisted and rolled upon her straining neck. "Oooohhhhhhh Gooodddd. Oooohhhhhhh Gooodddd. Oooohhhhhhh Gooodddd yeeesssssss." "Fuck his cock. Fuck his cock whore." "Yea, fuck him you whore." Moments later, as her orgasm did begin to fade, Sarah's muscles relaxed and her body began to lower itself back onto the bed. As soon as she had reached the point were he could, Dan pulled his hips back then slammed himself deep into her cunt once more. The sensation threw Sarah back to the brink of still another orgasm and as he continued to thrust himself back and forth several times his pistoning cock pushed her closer and closer to that newest explosion. "Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh," she whimpered, the feeling of this ecstasy causing her more need. "Oooohhhhhhh Gooodddd yeeesssssss." Someone's fingers filled themselves with her hair and her head was lifted then turned. Mike crammed his cock into her mouth, shoving several inches along her lips as she locked them tightly around the circumference. "Suck it, whore," he growled. "Suck my cock while he fucks you." Sarah sucked deeply on the cock she was being fed. She held her lips tight upon the pole as Mike started to rock his hips at her face and fuck her mouth. She slid her tongue over and across the flesh, slavering it with her lust as she bobbed her head in return. Dan's cock trust in and out of her cunt, its hardness ramming at her and pounding her loins with heated passion. He fucked her with a rhythm close to what Mike was using. With each inward drive her cunt became filled by his manhood and with each withdrawal she felt a sense of loss. They fucked her like this for several minutes, pounding and thrusting themselves at her body as her orgasm grew nearer and nearer to its liberation. Her juices coated Dan's cock, her mouth held tightly to Mike's. She whimpered and mewed around the shaft that was fucking her face and small twitches of nerves made her flesh quiver with excitement. "Suck on it whore. Suck my cock. Suck it." "Fuck his cock you slut. Fuck those two cocks like a dirty slut." "You like having my cock in your pussy, don't you whore. You like being fucked." They were saying these types of things over and over again to her, calling her a slut and a whore and a tramp while she laid their being fucked by two of their cocks and jerking hungrily at the third. Her body rocked and humped itself in response, pumping her cunt at the cock being drilled into her again and again, bobbing her face into the other's crotch. "Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm," she whimpered. "Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm." Her orgasm was close, it hung precariously upon the edge of freedom, teetering, wavering on the very brink of its rocket-like explosion. Her muscles started to clench once again, her body arching, her ass lifting off the bed. The strain could be seen as she tensed and small, miniscule convulsions made her loose the rhythm of her rocking body. "Oh fuck yea," Dan suddenly groaned. In that instant Sarah felt his cock grow super rigid, felt it starting to jerk and twitch within her clenching pussy muscles. His own fucking motion became sporadic for a second then he froze, cramming the entire length of his cock deep inside of her. A second later she felt his cock jump inside of her, felt a blast of his cum washing across her inner walls. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" She cried. The feel of it sent her orgasm blasting forward, made it explode along her nerves with massive force. Her body jerked and bucked upon the bed as Mike kept a hand firmly planted on the back of her head and forced her to remain with his cock in her mouth. Because of this she was unable to release the full force of the sensations she was feeling. With convulsive, spastic jerks and twitches her body reacted. It twisted and turned upon the bed as she rammed her hips into Dan's crotch and ground her pussy at his cock. Small, spastic twitches rolled through her muscles causing her body to jerk. "Mmmmmmmmmm-mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," she whimpered with the slow burning sensation of the lingering orgasm she was experiencing. As Sarah's orgasm washed through her, she struggled against the cock buried in her mouth which kept her from crying out loudly. She twisted madly upon the bed while Dan's cock continued to pump semen into her. It jumped and twitched within her pussy, spraying her with the hot liquid boiling up from his balls. The two ground their hips into one another, slipping and cramming every possible centimeter of Dan's cock into her wet cunt. "Oh fuucckk," Tom suddenly groaned. She had been yanking hard on his cock while being fucked by the other two and now she felt it begin to jump within her grasp. It jerked in her fingers and a second later she felt warm semen spray the side of her face. Sarah had never had such a thing done to her, had never felt fresh semen being squirted on her skin. The thought of it coupled with everything else that was happening sent her orgasm to a new dizzying height. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," she moaned lustfully. Shot after shot of Tom's cum landed on her, mixing in her hair and splashing across her face, neck and upper chest. Hungrily she pulled and tugged at his cock, pulling the juices up from his balls to splatter onto her. While this was happening she felt Mike start to tense and his hips buck in a jerking fashion a few times. Then he froze as his hand grabbed her hair extra tight and his own balls began to boil over. Sarah sucked greedily at the inches of his cock buried in her mouth. As the first shot of his cum sprayed inside her she swallowed quickly, slurping the warm liquid down as he fed her more of it. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." Sarah laid on that bed with two cocks inside of her, unleashing their loads of semen while she jerked a third cock that was spraying its load across her flesh. She panted, gasped and moaned from the exploding orgasm all of it was giving her. Her body shook and quivered with thousands of electrical shocks along her nerves. Soon all three cocks had finished their unleashing but Sarah's body continued to be rocked by waves of ecstasy. She refused to relinquish her hold on any of the three cocks. She locked her lips even tighter around Mike's member as it slowly began to wither, sucking deeply on it and milking every possible drop of semen from it. Tom's cock she held onto with a fevered grip, her fingers pulling and tugging on it as it too began to soften. Her feet were dug deep into the bed and she pushed her ass higher into the air, rolling her hips into Dan and squishing his cock around inside her soaked pussy for a few last moments. Beneath her skin her muscles continued to quiver from the orgasmic waves coursing through her and she whimpered as they began to subside. She panted and fell back as Mike pulled himself from her mouth and released her hair. Her ass dropped to the bed and her legs fell straight out, her knees weak and tired from the exertions. Her other hand slid from Tom's cock, her fingers opening to allow him his freedom. She now laid on the bed gasping for air, her body still shaking and shimmering through an extended series of aftershocks. She rolled her head to the side and closed her eyes, her mouth hanging open partially. As she slipped into a kind of dreamland she heard the men talking, all three of them cheering their conquest. They were commenting on how amazing she had been, on how utterly fantastic of a fucking whore and slut she'd proven to be. Just before sleep enveloped her mind she heard them say something about a short rest then going at it again. A pleasant chill rolled through her body and she mewed dreamily. The End

Stephanie Unmasked by William_Wood A prudish girl tries something new before a masquerade ball. Stephanie Unmasked Pt. 01 "Stagnant Stephanie". That's what her few friends called her, a name she earned by going through her early years of adult life focused on work - not relationships. Her friends invited her out to dinner and to the occasional party (which was becoming much less frequent now that she was 22), and sure, she went. She would arrive 20 minutes early, drink next to nothing, and be the first to leave. Before things got even a little bit messy. Stephanie Vice worked hard, and was proud of her achievements and her 'sensible' outlook on life. But to others she came across as pretentious. Was she somehow above having fun? And was any man good enough to draw her attention? Men did find her intimidating, or at least unapproachable. She had a tendency to, (in her nervousness, the truth be known), promptly dismiss any and all would-be suitors. They did try, of course. Stephanie was quite beautiful, if you looked past the plain t-shirts and jeans, her no-nonsense hair style, and understated makeup. She was fit; she ate healthily, and backed that up by hitting the gym four mornings a week with her best friend Bella. A girl didn't need to be actively interested in men to look after herself! Steph was of average height and slim build, with curves that were modest but suitably feminine. As for the important parts according to male interest: tushy on the small side, but nicely rounded and tight, and a respectable C-cup bust. Her facial features were a fair reflection of the elegance in which she lived her life. You looked into Stephanie's deep green eyes, and you saw her pride and her independence. Straight up, what-you-see-is-what-you-get, without an ounce of fakery. She kept her mousey brown hair long, but always tied back in a simple ponytail. Work life was of the legal flavour, a clerk at Masterson and Croft - a medium sized firm in her city. It was a position that required a degree, but she had a ways to go before she could make it as an associate lawyer, and, in a typically unjust system, she worked more than most of the lawyers, understood the cases just as well, but took home less than half the pay. She deserved better, and she would let nothing jeopardise her in getting there. And so Stephanie pushed on, day in, day out, collecting her respectable-ish paycheck, paying her rent as the sole occupant of the small duplex she leased, and managing to stash a respectable chunk into savings. She got up at a sparrow's fart most days to sweat it out at the gym, followed that up with work hours that exceeded the full-time schedule she was paid for, and turned in to bed early so that she might have the energy to do it all over again tomorrow. It was a lifestyle that was busy enough to allow her to overlook her loneliness. But she was stagnating. Stagnant Stephanie. She hated the nickname, all the more-so because she knew it was true. After all, it was ultimately out of love that her friends bestowed her the title. One morning, a girl from the front desk, Lily, extended her an invite to an event that one might have considered as unlikely to appeal to Stephanie as any. A masquerade ball, of all things. It seemed that the founding partner of the firm, Jerome Masterson, was a major benefactor of some charity, and was extending the invitation to the few single girls in their office. Steph scrunched up her nose at a bad feeling. Only the single girls? Your boss is looking for escorts. "I know what you're thinking," Lily predicted. "But I don't think it's anything like that. He just wants the event to be glammed up a little more. A few extra girls in frocks. And ones who aren't going to answer every question with 'Oh! I have a boyfriend!' I'm gonna go, I mean, a masquerade? In the 21st century, it feels like a once in a lifetime chance. Come on Steph - I need a wingman!" That did sound about plausible enough. Jerome Masterson was an enigma, and only staff who had been there several years had even met him. He too, had a nickname around the office, and it was well earned. 'Mysterious Leader'. It was rumoured that their General Manager was the only person who actually spoke to him with regularity. These days, he seemed to be more like a majority stakeholder than an active CEO. Though, Steph knew for a fact that he still worked the occasional particularly difficult case remotely. A little while ago, she had handled a request from him involving some research for legal precedents in a niche problem under imports. It sounds boring, yes, but such was the work life of Stagnant Stephanie, and to be assigned a task from the big man himself had been her idea of an exciting week. "I don't know... and it's in another city. We are going to have to catch a plane? I don't think I could even get leave approved at such short notice." "Oh, don't be ridiculous, Stagnant Stephanie! It's only a few hours away and our Mysterious Leader is putting up the flights and a hotel room just for us girls. You'll be back home before the weekend's done and still have time to do your laundry! Please, Steph, I really want to go - but not on my own." Having her arm twisted like this was often enough to make Stephanie cave. "Alright alright. I'll go! Jeez." Steph rather enjoyed Lily. Her mother's family had immigrated from China a full generation ago, and, as was often the case when you mixed asian genes with a different race, Lily had been blessed with beauty that turned heads. But what Steph liked about her was the fun, lively girl who could always make her day with one of her stories. By her own accounts, Lily hit the town pretty hard on Friday or Saturday nights. That was never Stephanie's scene, but the way Lily spoke of her exploits (and yes, often this included sexual encounters), Stephanie couldn't deny that she was always intrigued. Such a life was not meant for her, but, as with her best friend Bella, she got a little thrill out of living through her friend's stories. Lily seemed outwardly surprised and delighted that Steph agreed to the invitation. She must have understood that the dedicated clerk would be stepping way out of her comfort zone for something as formal and intimidating as a masquerade ball. Who even did those anymore? But, that was just the thing. This would not be anything like the nasty frat parties she used to get roped into, with the excessive drinking and shameful, meaningless hookups. This was a masquerade ball, and, while a rare opportunity, it was also just the kind of high-class event that had the potential to make Stephanie Vice pull out all the stops. People were unlikely to throw up in the pot plants way through the night, or swim naked in a decorative fountain. "You know you'll need a formal dress, right?" Lily asked tentatively. Was she trying to scare her off? But it was also a fair comment, and a necessary consideration. About the most glammed up Stephanie ever got was for work, whereby she did actually present very well in a plain blouse and long black skirt or pants. "Don't worry, I can scrub up nicely enough. In fact, you're never going to call me 'stagnant' again after this!" Lily's face lit up. "Wow, I don't know who you are or what you did with my work buddy, but I like you. After this, you can be the one telling the crazy story at the Monday lunch break. Deal?" "Oh, umm... I don't know if I should go that far! I just meant that I will at least have something to wear." Steph already knew which dress she would choose. Her long, violet silk gown from prom night. It had only been worn on that one occasion when she was 18, but four years later she was confident it would still fit right. Yes, there were some dividends to her hard working lifestyle. People close to her admired her efforts to stay in such great shape, but the question would always come up - 'so when is someone going to see this body you put so much effort into?' Another girl, Anne from accounts, also accepted the invitation. Steph didn't know Anne nearly as well as she did Lily, but she was a little more comfortable knowing that three of them would be going. Nearly two weeks later, Steph got a call from Lily to join her at the front desk. When she got there, Anne was already present too. On top of the bench was a package. It was addressed to, 'the three ladies in waiting", and was signed, (something that could have been) Jerome Masterson. Stephanie found her stomach turning in knots. Since accepting the invitation, she had been trying not to think about the upcoming ball. It was fair to say, she had only agreed to it on an absolute whim. It was almost as if she had said 'no' so many times, that a 'yes' was just an eventual, statistical certainty. A random spin of the wheel that finally landed on the space everyone had been waiting for. In quiet moments, Stephanie felt a naggy tugging at her soul, an abstract idea that she desired something more out of life. Not the silly sex and alcohol fuelled social lives of some of her acquaintences, but... something. Of course there would be alcohol at this ball, but the premise was different. And what could be sexier than everybody checking out everybody dressed to impress... all the while hiding their wandering eyes behind a mask? Still, when she considered the revealing neckline on the dress she had planned, the idea that men might be able to hide where their eyes went even as they spoke to her face to face... it was potentially, in the worst case, a creep-fest. She had given Lily her verbal agreement, and she had the dress in mind, but she maintained her typical list of reservations. Basically, she was carefully reserving her right to pike. In any case, she had thus far considered the event a rather distant concern; not something she need actually worry about. At least not yet. But that was to change right now. Today, their Mysterious Leader had sent them a mysterious package, and from the note, they knew it was related to the upcoming ball. The knots in Steph's tummy gave way to busy butterflies as her anticipation mounted. But Anne rolled her eyes. "I didn't realise he was this lame," she said. Steph didn't find the quip about 'ladies in waiting' particularly funny either, but felt that Anne should show more respect. The note did it's job though - she was about ready to rip the package open like a child on Christmas morning. In Steph's opinion, Anne was unfortunately as dull as the stereotype of her accounting role. Steph didn't think of herself as dull, and she resented being called stagnant. She just tried to be professional at work, and didn't dress like a whore. And she harboured the belief deep down that the right guy would recognise her quality when he came along. Suddenly, she wondered if Anne also had another side to her; why exactly was she going to this ball? "Well, let's have a look!" Lily made no effort to hide her own excitement as she broke the seal on the postage satchel. Inside was a solid cardboard box, and when she lifted the lid, all three girls gasped in unison. Nestled in a bed of velvet over a foam insert, were three beautiful, expensive looking masks. Masquerade masks. They had jewel-like surfaces; polished enamel, in deep, brilliant colours. Red, green and blue, and they shone like ruby, emerald and sapphire respectively. But their beauty had a frightening element, as each mask featured menacing looking, long, beaked noses. All were slightly different; hand made, most certainly. This shit just got real. The three young women gawked at the exquisite items for a moment, before Lily reached straight for the red one. "Sorry girls, but can I take this one? I was already planning on a red dress." "Go for it," Anne said. "I don't even know what I'm wearing yet. You pick yours, Stephanie, I don't really care." Steph likewise wasn't that concerned with which colour she got. She would have accepted any of the masks as a beautiful, generous gift. But in consideration of her purple dress, she thought she would prefer to accessorise with green over blue. And besides, the green looked particularly stunning, and she thought it might also bring out the colour of her eyes. Steph reached out and took the chosen mask carefully. It was lighter than it looked, and had a thin leather strap for attaching behind the head. These were not those disposable, cardboard masks that people had to hold up to their faces on sticks all night, or rather, for the first 20 minutes until the novelty wore thin. "Figures," Anne said with a huff, and snatched the remaining blue mask before walking off. Jeez, if she had wanted the green, she could have just said so. Steph thought of swapping with her, but hesitated. Why should she reward such childish behaviour? And she realised that though she had only held her gorgeous new accessory for moments, she was already rather attached. A few weeks passed, and it was to be a regular Friday morning in the office. The ball was to take place the following night, and all the appropriate reservations had been finalised by Lily. Since accepting the mask, Stephanie's attendance had been cemented as an affirmative. Naturally, she remained apprehensive about the whole thing, but she also harboured a desperate curiosity to see it through. She had spent a few minutes each day holding that mask, feeling the smooth, enamel coated moulding, and trying it on in the mirror. She really, really liked this trinket. Her precious gift from their Mysterious Leader. Wearing this, and looking fabulously daring... what kind of people would she meet? The ball was intended to raise money for charity, and so she imagined the men would be the respectable, quality sort. And, she wondered at the apparent likelihood that Jerome Masterson would be there in the flesh. Her heartbeat quickened each time she went there, though she didn't allow herself to dally on any particularly silly thoughts. Sexual arousal was hardly an uncommon occurrence for Stephanie, it just wasn't an urge that she believed needed to be scratched at this point in her life. Never mind that she was still a virgin; the girl had never had a boyfriend, and didn't even masturbate. And when Bella had given her a huge, fancy vibrator for her 21st birthday, she had gone 12 shades of crimson and hidden it so deep in old junk that she would never be able to find it today. Even if an advanced alien race appeared, and declared that her great big pink dong was somehow needed to save their distant galaxy from ruin, still she would not dare to try and exhume it from the forgotten depths of the junk tub. "Earth to Stephanie, hullo?" She finally snapped to attention. There was Lily, standing before her workstation. "What can I do for you?" She tried to sound professional, as if she hadn't just been daydreaming on the job. Lily rolled her eyes in a fashion that anybody would find irritating, but did not press her for her thoughts. "Grab your purse, and let's go. We're going on an excursion this morning." "What are you talking about? We don't have 'excursions' here. I've got mountains of research to do for the Baker case, due tonight-" Lily cut her off. "You'll be fine, come on. This is all approved, so just relax. The Barka case will be just fine until you get back, I promise." Stephanie wrinkled her nose. "Baker case." "It's like, a Japanese joke." "I thought you were Chinese?" "I'm an American. But I watch anime." Stephanie didn't get it, but suddenly she realised that her handbag was over her shoulder, and she was standing. "Ok, but we have to be quick, yes?" "You'll be back in time for your next coffee, Stagnant Stephanie. Relax!" A short stroll down the street later, and Lily was ushering her into a beauty salon. One of those Chinese-run ones that she assumed were cheap and busy. "I might have known," Stephanie sighed. "Of course an excursion with you wouldn't be work related." "Oh, but it is. The ball is tomorrow, and Mysterious Leader has us representing his company. This here, my young padawan is official work business." "Right. I suppose our employer is going to pay for your manicure, then?" "Damn right! And... the rest." "Then, how come Anne isn't here? I bet she told you how busy she was. Like I should have. Like I did!" Lily winced. "Anne? Fuck that bitch. Hundred bucks says she doesn't get on the plane tomorrow anyways." Stephanie tried to repress a smile, failed, and scolded herself. Anne was certainly a tense girl, and hard to like. But so long as she would be with them on tomorrow's adventure, she couldn't agree with Lily for excluding her. "Yes, I help you?" They were at the front desk in the salon now, and one of the technicians hovered over to them. "Yes," Lily declared. "Masterson and Croft, we have an appointment." "Ah, mmm. Yes, two person for Essentials Express. We are waiting for you." "Express... does that mean it won't take too long?" Stephanie enquired. The woman was very short with her English, so she tried to keep it simple. She was going to be well outside of her comfort zone in this place, so she wanted to make it clear from the start that she wanted this done as quick as possible. "Mmmm, about two hour? Is manicure, pedicure, leg wax, brazilian-" Lily cleared her throat, and then began saying something in Mandarin. The technician replied in kind, and then the two were conversing rapidly, and Stephanie felt stupid. Especially since she could read body language well enough to understand that she was the main subject of their private conversation. Lily gestured at her a couple of times, and just when Stephanie wondered if they were in an argument, the technician smiled broadly in her direction. And then, as quickly as it had begun, they were finished. "Come through please," the woman encouraged them both. "I understand you very busy today. We do our best, ok?" They followed her around the corner, and into a medium sized room where a couple more technicians were busy preparing things, with several leather recliners that made Stephanie imagine they had just signed up for a medieval interrogation. "Believe it or not, this won't be the first time I've had my legs waxed," she said to Lily. Actually, it would be her second. The only other time had been for her high school prom, when she was 18. The way she remembered it, the pain had been a bit overrated, though she had harboured no desire to go back to a place like this. "But I haven't used brazilian wax before. Wouldn't they all be made of the same thing?" Lily giggled, and patted her on the shoulder. "Sure hun, I'm sure they're all... 'made of the same thing'." *Deee-deep, be-deep, ba-dee-ba-deep! Deee-deep, be-deep, ba-dee-ba-deep!* Stephanie opened her eyes a slither, and turned off her obnoxious phone alarm as fast as she could manage with fingers that weren't quite working yet. It was Saturday morning, and she had things to do. Her flight wasn't until lunch time, but she always made sure to get up early when something important was happening. She threw on some clothes as a first order of business. She made a point not to look at her pubic area as she pushed down her pajama bottoms, and pulled on a fresh pair of knickers. She still couldn't believe she had let them do that. She hated having to take her clothes off for anyone, and she could count on one hand the times she had needed to do so since she was old enough to care. Certainly she had never before bared all for the sake of something so unnecessary. And yet, between Lily's teasing, and the technician's eagerness to get her work done quickly, she had somehow conceded to it. Memory of her embarrassment - which was about twice as bad as the actual pain (and that was saying something) - threatened to drive her back into bed. But she remained strong, for now. Don't look at it. Aside from how strange it felt to be hairless down there, she had noticed a bunch of awful red bumps appear soon after they were done. Figuring she must have been allergic to the wax, Stephanie had one more reason to regret allowing the treatment. But, she had things to do, so she wouldn't look at it, or let it dwell in her thoughts. She would forget the mess she had made on her legs when she had needed to use the bathroom at work later yesterday. She would ignore all the extra sensation on her vulva, sensation that made something even as mundane as pulling on a pair of cotton panties an embarassing, ticklish experience. She fixed herself some muesli and a coffee, and put on some trashy Netflix. What was important was that she was up. There would be plenty of time to get ready and pack her bag, that she didn't need to start right this moment. A couple of episodes later, she heard her phone beep. "I don't suppose that can be good," she presumed as she returned to the kitchen for her phone. The message was from Lily. "Really sorry, my mum has just been rushed to hospital-" blah blah blah. She should have known Lily would be unreliable. She was certainly good value company, but it was somewhat unsurprising that she would turn out to be the flakey sort. She probably just got her period, or woke up on this Saturday morning, naked, in a strange and beautiful apartment in the arms of a strange and beautiful man. Stephanie hadn't even bothered getting Anne's contact number, but she didn't really care now. With Lily dropping out, she felt like she couldn't bring herself to go. She felt oddly torn somewhere between disappointed and relieved, and ultimately decided that another quiet weekend with her local food market and keeping on top of the laundry sounded great after all. Best of all, she could now upgrade her Netflix session into a full-on binge without a hint of stress. She replied to Lily that everything was fine. Then she texted her best friend Bella, to cancel the planned lift to the airport. A couple of hours later found Stephanie lying on her couch again, catching up on a drama that was decent at best. An enjoyable waste of time. A load of laundry was already on the line, and the dishwasher was doing it's thing. It was a typical Saturday, and in her mind she had rationalised that she was perfectly happy with how things had worked out. *Bing, Bong!* Steph jumped a little, as she always did when someone unexpected showed up at her door. Who could that be? Hopefully just someone collecting for charity. Charity? Damn, a sudden pang of guilt... she got to the door - it was Bella! Steph hesitated and bit her lip - had Bella not got her message? More guilt. She definitely should have called - not texted. Now her friend had just wasted a trip. She would have to at least entertain her with lunch and a few episodes of whatever she wanted. Steph opened the door, and a grinning Bella burst into the room, looking as energetic as ever. Isabella and Stephanie had been best friends since meeting as college sophomores, and they had managed to develop a fitness regime together, and kept each other motivated to stay in top shape. Bella was shorter than Steph, with dark looks and long, straight black hair. She also had twice the curves, with boobs and bum galore that drew a lot of stares at the gym. Stares that she encouraged with her fashionable roster of low cut singlets and ultra tight, scrunch-bum pants. What Steph didn't realise though, was that plenty of those stares went her way too. Her lighter, more balanced build appealed to more men than she would have ever guessed. Many would even prefer her more modest, but perfectly rounded C cup bosoms over Bella's great big ones. Stephanie never showed any cleavage, or God forbid, side boob, but she underestimated the knack men had for picking out the things they liked. Of course, if she were to have gone to the ball tonight, she would have been showing off both in that jaw dropping dress she had hidden away. "I'm so sorry babe!" Steph began apologising earnestly. "I sent you a message this morning, but Lily pulled out and I'm not going anywhere now." Bella grinned her usual mischievous grin that usually preceded talking Steph into doing something she didn't want to do. "I got your message, and I laughed. I said, 'what a surprise, Steph's piking!' And then I deleted it. Guess what, babe, you are going! I'm going to make you!" "Hmmm, no, not this time. I've decided. You can't always make me change my mind, and we aren't in college anymore." "Oh, college shmollege. Nothing ever changes. Which is why I knew that you needed me to make you get on that plane. I could tell you were excited about going - and God knows I'm jealous. So I'm not letting you pass this one by. Come on, let's go pack your things real quick. We don't have much time." Stephanie was about to protest further, but her friend had already skipped off towards her bedroom. She was never able to win a dispute with Bella, and usually it turned out for the best. Bella 'made' her do things sometimes, and the end result was admittedly having at least a little fun together. If only Bella could come with me instead! By the time Steph had got a hold of herself and thought of what she would say to make her desist (if just this once?) Bella already had her little overnight travel trunk out on top of the bed. Presently she emerged from the ensuite, and bumped past Steph with hands full with the humble contents of her makeup drawer. She dumped them into the open suitcase, which would pass for hand luggage at the airport. "Slow down, Bella, I was about to say-" "Oh save it for next week and pack something. You already know I'm going to win this. If you really don't want to go, you'll find a way to miss your flight and get a taxi home. But right now we are going to pack you up and get you on your way." Steph's protests choked up in her throat. She knew Bella was right. Even though she was certain she didn't want to go if it meant just her and bloody boring Anne, there was no use in pretending that she could change Bella's mind. So she sighed heavily, and thought about what she needed. The dress and mask were the main things, of course. And stilettos (she was no stranger to high heels, often wearing them for work. You might say that Stephanie Vice was a complex individual, and somewhat selective in her prudish ways). She had also planned on wearing the same hairpiece that had survived from prom night - a silver tiara. She was going to want her comfy flannelette pajamas, a change of clothes for tomorrow, and obviously a couple of sets of underwear and socks. So she set to work, quickly acquiring the clothing she needed, and throwing it on the bed while Bella folded them into her suitcase. "So you have a dress then, I'm assuming? Though I don't remember you inviting me out dress shopping." "Actually, I'm just going to wear my prom dress. It's a similar enough event and I'm not going to be one of those idiots that have a menagerie of dresses they've only worn once." "Oh cool, but Steph, ummm... that was a few years ago, is it still ok?" "Yes! I checked it for moths and what not. It looks brand new! It's hot actually. Silk, if you can believe that. You would be surprised to see me in this!" And with that, she whipped the dress out of her wardrobe. It was in a protective bag, but the pale violet silk could be seen. It was a long gown, but thin and revealing. Bella's eyes went wide. "Oh, now I really am jealous. I've already moved my prom dress on. I didn't quite have these tits or ass back when I was 18! Oh, but babe..." Bella seemed to have thought of something important. "What knickers are you going to wear? You've only given me a few pairs of briefs so far, but-" "Don't get excited! Those are the only sort I have, and I'm not planning on letting anyone see them!" Isabella scrunched up her face, as if holding back on an unhelpful comment of some variety. If it was about underpants, Stephanie didn't need to hear it. The passing of a couple hours found Steph seated 35,000 feet in the air. It had been a close thing making her flight in the end, thanks to an accident on the highway causing a 30 minute delay. It had been just as well she didn't need to check in any luggage, and in the end she had made it at a run with her little travel trunk in one hand, and the other holding her long dress hanger over her shoulder. Before setting her down, Bella had been concerned for the time, muttering something about not having a chance to pop in at Victoria's Secret before the flight. But Steph was glad in a way. She was late, which, though not like her at all, had meant that she hadn't had excess time to sit around and maybe change her mind. She was doing this now, and she couldn't deny that she was excited. Of course she was nervous about going into a ball not knowing anybody - she wouldn't even recognise 'Mysterious Leader' if she saw him. Not that she would be comfortable tagging along with her boss! There was still Anne... apparently. She hadn't seen Anne on the plane, but then again, she had been in a mad rush to make the flight. But even if it was the worst case and she knew not a single soul at this party, Stephanie took some comfort in the fact that nobody who knew her would be seeing her so uncharacteristically glammed up. And she had the mask to hide how nervous she was sure to look. A few champagnes and I'll be fine. The thing was, the only other time she had worn the dress turned out to be an extensive exercise in embarrassment and discomfort. It showed the sides of her breasts which the salesperson had convinced her was 'suitably daring', but on the night just felt lewd. She had spent much of the evening with her arms folded across her chest, and throughout it all, nobody had actually made the effort to complement her. What was a girl to think? It was rather tragic really, that she had not been able to enjoy herself the one time she had put herself out there as a highly desirable, and very available young woman. Instead, Stagnant Stephanie had been born. Tonight would be different. She was 22 now, and though she wasn't in the habit of showing off much flesh in public, she did feel significantly more confident in her own skin. She just didn't know how to express it. So tonight was going to be something of an experiment for her. Could she really leave her established persona of Stagnant Stephanie behind at her home airport? Will she be able to sit confidently without trying to cover up the revealed skin on her chest? Will she actually dance this time? But more importantly... will she smile at the men, and welcome them to talk to her. Will she listen and respond, and let them make her laugh? Will she permit them a fair study of her neckline without calling them out as perverts? Oh, that's right. Masks. The Auream Grand served as both the venue for the ball, and her lavishly expensive accommodation. But she hadn't imagined beforehand just how expensive. The hotel entrance was old, classic, and - as in the name - grand. The staff treated her like royalty. It was weird for her, since Stephanie had no wealth, and wasn't accustomed to this much fussing. But she had to admit - the attention felt good, and she was beginning to get into the mood for a night at the high end of town. As predicted by Lily the day before, Anne was a no-show! Steph was going to have their room to herself. If she was being honest, she really wouldn't have cared for just Anne's company anyway. She was sure they would have made for an insufferable pair of downers. They would have needed the high energy and promiscuity of Lily to balance out the dynamics. Without her, going it solo was the next best thing. "Oh my Lord!" Steph exclaimed when the porter opened her room for her. It was exquisite, and enormous. It was overkill even for three people, but she had it to herself? A large common area with boutique style furniture connected to an enormous looking master suite, and another bedroom. It was without a doubt bigger than her whole house! The extravagance and luxury quickly had its effect on the single fortunate occupant. There was no work to do, she just had to relax and enjoy. As if to confirm this notion, a bottle of Moet sat in an ice bucket on the coffee table, along with three glasses. The porter took her bags all the way through to the master suite before Steph could protest that it probably wasn't for her, and was back in seconds. "Would there be anything else, Miss Vice?" "Ummm, no thank you. Thanks very much." Steph felt awkward without anything more gratifying to say, but she offered the man a tip of a few dollars, and he bowed and left silently. He was probably secretly disappointed - Steph couldn't even tip enough to look for a moment like she belonged in this suite. Alone, Stephanie looked at the bottle of Moet on the coffee table, and smiled to herself. "Well, when in Rome," she said out loud to all the fancy things that adorned her fancy living quarters. An hour later saw Step finishing off an amazing club sandwich with fries. She had received a call from room service, who insisted that lunch had been pre-authorised for her room. Even so, she gawked at the inflated prices, and allowed herself only to indulge in one of the cheapest items on the menu. It had still been delicious. Or maybe she just perceived it that way on account of the convenience factor, and her luxurious surroundings. It also wouldn't have been ridiculous to say that her good mood was influenced by no less than two and a half glasses of Moet. Stephanie was no stranger to alcohol, but she usually kept the count at one or two. She was presently wondering whether she should savour the dregs of her glass rather than draining it quickly and pouring a 4th. She knew she shouldn't, but if there's one thing that alcohol makes you want when it puts you in a good mood - it's more alcohol. Stephanie bit her lip. She was smarter than this. It would do no good to get drunk now, and then be a mess for the ball (or sleep through it entirely). Instead, she ran herself a hot bath. It was a wondrous thing in her opinion, the old cast iron sort - standalone, with clawed feet; a fitting fixture for the boutique style suite. After taking off her clothes in the bedroom to ensure they stayed dry, she returned to the ensuite, and finally permitted herself a moment for inspection. To assess the damage... down there. "Oh?" All the nasty red bumps were gone! Now she was just perfectly smooth; hair-free, and without a single blemish. Stephanie stared at herself in the mirror. Normally, she didn't look too closely at her own private areas, but with this outrageous new development, and nearly three champagnes down the hatch, she was making a small exception. She had never really noticed it before, but her mons pubis was quite well pronounced, and standing upright as she was, a pink hint of her lady parts were visible too. Stephanie looked up to her face, and saw that she was blushing. She blushed even harder, ran out the room to fetch the bottle after all, dimmed the light, and hopped into the hot bath. She hadn't brought any products in with her. Her only intention was to soak her stressed, hard worked body in that tub, and kill most of the time that remained before the ball. She finished her drink, and refilled it. "Just one more," she promised herself. She sipped on the expensive wine; the coolness was an enjoyable contrast to the hot water surrounding her. With her free hand she gently rubbed her body - a kind of half-assed attempt at actually washing herself. After caressing a breast in this way, she had to admit that she was mostly doing it for the simple pleasure of being touched. Her nipple felt more sensitive than usual. She looked down, and saw that the pink bud was all swollen. "But I guess I can't blame the cold," Stephanie muttered with a giggle, before her hand headed further south. She wasn't sure yet, but she was toying with the idea of exploring the newly excavated landscape down there. Stephanie generally kept her touching in and around that area to practical purposes, and if she found herself feeling a little amorous, and her hand naturally crept towards her sex, she would get embarassed, and force herself to stop. This afternoon might be different. She had nothing but time to kill, and lay under the spell of mild intoxication. She didn't have any sort of bathtub in her little duplex, let alone a nice big one like this. Certainly, taking a bath had never, ever, felt like this before. It was something of a shame that there were no witnesses, because Stephanie Vice cut quite the sensual figure, soaking nude in the luxurious tub, lights set to dim, her long hair out and hanging over the back. Her breasts were proudly on show, bobbing half beneath the waterline. She had a champagne flute in one hand, but the visual on her other arm became warped, for she reached deep beneath the surface. Her fingertips were on her belly, but she was slowly walking them further south. Yes, something was indeed changing in young Stephanie. A large part of it was surely the influence of her sexually active friends. Bella, the great show-off, and Lily from work with all her sleazy stories. For some time now, she vaguely understood that she was missing out on something important. She might never have admitted it, even to herself, but deep down - she knew. On some level she had already made the decision to flirt with her neglected sexuality tonight. Over the last few weeks, the anticipation for this masquerade ball had been building. Lily had dropped hints about how they were going to look 'just so hot'. The masks they had received had been beautiful gifts that compounded their excitement. And the idea that her face would be partly hidden went a long way towards convincing her to dust off the most glamorous and revealing item that hung at the end of her wardrobe. And now, since arriving at this over-the-top luxury hotel suite and being greeted by a bottle of expensive champagne, room service for lunch, and a few hours to kill with nothing to do but relax until it was time to get ready - Stephanie was drifting into a certain appropriate mood. No one could say whether the ball would be a hit or a miss, but the escape had already begun. The escape from her ordinary routine, and the escape from her own prudish mindset and self imposed limitations. She felt it. Tonight, she was not Stagnant Stephanie anymore. She didn't know what she was yet. Was 'Sexy Stephanie' too much of a stretch? She felt no shame, or guilt, as she finally permitted her fingers to assess the aftermath of the brazilian wax. She had sported quite the carpet of thick brown curls there, and couldn't remember what it felt like without them. Her natural bush had been keeping some of her woman's body secret, and touching herself there was very much a new sensation. All of a sudden, touching herself was fascinating. She reached further down still, and slid her hand down the inside of a thigh. Stephanie bit her lip, and pushed her knees outwards. Widely, for the tub easily accommodated it. She teased her repositioned thigh a little more, and traced a bikini line that, for the first time in years, she would be able to show off in a fashionable swimsuit. Well, it might still take some pestering from Bella to coax her to leave the house in one. But at the very least, it was nice to consider that she would finally meet the requirements to do so! She caressed her outer labia, which had also been rather hairy before. It was a soft thick pad, and touching there felt good. She had already known she was more sensitive since the wax, but until now, she had considered it a curse. At this moment, touching herself felt good. Possessing a bare vulva felt good. And, she also felt, dare she think it... a little... sexier. Perhaps she would be the one to surprise Bella next week by suggesting a trip to the beach? Her girlfriend had once confessed (to Stephanie's mortification) that she liked to sunbathe topless. She imagined Bella plonking herself down amongst other visitors at the most crowded patch of sand she could find. Probably right before a group of hunks passing a football around. The dark beauty would wait till she knew she had caught the attention of at least a few of them, before untying her bikini top and releasing her great big boobs. She would turn to Stagnant Stephanie with a smug expression, which would surely morph into open mouthed surprise when the so-called prudish girl boldly followed suit. Stephanie spread her fingers in a fork, and traced her labia majora down, and then up again. She squeezed her fingers back together, and teased the delicate ridges of her clitoral hood. She ventured down, following the sensitive edges of her velvety inner lips. In Stephanie's case, those lips curled back to rest flat against her labia majora, and spread out wider than she had ever bothered to notice. Before, that part of her was well hidden by the nearby hair, and she recalled her panic the day prior, when the beauty technician had needed to touch her there. It had been necessary to manipulate her inner lips somewhat, in order to treat the outer ones. But right now, as her thoughts turned sexy, she overlooked that yesterday she had felt intruded upon and violated. Now, she imagined that it was again the technician's fingers upon her labia, and not her own. She slid a finger behind the lip, gave herself a little pinch, and pulled outwards, testing what turned out to be surprising elasticity. It was without any real conscious decision that Stephanie then progressed to tease her opening with her middle finger. Ordinarily, this is where she would cease any such untoward self-indulgence. But... not this time, apparently. This time, she simply did not feel like there was any good reason to stop. The conditions were just right in that bathtub, and the slight penetration of her finger felt deliciously naughty. If, for once, she was enjoying playing with her own body, then she might make an exception for herself. Just this once. She angled her finger just right, and pressed in with a little more insistence. It's a long-standing injustice to women, that the 'tightness' of one's vagina is historically and universally used as a measure of one's virtue. Straight up nonsense, all of it. But, it had to be said that Stephanie was a perfect example of the stigma. Her canal was tight indeed, and yet, in this moment, she slipped in easier than she expected. It came as a legitimate shock to Stephanie that her body had made her secret passage a little slippery. She pushed deeper into her love tunnel, just past the first knuckle, and gasped slightly at how good even that small penetration felt. She pressed around her fleshy walls, encountering the internal ridges that awaited to stimulate whatever protrusion she permitted to enter her. She withdrew her finger and reinserted it a number of times. She imagined a stern version of herself standing in her immaculate work clothes at the end of the tub. "And just what do you think YOU'RE doing, young lady?" "Oh, nothing. Just gently fucking myself." She said it aloud, softly, and then giggled at the sound of her own voice uttering the small vulgarity. But she did withdraw her finger; there was something else she wanted to try. She placed her fingertips on her clitoral hood, and moved them around in slow circles. "Mmmmm," the small moan escaped her lips suddenly, before she could even think about whether what she was doing felt good. Obviously, it did. She had a tiny clitoris nestled somewhere in those intimate folds, and despite reaching sexual maturity years ago, her primary mechanism for receiving pleasure had been going unused. But today, it was making its presence known. And its utility. A little button that had no use other than to build desire and trigger orgasms. A switch that had never been pushed further than the standby position was now flipped onto low power, and Stephanie was surprised at how readily her inexperienced body responded to her initiation of the startup sequence. Her fingers glided over her smooth, fleshy pink hood, and the pleasure from her clit assaulted her in little jolts. It was like an old light bulb flickering on and off as it received current for the first time in years. Stephanie wanted more, and she glanced down in response to a sudden urge. Her breasts bobbed in and out of the warm water as the activity between her thighs became more vigorous. Her rosy pink nipples were aching to be touched, and there was no one else here to do it for her. "Fuck it, if I'm really doing this." She slammed down the entire contents of the flute that occupied a needed hand, and reached out of the tub to set it down, immediately triggering a mild dizzy spell. "And that makes four," she murmured with concern, promising herself to leave the bottle alone from now on. Her breasts wobbled when she turned over, and water streamed off her semi erect nipples. She wondered if such an image would interest all those men who had approached her at work, at parties, and wherever else she had met them over the years. Met them, and instantly dismissed them. She knew that it wasn't right - the way she indiscriminately shot would-be suitors down so quickly. But, she would be more approachable tonight. She constructed a telepathic invitation, decreeing that for tonight only, Stephanie Vice would be graciously receptive to all well-executed male attention, and willed it to reach the minds of whatever eligible bachelors may be at this moment making their own preparations for the ball. Hands freed, she settled back into the tub, and cupped a breast while immediately going back to diddling her little clit. She pinched her nipple gently, and then... not so gently. She gasped at the sensation that was somewhere between pleasure and pain, and stared in curiosity as the nub grew to a filled out thimble right before her eyes. Was it her imagination, or was the pink of her nipples more pronounced than usual, her areolas darker, puffier? Maybe it was the extreme contrast with her white, unblemished breast. Or maybe it was a change in the flow of blood in her body. She reached for her other nipple, and pulled it outwards while twisting it a little, quickly achieving the same effect. Stephanie closed her eyes and embraced her impromptu resolve to masturbate. The pleasure sparked from her clit in continuous waves now, and she saw no reason to stop. She could just keep doing this, so long as things continued to feel so good. She could keep going until the water threatened to cool, if she wanted. "I have to move somewhere with a bathtub," she promised her future self giddily, and then her mind wandered in tandem with her hands. Wandered among faces of people, mostly men whom she had encountered briefly, and some girls who were extra friendly to her. "Stephanie, good news! I made it after all!" The fabricated voice of Lily added weight to her fantasy. She imagined her promiscuous colleague stepping into the ensuite, wearing a tight tank top, and the shortest denim skirt that only a shameless slut would choose to board a plane in. "Oh my God, Stephanie. Are you actually jerking off?" "Mmmhmm," she replied out loud to the imaginary voice. "But, I'm kind of new to this. Maybe the amazing sexy Lily should show me how it's done?" Steph smiled at how rude her own voice sounded. In front of her, there was plenty of room for a slight person like Lily to join her. With legs out wide, her friend could just sit between them, and mirror her position. "Why Stagnant Stephanie, I thought you'd never ask." She imagined Lily saying so, while peeling off her clothes to reveal all of her exotic golden skin, and of course, her own, likewise hairless vagina. "I could do worse than Lily... but maybe I really should find someone else to share my new... style with?" She ran her fingers over her velvety, wide open lips. "And soon, before the hairs start to grow back". Stephanie laughed loudly after voicing words that she was sure she didn't mean. Did she not? Well, certainly she at least meant it as far as permitting the fantasy. "I like it like this," Lily said. She was sitting opposite Stephanie, her butt on the edge of the cast iron tub, so that Steph could properly study all the dirty details of how she liked to masturbate. She pushed her knees out wide, and began rubbing over her clit with three fingers. The imaginary Lily was rubbing harder and faster than what she was doing, so she picked up the pace to match. "Ooooh," Steph moaned as the pleasure in her clitoris intensified. She had never thought of herself as a lesbian, but Lily was a person she felt safe around, and someone who wore her sexuality with confidence. Steph was horny enough to embrace any sexy thought, no matter how silly. The sensual woman in her fantasy finally got all the way into the tub, and crawled up to her on hands and knees. Stephanie opened her mouth to welcome Lily's in an affectionate, exploratory kiss. It was now Lily's hand on her breast, and her nipple was pulled hard enough to make her squeal. At the same time, Lily's other hand replaced her own between her thighs, and the more experienced woman knew just how to stimulate her clit to guide her towards her long overdue release. And then a new thought popped into her head. Her fantasy with Lily fizzled just as it was getting good, as the object of her desire shifted to the male persuasion. She didn't even know Jerome Masterson's face, but she instantly procured one for him. A most handsome image fitting for the Mysterious Leader of their firm, and the provider of all these luxuries that she was presently enjoying. She abandoned her breast to push a finger back inside her vagina, and she quickly found the best spot to concentrate her rubbing. "Mmmm, yes," Stephanie whispered. She attacked her sex with both hands, and her body heated up beyond what was attributable to the bath water. What if their CEO had not permitted such an elaborate suite just for the girl's use after all? What if he was planning on staying there too? I guess, he would have every right to do that... Was it not likely, even, that he might turn up at any moment? He could let himself in with his own key, without so much as a knock on the door. He would enter his master bedroom, and place his suitcase on the desk there. How would he react to finding feminine belongings already strewn out on the bed? Oh - and her carelessly discarded travel clothes on the floor, including her underwear? Stephanie rubbed her pleasure zones with a little more pressure. She imagined Jerome picking up the black panties under the pretense of returning lost property to its owner, and then ever so casually holding them up to his face, breathing in the musk that inhabited the gusset, and so learning a girl's scent before he even saw her face. Wait, where did an abhorrent thought like that come from?! Stephanie had picked up on suggestions that many men liked to sniff women's underwear, but the sense in it eluded her. It had just seemed like the domain of particularly nasty perverts, not something a decent, regular man would think of. And yet she pictured her boss doing just that, and somehow it was the most natural thing in the world. It was as if she were an animal in heat, leaving a scent trail to lead a potential mate to her nest. Jerome would, with her little panties in hand, waltz straight into his ensuite, and find the culprit just as she was right now - nude, and shamelessly masturbating with closed eyes, mouthing out the 'ohs' and smiles as that exact scenario ran through her imagination. He was not one to get mad and order her to leave - no, he was a man who would have appreciation for what she was doing down there. But nor would he be such a gentleman that he would leave her to her own devices. He might instead make himself comfortable, and watch her with a smile. But why should he be content to settle for such a restrictive view of the action? Maybe he would lift her sopping wet body out of the tub with powerful arms, and plop her on the vanity, before ordering her to continue her self abuse within his full view. Would she be emboldened enough to put on the most lewd show imaginable? And how long would he be able to stand it, being a passive bystander? How close would she get to her release by her own efforts, before he would step in and take over? Would he pull out his cock, already rock hard, and take her virginity straight away? Or would he start by teaching her the best female masturbation techniques? Perhaps the scent in her panties would have appealed to him so much that he would want nothing more than to taste her from the source. "Stephanie, you deviant!" she smiled as she scolded herself. "Do try not to think about your boss that way. He might look at you tonight and immediately guess all of your fantasies!" Maybe he wasn't so kinky. By her understanding, men were pretty obsessed with having their dick's sucked. "It's fine if you want to get that comfortable, Miss Vice. But you can still make yourself useful while you take care of yourself." She would open her eyes in time to see him unbuttoning his pants as he walked over to her. She wouldn't be able to escape in time - and besides - she was naked! And once that cock sprung to hardness right before her face, she would be in no position to refuse her boss a little overtime. Despite the calling from her better judgement to end the fantasy, she felt that even the imaginary Mysterious Leader could not be defied. "Shit!" Steph said loudly as she felt the tension in her sex rise to a new threshold. She didn't need experience to know that she was about to have an orgasm. She hadn't consciously decided to take things this far - shouldn't her first time be at the hands of a man she loved? No. It felt too good to stop now. And besides, masturbation didn't count as losing one's virginity. Did it? This was already too long overdue, and she realised that the outcome had been inevitable since the moment she had permitted herself this concession. No, this treat. She opened her mouth amid her ecstasy, and then it was being filled by Jerome Masterson's huge cock. "Mmmmmm," there would be no use asking him to be gentle, because her mouth would be stuffed so full that she wouldn't be able to talk. She wasn't sure what a penis actually tasted like, so she just imagined him to be warm and salty. Like tears. "Oh, God," Stephanie was panting the words. "You're so good..." the pressure she had amassed had to burst in the very next moment. "Ahhhh-" she panted as she worked her fingers hard, at last giving in to the electric pleasure that buzzed between her clitoris and belly. At last, she was ready to find out what all the fuss was about. *Dinnnnng!* "You've got to be fucking kidding me!" Regardless of the reason, Stephanie surprised herself with the sudden curse. But she was thoroughly mortified at having been intruded upon in such a rare, private moment. A moment that was utterly ruined by the onset of panic. No, that may well have been the most justified f-bomb of her young life. Stephanie's instincts assumed immediate control, and, disappointed as she was, she climbed out of the tub, leaving her intimate business with her body bitterly unfinished. She needed something to wear - and fast. A thin, Auream Grand embroidered bathrobe hung with the towels. It was the obvious choice as something to cover herself with, without keeping the person behind the door waiting for too long. *Dinnnnng!* The door chimed again. Maybe it really was Jerome Masterson. "Oh, shut up!" she hissed, and then, louder, "just a second!" She wrapped the robe around herself and quickly fastened it with the sash, before hurrying out of the ensuite and through the bedroom. She had only left the bedroom door open a little, and in her haste she chose to do a silly shimmy through the gap, rather than taking the time to pull it open properly. "Oww!" She bumped her hip on the door's edge, but paid it no mind as she quickly closed the distance to the front entrance. She was saturated from her neck down, and she scolded herself for the wet footprints she left along the soft, woolen carpet. She got to the door and reached out for the handle. Stephanie winced from the embarrassment of having been... sprung (Stephanie, sprung? Perish the thought!) She was indeed preoccupied with her shame, and didn't even think to use the eyehole to confirm if the person standing on the other side might even have a valid justification for interrupting her privacy. She was more concerned about how long it was taking her to answer the door, as if that were some giveaway as to what she had been doing. Would the person be able to tell? Would her face be too flushed? Would there be some... smell in the air? Stephanie rashly turned the handle, and threw the door open. There stood a stylish looking pair, a man and a woman, holding carry cases of some sort. And they were staring at Stephanie with expressions of open-mouthed surprise. Dammit, they know. Somehow they know! After an awkward pause, the woman made a gesture of fixing the buttons on her blouse, and finally Stephanie looked down. Oh God. No. Fucking. Way. The bathrobe she had hastily thrown on was completely open; the single knot she had tied in the sash had failed, and the fixing now hung uselessly at her sides. It must have got caught on the bedroom door handle when she bumped it! Both her breasts were bared; in her frantic activity, they had pushed their way out of the folds of material. There they were, in full view. Stepanie's pale, supple breasts, looking a little rosy from the hot bath, and glistening with many water droplets. Her nipples were swollen and firm; bright raspberries that seemed to point to the two strangers and invite them in for a suckle. Her gaze travelled lower; by lady fortune's merciful concession, the robe still hung in front of her vagina, but that was of little comfort in the moment. For several more seconds of hell, Stephanie stared at the indecent display of her own body in complete disbelief. And then, at last, she reacted. A brief but honest scream escaped her throat, and she slammed the door shut in dismay.

Schoolgirl Visits the Doctor bybrandi_blue© Schoolgirl Visits the Doctor Ch. 01 My boyfriend and I had been dating for a few months and sleeping together since our third date. This was my first consistent relationship in a while, so I decided that maybe I should look into birth control and we could forgo condoms. This wasn't something I had done in the past, so I asked my friend Jessica who she went to. She told me that I had to go to Dr. Simmons on Franklin Street, that he was fantastic and really took care of his patients. In retrospect, I should have taken the sly smile she gave me as a warning, but I was too preoccupied to really notice. I called the office and took the first available appointment later that week. My appointment was right after school, so I went straight there still in my uniform. I was well aware that I looked like a stereotypical slutty schoolgirl in my plaid skirt, knee socks, and white button-down shirt. It was kind of a thrill to see men turn their heads as I walked down the street. I wore the regulation white cotton bra under might shirt, but my perky nipples always peeked through and definitely caught the attention of passers-by. To enhance the effect, I often wore my hair in pigtails, and that's how I had them done today. When I arrived at the office, I noticed that there were a lot of other girls my age in the waiting room, some of them also dressed in their school uniforms, others in cheerleader outfits. All of them looked very happy to be there. I was a little early for my appointment, so while I waited and filled out the necessary paperwork, I watched as several girls went in and out. When they came out, they always looked a little more disheveled than when they went in, which I thought was very strange for a GYN appointment. Finally, a tall blond nurse in a white uniform called my name and I followed her behind a door into the exam room area. We went into exam room three and she asked me to have a seat on the exam table. I was a little nervous, having never been to a gynecologist before. The room had what looked like a standard exam table in it, with stirrups for my feet, but I also noticed at that near the top of the bed there was a cross bar that jutted out from either side and appeared to have restraints on it. As I fidgeted uncomfortably on the exam table, the nurse looked at her clipboard. "So, Ms. Avera, I just want to confirm that you are 18 years old. Is that right?" "Yes," I said, my voice shaking a little. I suddenly noticed that it was a little chilly in the exam room and my already prominent nipples were getting very hard and pushing through my top. "And you're a senior in high school?" "Yes." "How long have you been sexually active?" she asked. "Just a few months. We've been using condoms, but I'd like to get on the pill." "Oh, we can definitely do that for you, but first we have to do a very thorough examination," she responded. "Ok..." I said, feeling even more nervous that before. The nurse made some notes on her clipboard, then turned to me. "My name is Nurse Angela and I'm going to take good care of you today. The first thing we're going to need to do is take a few pictures for your medical record." "Why do you need pictures?" I asked. "It's just so we can track your development each time you come to visit us. The doctor takes a great interest in his patient's sexual health. Please, take off your top and stand over there against the wall." I did as she asked, and instantly felt the cold air on my breasts. "Do you want me to keep my bra on?" I asked. "For these first few pictures, yes, then we'll take it off." I stood against the wall while the nurse held up a phone and snapped a few pictures of me in my bra, skirt, knee socks, and black patent leather shoes. "Now you can take your bra off, and I want you to hold your hands up over your head so your tits stick out." "Um, ok?" I thought maybe I heard her wrong, but no, she definitely said "tits" and not "breasts." I took of my bra and held my hands up. "You have beautiful tits," Nurse Angela said. "But, to get a good picture of your development, I'm going to need your nipples to perk up a little more. Just hold still and I'll help with that." Before I could even process what she was saying, Nurse Angles was standing in front of me pinching my nipples. First, she took my left nipple between her thumb and forefinger and pinched is slightly, then she did the same with my right nipple. "Hm," she said, "I'm not getting quite the reaction I need to see. I'm going to have to stimulate them orally." Then before I could react, she leaned over and started flicking her tongue on my left nipple. I instantly felt a charge through my whole body. I was still, for some reason, holding my hands over my head. I arched my back and leaned into her mouth without realizing what I was doing. When I did that, the nurse took my whole nipple in her mouth and started sucking, and then started pinching my right nipple with her left hand. All of the sudden, I flashed back to reality. "What are you doing?" I asked. Nurse Angela let go of my breasts and stood up. "I'm just checking your nipples reaction to manual and oral stimulation. It's standard procedure for Dr. Simmons' exams. Have you ever had a gynecological exam before?" "No," I said. "Well, it's understandable that you would be a little apprehensive, but I promise, this is standard procedure." "OK," I said, a little confused. It was then that I noticed that Nurse Angela's outfit seemed a little off. Her white dress buttoned down the front and was showing off quite a bit of cleavage. The bottom of the dress barely reached below her crotch, and she was wearing thigh-high white stockings. How had I missed this on the way in? Was I that nervous about the exam? "Put your hands back over your head and arch your back just a little," the nurse said, standing back from me. "The doctor will definitely enjoy these pictures," she said, holding up the camera again. What was happening??? "Now it's time to remove your panties," the nurse said. "You can take off your shoes if you want, but keep the skirt and knee socks on." I did as she said, and she snapped a few more pictures as I pulled my panties down over my thighs and then over my feet. I bent down and unbuckled my shoes and set them aside. "I think the doctor is really going to enjoy examining you," Nurse Angela said, still snapping away. "Please get up on the exam table and put your feet in the stirrups." I did as she asked, feeling very self-conscious with my breasts and vagina exposed. "I see you keep your pubic hair shaved. You must attend St. Agatha's School for Girls." "Yes," I said, surprised that she knew about that. The nuns at St. Agatha's were strict when it came to personal hygiene. As soon as girls hit puberty, they were given instruction on keeping their pubic hair shaved to prevent being "dirty." Every week we were inspected by the headmistress to ensure compliance. Any girl who had anything less than a perfect shave was first spanked with a riding crop on her bare pussy 15 times and then sent to the school nurse for "cleansing." I have my suspicions that some of the girls skipped their shaves on purpose because they enjoyed the "punishment." As I lay there on the table, I could feel the cold air against my labia. It was clear that the exam so far was having an effect on me. My pussy was dripping wet and I was getting more turned on by the second. At that moment, Nurse Angela walked to the head of the exam table and started putting my arms in the restraints I had noticed earlier. "Why are you doing that?" I asked, realizing that I was not resisting in any way. "Dr. Simmons' exams can be quite intense," she responded. "This prevents you from interfering with him while he is working." Seemed like a sensible enough explanation to me. "I'm going to need to make sure your nipples stay hard so that Dr. Simmons can see them," she said, and pulled two clamps out of the front pocket of her dress. She quickly clamped them to my incredibly prominent nipples and I moaned in ecstasy. Nurse Angela walked back around the table and stood between my spread legs. "I'm going to prep you for the exam now," she said. "Dr. Simmons is going to need you to be very lubricated to tolerate his exam." As she said this, she started unbuttoning her dress and then slid it off her body. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her tits were large and firm, with perfectly round nipples that jutted out in the cold air of the exam room. She lowered her dress all the way to floor and I noticed she didn't have any undergarments at all, just her thigh high white stockings and white stiletto heels. Her pussy had a thin, blond landing strip that led to perfectly bare labia. I could tell that she was as turned on as I was. Her pussy was totally engorged and dripping wet. As I watched, Nurse Angela started pinching her own nipples and slid a hand down to her pussy where she started playing with her clit. "What are you doing?" I asked. "I'm just preparing for the exam. Dr. Simmons has very exacting standards." This didn't make any sense to me, but I was so turned on watching her fondle herself that I didn't care. After a minute or so of touching herself, Nurse Angela leaned over me, between my legs, and gave me a long deep kiss, which instantly made me wetter than I already was. Then she stood back up again and pulled a rolling stool over to the front of the table. She sat down on it, her face exactly level with my dripping pussy. "I'm going to do a preliminary exam now, to get you prepped for Dr. Simmons. I need to find out exactly what your pussy can take." "OK," I said, a little slurred with desire. As I lay there anticipating just about anything, the nurse leaned forward and started flicking her tongue against my clit. I just about lost it then, but she was careful. I could tell I was about to cum and started rolling my hips around against her mouth, but just before it could happen, she stopped. Then Nurse Angela reached behind her to a cabinet against the wall and opened one of the drawers. Completely overcome, I watched as she pulled out an enormous dildo. "This is the size of the instrument Dr. Simmons will be using on you, so let's see if it fits." Nurse Angela brought the dildo between my legs and started to fuck me with it, hard. My pussy had never taken anything so big, but it seemed to fit perfectly. I knew instantly that only a giant cock would ever satisfy me. I wanted to cum so bad but I also wanted the fucking to never stop. As she fucked me, Nurse Angela leaned forward and started licking my clit again. I couldn't take it anymore. After about thirty seconds of stimulation I came harder than I ever had before. "Oh, fuck, yes! Don't stop!" I yelled over and over again as the waves passed over my body. Finally, after a solid minute of orgasm, I collapsed and Nurse Angela backed off. "I think you are ready for your exam now," she said, sliding the dildo out of me and placing it on a small table on wheels next to her. She walked over to the door and picked up a phone on the wall. "Yes, Doctor," she said, "the patient is ready." The nurse walked back over to the head of the table and looked at me. "While we wait for the doctor," she said, "you can pay me back a little." As she spoke, she leaned over the table and lowered her left breast to my face. "You need to lick whatever is put in front of you," she said. I did as I was told and took her nipple into my mouth. I sucked it, then pulled back and flicked it with my tongue. She moved and brought her right nipple to my mouth and I gave it the same treatment. As I licked, she moaned loudly. Neither of us heard the door open. "Nurse! What are you doing?" a stern voice said. I looked over and saw a man in a doctor's coat standing in the doorway. "You know you can't begin this part of the exam until I am present." Nurse Angela instantly looked ashamed and embarrassed. "Come to the front of the table and lean over the patient," the doctor said, still looking angry. She did as she was told, her face hovering inches from mine, her pussy pressed hard against mine. As she leaned over the doctor walked behind her and smacked her hard on the ass, three times. I thought she would be upset, but the look on her face was definitely one of pure joy. "Now stand up and we can begin the exam," the doctor said. Nurse Angela walked over to the side of the table and the doctor positioned himself between my legs. "I see you are sexually active and here for birth control," he said. "Before I can prescribe that, I need to make sure you are ready for any possible sexual experience. The nurse has checked the capacity of your pussy, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to test it even more. And of course, your ass needs to be prepared as well." At that, I looked at him and instantly became frightened. It must have shown on my face because he said, "Don't worry. We won't give you anything more than I know you can handle." He then sat down on the rolling stool which was still positioned between my legs. "You schoolgirls have the wettest pussies," he said as he slid a finger into my vagina and began pumping it in and out. "Yeah," he said, "do you like that?" "Yes," I mumbled, unsure of what was real anymore. He kept pumping his finger in and out, and then it felt like he added two more. My pussy was so wet, they slid in without any resistance. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation. Then suddenly I felt something cool slide down between my ass cheeks. I realized that he had squirted lube against my asshole. Before I could process this information, I felt something slide into my ass. It started small and then got wider as it slid in. I felt like I shouldn't like the feeling but I totally did. I was already highly stimulated and this just added to the situation. As he slid the plug into my ass, I relaxed against it and enjoyed the heightened feeling in my pussy. Dr. Simmons stood up, and looking down I could see that he had an enormous erection and that his cock was even bigger than the dildo that Nurse Angela had just fucked me with. I closed my eyes in anticipation and inched my ass lower on the table hoping to get that cock in me as soon as possible. "Not so fast," Dr. Simmons said as I squirmed. "You owe Nurse Angela here an orgasm, I believe." I looked over at the nurse and she was smiling at me and nodding her head. As she did so, she climbed onto the table and hovered over me, her legs straddling my midsection, her face inches from mine. She kissed me for the second time, and then, with her ass stuck high in the air she lowered her mouth to my left breast and began licking my nipple, now tender and extra-sensitive thanks to the clamp. While her mouth played with my left nipple, her left hand began to fondle and play with the right one. This went on for a few minutes, with her mouth and hand switching back and forth between my tits. I had my eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of having my tits licked, when I noticed that the nurse was moaning loudly. I opened my eyes and looking over her head I saw the doctor standing behind her, apparently licking her ass. That couldn't be right, could it? I'd never heard of that before, but the nurse seemed to be enjoying it thoroughly, and I was enjoying the butt plug a lot, so I guessed this was something fairly normal. After what seemed like only a few seconds, Dr. Simmons said "That's enough nurse!" and slapped her ass loudly. She sat up over me, looking bashful and shamed. It was kind of a turn on to see her that way, under his control after she had been so aggressive with me earlier. "Get what you need from her before I finish the exam," he said, standing back and holding up a phone to take a few pictures of the two of us. While I lay there, unable to move at all, Nurse Angela began to scoot forward. She raised her knees one by one over my arms and set them down on either side of my head. I now had a perfect view of her dripping pussy. I had never been this close to another woman's vagina and I wasn't sure what to do. "Remember, Ms. Avera, you have to lick whatever is put in front of you," she said, and began to lower herself down onto my mouth. Tentatively, I stuck out my tongue and slid it between her lips. The taste wasn't surprising - I had gone down on my boyfriend after he had fucked me - but I wasn't entirely sure what I was doing. "Keep going," the nurse said, looking down at me. I sunk my tongue deeper into her fold and found her clit. It was tiny and compact and as soon as my tongue made contact, she moaned deeply. I began to lick up and down and Nurse Angela began to move her hips forward and back in rhythm with my licking. As I lay there, I looked up at her and saw that Dr. Simmons was reaching from his position between my legs to fondle her breasts and pinch her nipples. I could feel his erection pushed against my throbbing pussy as he leaned forward. Nurse Angela's head was rolling around and her eyes were closed as the doctor and I continued to arouse her. I could feel her getting wetter and wetter, her juices running down my chin. I've never been interested in women, but this was totally doing it for me. I was insanely turned on, especially considering I had already cum shortly before. Would it be possible for me to cum again? I'd never had more than one in a day before. We continued like this for a few minutes, me working Nurse Angela's clit and the doctor kneading and pulling on her tits, when suddenly she cried out in elation and ground her pussy into my mouth. I drank her in and kept licking hard until she stopped moving. Delicately, she lifted herself up and climbed off of me. She leaned in for another kiss and then stood up. It was then that I noticed that Dr. Simmons, still standing between my legs, was holding a riding crop identical to the one Headmistress used on us when we were naughty. It had a long, slender handle and a small, folded piece of leather at the end. "It seemed like you enjoyed that quite a bit," he said. "That's not proper behavior for a good St. Agatha's girl. I have instructions from your Headmistress to punish any of her pupils who come to me and display any deviant sexual tendencies." With that, he lifted up the crop and brought it down hard on my inner thigh. I screamed out a little, but in all honestly, I loved it. He brought it down hard on my other thigh, then holding it vertically, with the leather fold toward the bottom, he began to give me little smacks on my clit. They were delicate at first, but gradually got harder until each smack made me force my hips toward him in anticipation of the next one. After that, he stood to the side and gave me five more hard smack right on my ass, over the butt plug. This cause the plug to move in and out and the feeling drove me crazy. "OK, Ms. Avera, we've finally finished all the preparation and you are ready for the actual exam." As he said this, he ran one hand down my left thigh, towards my pussy, and then began to finger me with three fingers again. With his other hand, he unzipped his pants and removed his cock, which stunned me. There was no way that was going to fit inside me! I was both terrified and aroused with anticipation of the pounding I was about to get. I wanted to touch myself so bad, but I was still restrained. As if reading my thoughts, the doctor picked up a small bullet sized vibrator from the table next to him and began running it over my pussy, not quite touching my clit. Then he pulled out the fingers he had inside me and used them to guide his enormous cock to my entrance. Slowly, he began to work his way in and I felt myself stretching to take him. I couldn't believe my body could handle a cock that size, but it felt perfect. He began to work himself in and out, never touching my clit with the vibrator, just moving it around and teasing me with it. "Please," I said, "I need to cum now. I can't take it anymore." "Just wait, I don't want you coming before me," he responded. He continued to move in and out of me and I continued to get more and more aroused, if that was even possible. "Nurse Angela, please orally stimulate her nipples." I had almost forgotten that the nurse was in the room, but suddenly she was leaning over me, licking my nipples, moving back and forth between them and driving me crazy. While she leaned over me, I could feel her left hand making its way down my body toward my sopping wet pussy. "Not yet!" said the doctor, and her hand stopped somewhere on my lower abdomen. Dr. Simmons thrusts became stronger and stronger and I started to completely lose my mind. It was at that moment that he said, "Now you may bring her to climax, Nurse Angela." The nurse's left hand started moving lower on my body again and I felt her finger slip between the folds of my pussy and find my clit. "OHHHHHHH!" I yelled, unable to contain myself. I felt her take the vibrator from the doctor and she began to move it expertly over my clit and maybe ten seconds later everything exploded. I had never had an orgasm anywhere as intense as this one. Every cell in my body felt like it was exploding. My hips ground into Dr. Simmons, taking him even farther into me. Just as I did that he yelled, "Fuck, yeah, you little slut. Take that cock!" and his orgasm exploded into me. Nurse Angela removed her mouth from my tits and came up to give me another long, deep kiss. I kissed her back as sensuously as she kissed me. The doctor, still inside me, continued to move slowly in and out, and gave me few slaps on my clit with his bare hand. Finally, Dr. Simmons pulled out of me and cleaned himself off with a towel that Nurse Angela handed him. He put his cock back inside his pants, with me watching it longingly the whole way. "Clean her up, nurse, and I will go enter her birth control prescription into the computer." Without another word to me, he walked out of the exam room. Nurse Angela walked to the head of the table and removed the restraints from my arms. I could barely move at that point, so she helped me to sit up. She unclipped the clamps from my nipples, giving each one a tiny, thrilling, squeeze as she did so. "I'll help you get dressed now," she said. For some reason, probably because she was still mostly naked, I found this funny and gave a little giggle. "You did great today," she said. "Your body tolerated the first exam very well." "First exam?" I asked, with both fear and anticipation in my voice. "Oh, yes," she replied. "Dr. Simmons is going to need to see you once a week for the foreseeable future to monitor your sexual progress and health. Shall I schedule you for the same time next Thursday?" "Definitely," I answered. Schoolgirl Visits the Doctor Ch. 02 As I walked out of the exam room and passed through the waiting room, I realized that the nurse had not removed my butt plug. The motion of walking caused it to stimulate my ass and kept me turned on for my whole walk back to the St. Agatha's dorm. I left it in until right before bedtime. Not wanting my roommate to know anything was amiss, I went to the bathroom and removed it. As I pulled it out, I felt a relaxing sensation and looked forward to the next time I could use it on myself. I went back to my room and changed into my pajamas -- tight shorts and a white camisole that was practically see through -- and climbed into bed. I lay there a long time until I was sure my roommate was asleep, then I began to run my fingers over my body, pinching my nipples and fingering my clit, thinking about the events of the day. At some point I must have started moaning, because I suddenly heard my name. "What are you doing, Elise?" Crap, my nosy roommate was awake. "Nothing," I said, and rolled over to face the wall. A few seconds later I felt her tap me on the shoulder. I rolled back the other way to face her and saw that she was kneeling next to my bed and only wearing her regulation thin cotton panties, no top. Her nipples were pointing right at me and I instantly thought of Nurse Angela and felt moisture spread through my crotch. "I can help with that," Marie said as she looked at my hand between my legs. "What do you mean?" I asked. As I said this, she held up a purple, curved vibrator with a white handle. She smiled at me and turned it on. "Just hold still," she said and pulled back the covers with her free hand. She started to rub the vibrator over my camisole against my nipples, all the while staring at me like I was a delicious snack. "I've wanted to get you off since the day we moved in together," she said, starting to move the vibrator down my body. With one hand, she lifted the waistband of my panties and slid the vibrator between my legs and slipped it between my pussy lips. I felt an instant charge and cried out "OH!" Marie quickly put the hand not holding the vibrator over my mouth to keep me quiet. Then she started pushing the vibrator against my clit and sliding it back and forth, getting it wet with my juices. Every few strokes, she would slide it inside me and I would moan loudly in ecstasy, but then she would refocus on my clit. I could feel the orgasm building inside of me as she continued to stimulate me. Finally, I screamed loud against her hand as I came almost as hard as I did at the doctor's office that afternoon. Unfortunately, Marie's hand wasn't enough to keep me quiet, because suddenly the door to our room opened and our dorm matron was standing in the entry in her robe. "I've always suspected you two of deviant behavior, and now I have proof. Get some sleep because tomorrow I'm going to tell Headmistress all about this." She grinned like the cat who ate the canary and left the room. I was horrified, but when I looked at Marie, she seemed almost pleased about this development. She gave me a quick kiss between my legs, then climbed back into bed. The next morning, I got up and showered as usual and got dressed in my school uniform. I was a little embarrassed about the night before so I kept my back to Marie the whole time. After breakfast, which I barely ate, the Dorm Matron, Ms. Richardson, escorted us to the Headmistress' office. She left us in the waiting room, where the secretary stared at us with disapproving looks. "Headmistress is in with Father Thompkins at the moment. She'll be right with you," she said, with barely disguised scorn. Just then, her intercom gave a short beep and we heard, "Please send the girls in, Ms. Smith." Ms. Smith just looked at us, so we both stood up and walked into the Headmistress' office. Headmistress' office was very dark, with a large oak desk facing the door. She sat behind it in her nun's habit, with her fingers tented in front of her face. For the Headmistress of an all-girls Catholic school, Sister Genevieve was very young, probably 30. She wore a form fitting black dress, rather than the tent like dresses you would assume nuns wear. She had enormous breasts that were hard to take your eyes off of when she was talking to you. Father Thompkins sat in the only other chair in the room, facing Headmistress, his back to us. I had seen him before at the school. He was also young-ish, with dark brown hair and blue eyes. A lot of the girls had crushes on him. "Well, girls," Headmistress began, "Ms. Richardson said she walked in on you two in the midst of some extremely deviant behavior. Is that correct?" "Actually, we weren't in the middle. Elise had just finished," Marie said, to my utter astonishment. I looked at her and she had a small smirk on her face. "That is quite enough sass from you, young lady," Headmistress said. "I have to say, I expected better from you, Ms. Avera, but after the report I received from Dr. Simmons, I'm no longer surprised that you would engage in such dirty behavior." Oh my god, Dr. Simmons told her about my appointment??? I could feel my whole face turn red and I wanted to die of shame. Headmistress continued, "I've asked Father Thompkins to remain behind because of the severity of these transgressions. I want to be sure we appropriately address them. Now, who would like to receive their punishment first?" Marie's hand practically shot to the ceiling in excitement. "Very well, Ms. Ducaine, come around to this side of the desk and bend over." Marie walked around the desk and turned to face me and Father Thompkins, grinning the whole time. As she leaned over the desk, I could see her tits through the opening at the top of her blouse. She clearly wasn't wearing a bra. Peeking under Marie's skirt, Sister Genevieve said, "I see you've prepared for punishment by removing your panties before you arrived. Very good, Ms. Ducaine. I'm going to do a quick hygiene inspection before we get started with the punishment." With that, she placed her right hand between Marie's legs and began fondling her, checking for a clean shave. I was very familiar with these inspections. They were necessary for our health and well-being, but it was very difficult to not get turned on by them. It looked like Marie was definitely feeling good at the moment. "Very nice, Ms. Ducaine, not a trace of hair and your vagina is appropriately lubricated," Headmistress said. "We'll now commence with the punishment." She then opened the drawer to her left and pulled out a riding crop very similar to the one Dr. Simmons had used on me the day before. I got a little aroused looking at it, which I thought was weird. As I watched, Headmistress lifted up the riding crop with her left hand and brought it down hard on Marie's ass. Marie flinched and then moaned, sticking her ass higher up in the air. Headmistress continued to smack Marie's ass 14 more times, alternating the location to spread the paid around. Suddenly, Headmistress looked up at me. "Ms. Avera, I believe Father Thompkins needs a little assistance. Would you please help him out?" I had honestly forgotten Father Thompkins was in the room, because I was so intent on watching Marie get spanked. Frankly, it was incredibly hot. I looked at the priest and saw that he had turned halfway around in his chair and was holding his hand out to me. I took it and he guided me in front of him. I looked down and saw that he had unzipped his pants and removed his enormous erection, which he was fondling with his other hand. Christ, I was wet. Father Thompkins guided me down to my knees and I leaned over his hard cock, which he lifted up and pressed against my lips. I opened my mouth and took his cock in as far as I could. It was really quite large. I had tried deep throating in the past and it was not for me, so I tried to make up for it with my enthusiasm for sucking cock. I let my saliva run down the shaft of his dick and wrapped my hands around it and started working up and down, moving about the top third in and out of my mouth at the same time. Father Thompkins leaned back in the chair and watched me work. "You St. Agatha's girls will take cock any way you can get it, won't you?" he said, haltingly. "Although apparently, you love pussy, too." I kept working on Father Thompkins cock, while listening to the spanking going on behind me at Headmistress' desk. It sounded like the smacks were getting smaller and that Marie was getting close to coming. Just then, Father Thompkins lifted me off his dick and sat up. "I think I'm going to take your punishment into my own hands, Ms. Avera," he said, standing up and turning me around to face Marie and Headmistress. By this point, Marie had stood up behind the desk and was looking incredibly frustrated. She must not have cum yet. As I watched, Headmistress reached around from behind Marie and began to unbutton her blouse. As Marie's shirt fell to the floor, I got a quick thrill at the sight of her perky tits. Headmistress reached around in front of Marie and began to play with her nipples. "Do you like that, Ms. Ducaine? You deviant girls get turned on by the slightest thing. Ms. Avera, please remove your blouse as well," she said, looking up at me. I did as I was told, although unlike Marie, I was wearing a bra. I felt Father Thompkins unclasp it and it fell off my arms to the floor. My nipples were hard as tiny rocks and I really wanted someone to touch them. Father Thompkins accommodated me, reaching around and kneading my breasts and pinching my nipples hard. I was so turned on, I couldn't think straight. "Ms. Avera, you're going to demonstrate the deviant behavior that brought you here today," Headmistress said. As she did so, she guided Marie onto the desk to an upright kneeling position, still facing me. "Lean over and bring Ms. Ducaine to climax, Ms. Avera." I looked at Marie, who looked like she'd just won a prize. Just then, Father Thompkins walked up behind me and leaned me over the desk until my face was right in front of Marie's dripping wet pussy. I had never been with a woman in my life and now I was about to eat pussy for the second time in two days. This was almost too much. Almost. Marie scooted forward and I found my face pressed right up against her. I reached out my tongue between her folds until I found her clit and began to lick. Marie moaned and just then I felt a SMACK on my ass. Father Thompkins was spanking me! "You. Are. Such. A. Bad. Girl," Father Thompkins said with each smack. Each smack to my ass drove my tongue deeper into Marie's soaking pussy, and she let out a sharp moan with each thrust. He backed off for a second and I felt him lower my panties down to my thighs, then he started smacking me again, with a definite focus on my pussy. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter with each smack. I continued to go to town on Marie's clit, and I could tell she was enjoying that immensely. Suddenly, I felt the familiar drip of lube in my ass crack again. Where had that come from? Then something slid in my ass again. I think it was Father Thompkins' finger, but I couldn't see what was happening so I can't be sure. Whatever it was, it moved in and out slowly, and then I felt what I think was another finger slide into my pussy and possibly a thumb start fingering my clit. I started rocking my hips back and forth along with the movements of whatever was playing with me down there, all while keeping my tongue focused on Marie. Finally, after a long while, Marie came with a loud moan and leaned back against Headmistress, who continued to fondle her tits. The stimulation going on in my pussy region continued as Marie climbed down from the desk. The next thing I know, Headmistress is climbing up in front of me and lifting her skirt. She shoved her hair-less dripping wet pussy in front of my mouth and I went to work again. I looked up and she and Marie were kissing off to the side while Marie slid her hands inside Headmistress' top. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to coming, but just when I thought I was going to, Father Thompkins would take his thumb off my clit and wait a few seconds. It was pure agony. After a long few minutes, Headmistress came loudly as well and climbed down off the table. I was still being fondled from behind, but just then then hand pulled away and Father Thompkins stood me up. "Your turn, slut," he said, sitting down on the chair again, his cock pointing upward. I was still facing away from him and he pulled me down onto his lap. His cock slid into my sopping pussy with almost no resistance and I moaned as I felt it push into me. He guided me to start bouncing up and down on his hard cock, while his hands held my tits. I slid up and down on him, loving the feeling of his hard cock inside me. Maybe I was a slut? Did it really matter? As I worked myself on Father Thompkins dick, Marie had come around to kneel in front of me. I slowed down with the bouncing and started grinding myself against Father Thompkins, and Marie leaned forward and started licking my tits. Father Thompkins reached down and started playing with my clit. I was overwhelmed by everything that was happening. Marie and Father Thompkins switched positions on me then, with his hands going back to my tits and Marie making her way down to my clit. Marie started to lick me vigorously while Father Thompkins pinched my nipples and I moved up and down on his cock. I couldn't take it anymore. I came. Hard. As I did so, I felt Father Thompkins jam his cock into me and groan. I felt the waves of the orgasm wash over me as Marie continued to lick me. I leaned back against Father Thompkins. It was then that I noticed Headmistress filming us. She must have seen the confused look on my face, because she put the phone down. "This is for your student record. We need documentation of your deviancy, so that we know what kind of student you are." I honestly didn't care at that point; I was so exhausted from the orgy. Father Thompkins lifted me to a standing position and turned me around. "Clean me up," he said, with a sneer and lowered my head to his slick cock. I leaned over and started licking all over, relishing the taste of my own pussy mixed with cum. All the while, I could feel his cum dripping down my legs. Finally, he lifted me off of him. I stood up straight and pulled my panties up. Marie and I finished dressing and waited for further instructions from Headmistress. "You girls are dismissed," Headmistress said as we finished putting our clothes on. "We will see you back in two weeks. This deviancy will not be cured overnight. You're going to need quite a bit of punishment." As we walked out of the office, the secretary looked up with the same expression as always. "See you soon, girls," she said as we walked away.

Shopping in a Short Skirt A Kelly's Diary Story by Kelly85 Summary: One of the best things about being a teenage girl is that it seems almost everyone wants to look at you. So far as I am concerned, the more the better. If you're willing - and daring, the opportunities to tease and play are endless. One of the best places is also one of the easiest to get to. This is for those of you who have ever wondered what it’s like to be one of those naughty, cock-teasing teenagers who love to drive you crazy at the mall. Chapter 1 – Planning For Summer I was eighteen and a newly minted high school graduate looking forward to college. Thus this was my last summer before becoming a college student and it was my intent to enjoy it as much as possible. Fortunately, my parents were paying for my schooling and expenses so it wasn't like I had to find a summer job like many of my friends. I DID baby-sit now and then but it was more because I enjoyed it than anything else. Being financially independent allowed me to pick and choose who I wanted to sit for which was fortunate as there were some people whose kids were absolute brats. Although they may not have known it, there was neighborhood “black list” that was maintained unofficially between the local girls. It should go without saying that I preferred to sit for people with well- behaved kids but it also helped when the parents themselves were more “interesting”. It’s funny how so many people think that they can leave things around and somehow think the babysitter won’t find them, or at least will ignore them. I’m talking about stuff like home videos they made of themselves that are left in the VCR, incriminating photos “hidden” in the backs of bedroom drawers, risqué lingerie, and much more. Once the kids are in bed it’s fun to rummage around and see what I can find. For me it’s sort of like an Easter egg hunt for naughty babysitters! Besides being nosy when I baby-sit, another of my favorite “hobbies” is teasing. Actually I’m not nearly the tease that some of the girls my age are. You know the ones I’m talking about - the girls who loved to get a boy all hot and bothered and then leave him stranded with a hard cock ready to burst any moment. No, while I did enjoy teasing to start with, usually I would “put out” as the boys like to say so I never earned the reputation of being a cockteaser. Still, there ARE times when teasing alone can be almost just as fun. Of course teasing doesn’t provide the physically satisfaction but sex is 80% mental for me anyway so it works out for the most part. Sometimes when I’m horny and masturbating at home just doesn’t quite quench my needs, I‘ll head over to the mall. Usually I’ll invite a friend or two to join me as it’s more fun to share the experience. Still, there are those times when I like to go out alone, especially when I’m REALLY horny and my hopes are that I’ll get an opportunity to do more than just tease. It shouldn't come as a surprise that a determined girl can get pretty much anything she wants at the mall and I don't mean what’s on the racks! As I said, most of the time I prefer to hang out at the mall with a friend or group of friends. There is just something about a pack of girls that just seems to draw the attention of boys yet at the same time it intimidates them such that all they do is watch and nurse their poor erections. There’s another good reason to travel in packs. Being alone at the mall is like having been cut from the herd, leaving you at the mercy of the predators. Fortunately, I’ve got several friends who share the same enthusiasm for my “hobby” as me, including my best friend Beth, so it’s not like I have to be alone too often unless I want it that way. While Beth and I often have fun together, my favorite “partner in crime” is my cousin Kristi. Just a little more than two years younger than me, she looks even younger making her by far more the boy magnet than I am. In addition, she’s always trying to go at least one step farther than me - no matter what I do. Part of that is simply her competitive nature but it can also be attributed to my future ambitions. My goal is to be a teacher in my old school district after I graduate and so while I didn’t mind the boys my age thinking I’m slut, I try to not be TOO bad since I know such a reputation in the community at-large won't help when it comes time to interview someday in the future. Kristi, on the other hand, has no solid plans for the future and thus lives only for the day. Based on her actions, she certainly has no problem with being well-known by all as the class slut; in fact, she seems to be quite proud of her stellar reputation. It doesn’t hurt that her mom, my Aunt Linda, is the neighborhood MILF, especially since she’s been known to have a taste for a few of her daughter’s boyfriends! Chapter 2 – Waking Up Horny For one reason or another I woke up particularly horny this day, even more than usual. I must’ve been having quite the dream judging from how wet as my pussy was when my eyes opened - too bad I couldn’t remember any of it! All I knew was my poor pussy was literally aching with need and there’s only one cure for that condition (assuming no boyfriends were around) – masturbation. Actually, I usually masturbate anyway to kick off my day but this morning there was no choice, I HAD to do it! My right hand reached between my bare legs before my eyes had even focused. All I could think about was how wonderful it would feel to have a nice hard cock sliding in between my smooth thighs. As I lay on my side I stretched my legs out and then curled them back under me but nothing seemed to help the itch between them. My middle finger slowly worked its way inside of me, easily sliding in between the folds of my wet pussy lips while my left hand squeezed my boobs and pinched my hardening nipples. Oh yeah, this was MUCH better! With my eyes STILL tightly closed I imagined Chuck, my current boyfriend, slipping into bed behind me. In my mind I imagined his hard naked body pressing up against me. I could all but feel the firmness of his erect cock pressing against the small of my back as he rubbed it up against me, letting me know what he wanted (as if I didn't know already!) Two of my fingers worked their way into my pussy as I lifted my leg and imagined Chuck’s erect cock moving down my back. I loved the feel of it as it passed between my ass cheeks and then started to poke me as it hunted for my pussy opening like a heat-seeking missile. I smiled to myself as I thought about how no matter how many times he fucked me, poor Chuck never seemed to be able to hit the bull’s-eye the first time. Usually he was too high and had to work his way down. More than once he inadvertently tried fucking my asshole but I quickly set him straight on that one! Typically I would end up just reaching down and grabbing his dick so I could hold him in the right position (not to mention outside the correct hole) while he made yet another attempt. My reward was well worth the effort when his cock would finally penetrated my tight pussy. There’s nothing like the feel of a man’s dick as it pushes its way into your pussy for the first time. It’s like you’re surrendering to him, accepting him into you as you feel yourself stretching impossibly apart. For just a moment it seems like he can never fit yet then he pops in and starts to rub up against the sensitive outer regions of my pussy, instantly driving me crazy with lust and desire. I fantasized how I would squeeze down on him, forcing him to push even harder to drive his teenage dick deeper into me. I rubbed my clit in little circles as I dreamed of Chuck’s warm hard cock now deep inside of me, struggling to get in yet even further as he pressed his hairy crotch up against me. I shuddered briefly as I recalled how I would sometime be tickled by the coarse thick pubic hair that surrounded the base of his dick. As I continued to masturbate, I longed for Chuck’s strong arms to be around me. He always made me feel so secure when he would hold me tightly against him, my boobs smashed in against his chest as he kissed my neck and shoulders. My hand on my boob reminded me how Chuck LOVED to play with my boobs (or tits as he liked to call them – a nasty term for them that I’ve always disliked). Yep, Chuck was a boob guy for sure. It seemed he was always trying to touch mine as if they were toys or something provided solely for his amusement. Everywhere we went Chuck would try to grope me, even in school and church! If he couldn't touch them then he would press up against me until my boobs were pressed tight against him. If all else failed, there was the old “peek down my dress” game where he tried to catch a peek of my chest. Not that I minded! Normally I would help him out by wearing clothing that could be easily unbuttoned or loose enough to give him a nice view. After all, what’s a girlfriend for if not to please her boyfriend? As I stroked my fingers in and out my wet pussy I used my thumb to rub over my hardened clit. As horny as I was this morning it didn't take long before I felt my first orgasm of the day threatening to make an appearance. I moaned loudly as the equivalent of a sharp electric shock ran through me, radiating from my pussy and reaching out to the tips of my toes and to the last strand of hair on my head. My back arched as my whole body tensed while my hand which was still working my pussy, keeping me on that knife edge where I tried to maintain myself, that edge between losing my orgasm and driving myself crazy. Finally it died down enough for me to relax and I just lay in bed with beads of sweat cascading from me as I panted and tried to catch my breath. Wow! I can’t think of a better way to start out your day – well, if you have to be alone that is. It felt so good to just lay there with my hand gently cupped over my pussy, just enough to apply a little pressure but not too much which might set me off again. Remnants of my orgasm seemed to be floating through me, tickling me here and there like a feather being drawn slowly over my body. The warmth of my pussy felt good against my hand as I lightly traced the fingertips of my other hand over my stomach and breasts. Sometimes I would shiver uncontrollably as I touched just that right spot and my legs closed tightly over my hand, holding me in place as I held myself. Chapter 3 – Getting Myself Ready Eventually I knew I had to get going although thoughts of another round of masturbation briefly flashed through my head. Sometimes I could go most of the morning this way, driving myself hard to an orgasm and then enjoying the aftermath for a while before going for it again. Today, even though I was still horny, I decided to get up and see what the day could offer so I rose from my bed and took a peek outside. The summer sun was out and it looked like a great July day was just beginning. Of all the seasons I love summer the best, not the least because usually it meant I didn't have to wear very much outside. As I went to the bathroom to take a shower and clean myself up, I thought about what I wanted to do today. Since I was still horny as hell a couple of options quickly came to mind. Of course, Chuck was my first choice. I suppose I don’t need to say that he was always willing to fuck me whenever I asked for it. I mean, what teenage boy would turn down a request from his girlfriend to come over and fuck her? Unfortunately, Chuck was away for the week for some sports camp thing so that killed that idea. I briefly considered dropping in on my dad at his downtown office. That was a little more risky, especially if my goal was to have sex with him. Of course it was the element of risk that made it even better for both of us. To have my dad fucking me while he was on a conference call was SOOOOO hot. Thanks goodness he didn’t do video conference thing very often! It was all a moot point though as once again fate intervened. Last night at supper he’d mentioned something about important clients coming in today from overseas. Even though I knew he would do anything he could to make me happy, I didn’t like to interrupt his work if I could avoid it. Well, that left another option – head to the mall and tease some boys. Such a trip usually meant no sex, but it was the next best thing and as I mentioned earlier, was typically a lot of fun. After I got out of the bathroom I jumped back on my bed feeling the cool soft sheets against my warm naked body and called my cousin Kristi to see if she was available. As luck would finally have it, it turned out she was feeling much the same way I was and it made me hot as she described how she had masturbated this morning as well. Like me, Kristi’s thoughts had revolved about some new boy that she’d recently met and it made me start to feel warm between my legs again as I listened to her describe her latest fantasy. When she was finished, I mentioned my idea and we both agreed that a mall trip was just the thing for us today. We agreed for me to pick her up sometime after noon and spend most of the afternoon seeing what trouble we could cause. Most guys probably have no idea how much work actually goes into preparing for a day like this at the mall. It’s not like you just throw on some clothes and drive over – which I would say is the scenario for most guys judging by how they look once they’re there. There are all sorts of factors to take into consideration such as what age group is being targeting? Options included teenage boys, young men, or in some cases even older guys and especially husbands. It wasn’t any different than getting ready to go fishing - you had to choose your bait depending on what you wanted to catch. The teen boys are the easiest. They aren’t looking for anything subtle and would have undoubtedly been satisfied if we simply strolled in nude. It’s sort of like when I have sex with them – they want everything fast and quick with no foreplay other than what they thought they were obligated to provide. It seems that the older guys get, the less blatant they want me to dress. Unlike the young guys, older men, especially the married ones, seem to prefer fantasizing more about what they could do with me rather than seeing it all outright. It’s sort of like where I’ve read that strippers claim that it’s what they DON’T show that makes them erotic rather than what they reveal up front. In the state of mind I was in today, being subtle was not my list of options which led me to think of the day as a good day to simply “troll” for teenage boys. Since it was midweek, and the older guys would be working anyway, there were always packs of teenage boys roaming the malls. Although it was like fishing a stocked pond for me, I’m sure having them around was a bit if a concern for the mall security guards! There seems to be a bit of a double standard in that regard because if a group of girls goes to a mall it’s OK but when boys congregate the guards get nervous. Maybe it’s because packs of girls are considered “safe” whereas a group of boys is considered a “gang” - something to be feared and watched. Back to my getting dressed... Over time I’ve developed what I guess you could call a standard “uniform” for each of my “targets”. For today I would be fishing for younger teenage boys so I knew it was all about the visuals. Looking through my closet, I carefully selected a short-short denim skirt with a skin-tight pink cami top. The skirt hugged my hips tightly and then loosened up for just a few inches. Thus even while the hem might bounce around a little, hinting at the possibility of showing something if I moved just a little too fast, the tight band around my hips kept anything private from going on display unless I specifically wanted it to. The cami was light pink with thin spaghetti straps. It was at least one size too small for me if not two which allowed a few inches of my tanned midriff to be exposed above my skirt. It was skin tight everywhere else and without a bra underneath (I wouldn’t have been caught dead with one on while wearing this outfit!) it hugged my boobs like it was painted on and clearly outlined my nipples – even when they were NOT aroused. One thing about a cami like this. It tended to be more accurate than any bathroom scale could ever dream of being. What I mean is that if I gain even an ounce it tells me and anything close to a pound was cause for alarm as it simply wouldn’t stretch enough to pull over. Since I was going to a public mall, a LITTLE discretion was required so I chose a pair of standard white cotton panties my mom had picked up on sale from Macy’s. I think guys love cheerleader and schoolgirl outfits because they are things a “girl next door” would wear rather than those super sexy outfits the unattainable girls in the magazines wore. Seeing my cotton panties probably made them think that they just might, barely, have a shot at nailing me. My shoes were chosen with the careful attention as the rest of my outfit. Sexy heels were for the older guys where the rule was the higher the better. Open-toed was a must and the less material the better, even if that meant they were uncomfortable. For my young guys today, it was pink sneakers with white anklets – the same thing their sister’s friends wore, the girls they went to bed at night masturbating about. Hopefully now you see that being a tease at the mall is not as simple as you might have thought. It takes a lot of planning and experience is needed to pull it off successfully. I claim success when everyone involved - me included, masturbates as soon as they get home, or hopefully even sooner! Chapter 4 – Detour to Kristi’s I was dressed up with my hair in a ponytail (of course) and with one last glance in the mirror it was off to Kristi’s house. On my way downstairs I asked my mom for the car (a minor detail I’d overlooked in my initial planning). She looked me over from head to toe and just shook her head as if she was ready to give up on me. “God grief Kelly,” she sighed, “Don't tell me you're heading to the mall again to tease those poor boys.” From my naughty grin she knew she’d hit it on the head and she sighed again, “Why don’t you just go out and find a nice boy to fuck if you’re so horny? Frankly, I don't see what you get out of just teasing the poor kids anyway.” “Oh mom!” I pouted, “You’re the one who told me how you used to the same thing when you were my age so what’s wrong with me doing it? Besides, I like it when they look at me that way.” I grinned at her and gave her a searching look saying, “Besides, I think you’re proud of me when I dress like this, aren’t you?” “Now Kelly, don’t exaggerate. You know full well that I NEVER did half the things you do when I was your age,” my mom replied with wag of her finger at me. “Alright, you can have the car but be careful.” She paused and then a smile broke out on her face, “And yes... I AM proud of my sexy daughter.” Grabbing the keys, I jumped up and gave her a kiss on the cheek and then I was off! Driving over to Kristi’s house I couldn't help but reach under my skirt and press my fingers against my clit through my cotton panties. It might be a bad habit, but I love playing with myself when I drive around town. It’s so cool to pull up next to a guy in his car and smile while I toy with myself and he had no idea what I’m doing. Being it was only a few minutes to my cousin’s house, there wasn't enough time to really get going but it was enough to get me started. When I pulled up to the curb I stopped the engine and for a few minutes I kept rubbing myself. Finally, I shook my head and stopped touching myself or else I might have just stayed in the car until I came again. Besides, it was too hot out without the air conditioning going. I got out, straightened up my skirt just a little bit, and slowly walked up the steps to her house. Her neighbor was outside, a boy who looked to be about eighth grade or so. The kid was obviously starting to appreciate girls as he stopped goofing around with his baseball and just stood there, unabashedly stared at me. I just turned away and shook my head – he was a little on the young side, even for teasing! Kristi must have been watching out for me because she opened the front door as I went up the last steps. As she let me in she also noticed her little neighbor who was still staring our way, making no attempt to even pretend he wasn’t staring. God, did he have no shame? “Ahhhhh, I see you’ve met Bad Billy, our neighborhood’s youngest pervert,” she said, laughing with me. “I swear he’s tried looking into our windows at night. As you can see, the kid has absolutely no shame – he just stares all the time – even at my mom!” We both laughed more at that but it didn't surprise me. I think I mentioned before that my Aunt Linda was what the boys at school called a MILF – Mother I’d Like to Fuck. She had to get a divorce way back when Kristi was young and kept herself in great shape making her single – and HOT. From what my mom and Kristi had told me, I knew my aunt maintained quite an active sex life. She stuck mostly with men her age although Kristi has hinted more than a few times that her boyfriends may have gotten more than they’d counted on when she brought them home! Somehow I doubted that Aunt Linda would have been interested in a kid as young as Bad Billy but it didn't take a genius to understand why Billy had more than a passing interested in her! My thoughts were interrupted when Kristi told me that she was ready to go. Looking her over, I noticed that she was dressed quite similar to me. Her skirt had a slightly different pattern and she preferred a white cami but otherwise you would have thought we were twin sisters, at least in terms of how we dressed. Although I couldn't see them, from past experience I suspected she had on her favorite skimpy white thong in lieu of the cotton panties I’d chosen to wear. You could never be sure though as Kristi wasn’t above not wearing anything at all under a skirt, no matter where she was going. We were both the only kids in our families so Kristi was probably the next best thing I had to having my own sister. There have been times when I have wondered what it would have been like to have had a real sister or even better yet – am older brother! Mmmmmmm, that had all sorts of possibilities! We were about to head out when my Aunt Linda came downstairs to say hello. “Well my oh my, look at the two of you,” she said shaking her head in mock despair, “I have to say, the you girls make the perfect pair of slutty mall cock-teasers if I dare say so.” Kristi just laughed and tossed her hair back seductively. “Oh Mommmmmm, sure you don’t want to join us?” she said with a naughty grin. Aunt Linda just rolled her eyes at that one. “I hate to admit it, but those days are over for me. You girls can get away with it looking like you do but people would think I was just a hooker or a some poor woman trying to relive her childhood.” This time it was Kristi and me rolling our eyes. My Aunt Linda looked ten years younger than she was and still turned heads everywhere she went. I could only imagine the looks we would have gotten if she was with us – a cougar mom with what looked to be her two slutty daughters trolling the mall for some male companionship. Mmmmmmm, the possibilities were endless and a bit kinky as well! I knew she and Kristi often DID go out together but she had never done it with both of us. My mom wasn’t into that sort of thing, at least not at her age so I had to envy Kristi a little on this one. Kristi grabbed by the arm and pulled me to the door. She was about to open it when she looked through the glass storm door and turned her head back to me. “I see Bad Billy’s still out there. What do you say - wanna put on a little show for the nasty perv?” she asked me in a conspiratorial whisper, as if he could somehow hear her in the house. Honestly the idea really didn't appeal to me all that much. First he was way too young for me. Even so, maybe another time or place but today I was anxious to get to the mall where all the cute guys were and now she wanted to waste valuable time on some kid who probably masturbated every day dreaming of fucking Kristi (and maybe even her mom!) Well, I could tell from the twinkle in her eye she wanted to do it for whatever reason so I relented even though I had no idea what crazy idea she was hatching. As usual when it came to Kristi, I didn't have to wait long to find out. Kristi reached under her skirt and pulled down her thong, quickly slipping it off her feet and stuffing it into her purse. She looked at me and huffed overdramatically, “Well, you gonna take yours off or do I have to do it for you?” As much as the idea of having Kristi reach under my skirt appealed to me, I shrugged and dropped my panties as well, balling them up in a tight wad and stuffing them into my little purse. Kristi watched me with an amused look. “What’s with the granny panties cuz?” she smirked, “I didn’t even know you OWNED a pair like those.” I just ignored her as no matter what I said it wouldn’t help. It was embarrassing enough that she saw them. My mind was beginning to form an idea now of what her plans were, and all I could think of was how she was going to get away with it without putting on a show for the entire neighborhood – or maybe that WAS her plan! In any case Kristi took my hand again and we stepped outside. My aunt was close behind us, watching through the glass storm door to see what we were up to. No doubt she was wishing she could join us as she was as much as showoff as her daughter. Not that it hurt her real estate sales! As we stepped out I noticed Billy was still watching and just like Kristi had foretold, he just sat there on his front step and stared at us as if he didn't care that we saw him or not. Is this how sex perverts get started out in life? I wondered if we would be seeing him someday on Date-Line or another TV show on sexual predators. Kristi led the way to a spot about halfway down the concrete walk and then stopped, turning her back to Billy and twisting my arm to make me stand next to her. “OK girl, now let’s give the little perv something to jerk off about!” she whispered to me excitedly. “I’ll bet ya lunch I can be nastier than you.” This was classic Kristi, always competitive, always trying to be one-up on her older cousin, especially when it came to sex. I gave her a look that clearly announced that there was no way she was going to win this one and she just grinned at the challenge. We both bent over and Kristi looked over her shoulder and waved to Billy as our bare asses were exposed to his view. As much as he’d probably been dreaming of such a sight, I doubted he ever honestly expected it to happen as his eyes widened and his mouth hung open like a fish out of water. I could lonely imagine the dirty thoughts going through his mind at the sight of our two tanned teenage asses. I spread my legs wider and leaned over further until I could see him upside down through my legs. Kristi followed up by putting her hands on her ass and spreading her cheeks apart, giving him a nice view of her asshole and pussy. Not to be outdone, I reached between my legs and pushed a finger into my pussy. God, I couldn't believe I was doing this in the middle of the neighborhood but the wetness in my pussy betrayed the thrill it was giving me. I pushed my finger deeper into me and looked over at Kristi who winked at me and then promptly put her own finger in her pussy. The two of us were bent over fingering ourselves and I wondered how far this was going to go when Kristi took her fingers out and then stood up and proceeded to suck the pussy juice off of them like a wet popsicle. Just then the front door opened and my aunt called out to us, “OK girls, that's about enough. Now get going before someone sees you and calls the police!” We both laughed and with a wave to Billy we hurried to my car. We jumped in and Kristi laughed at me, “HA! I won!” she crowed triumphantly. “No fair,” I protested, “Your mom stopped up before I could do anything. It was a tie.” Once again my cousin had outdone me. Chapter 5 – The Food Court We both had a good laugh as we talked about out little antics in the front yard. It wasn't long until I pulled into the mall parking lot. Before we got out we slipped our underwear back on. Kristi started to make another wise-ass comment about my oversized panties but I shushed her and glared. On our way to the food court entrance we passed an older couple leaving the mall. I grinned at the poor husband whose eyes were clearly wandering. His frumpy wife poked him in the side with her elbow and gave us both a nasty look that clearly indicated what she thought of us. It really didn't matter what she thought about me as it was her husband’s reaction that mattered to me more. At the entrance was the usual security guard, a pot-bellied middle-aged guy wearing a dark blue rent-a-cop uniform whose sole mission seemed to be to harass the kids trying it have fun at the mall. It should have been obvious that neither Kristi and I were hiding anything – I couldn't have fit a straw inside my dress let alone a knife or gun! Nevertheless the idiot stopped us and declared that he had to check out our purses. Well, his hands may have been inspecting our purses but his eyes were definitely inspecting something else. He was evidently a breast-man from the way his gaze kept shifting from Kristi’s boobs to mine and then back to hers again. This was one time I held a distinct advantage over Kristi. My boobs may not have been as large as I wished they were, but they were at least a cup size bigger than Kristi’s. At the same time, that was part of her “little girl” appeal in that most people would never had believed she was sixteen based on her boobs – or lack of them. Finally, Barney Fife established that our purses were empty except for our ATM cards and makeup so he handed them back to us while trying to maintain a stern demeanor. We twirled around and looked at each other as we walked through the doors, trying not to burst out laughing at the fumbling guard behind us. The food court was set up with the usual variety of food kiosks on both sides and the tables in the center as you walked towards the main shopping area of the mall. Instinctively I took note of the people looking at us as we walked around the table area. The reactions were all about the same – the boys stared at us liked idiots, the older guys stared as well but at least tried not to be so obvious about in their interest in two younger girls, the girls ignored us and (best of all so far as I was concerned) the mothers and wives gave us looks that could kill. Having skipped breakfast and lunch, I was starving so we stopped and got in line for some Chinese food – my downfall when it comes to keeping to a healthy diet. The Chinese kiosk was being run that day by several high-school boys who appeared to know us, probably from school. That wasn’t such a big surprise as I’d just graduated and Kristi was about to be a Junior so between the two of us we probably were known by most every guy in school. Of course, we never wore outfits like this to school although I’m sure we would have if the dress code would have allowed. As we paid for our meals a cute guy behind the register kept looking at Kristi and smiling. I noticed she was putting on her patented flirty look back at him and as we walked away I asked her what the story was. She just grinned at me with that smile and without a word spoken I knew exactly what she meant. “You’re kidding,” I said, glancing back at him to catch another look, “When did he do you?” Kristi flipped her hair back and smiled at another group of guys sitting at one of the tables before she answered me. “Ohhhhhh, it was almost a year ago but ever since he’s been trying to get back in my panties! I mean, he’s cute and all but damn, what a lousy fuck. God, I think he came ten seconds after I started sucking him! The only good things was that at least he stayed hard enough afterwards to fuck me but you know how it is with guys like him, all he wanted to do was get himself off. I had to do myself afterwards to get myself off.” I just nodded as I knew that for Kristi, in the end that was what mattered most. She wasn't hung up on looks, money or personality. A guy could be deficit in any of those areas but the one thing she couldn't tolerate was bad or incompetent sex. Some people might say she was a bit shallow but at her age (she had just turned sixteen two months ago) she wasn’t looking for a husband or anything so as far as I was concerned she had her priorities straight. We finally found an empty table where we both sat down across from one another. As I crossed my legs I could feel my skirt riding up my thighs but I didn’t make any effort to pull it down. From the way that the plastic seat felt cold against my ass, I knew without looking that the skirt must be showing at least half my bottom. Kristi was seated across from me and she leaned over and whispered to me. “Don’t look Kelly but you should see the way those two old ladies over there are staring at us.” I raised my eyebrows and despite her warning, glanced to each side looking for whomever she was talking about. Sure enough, over to the right side of us were two older women who looked to be in their fifties or sixties. I knew that they had to be talking about us from the way their eyes looked away as soon as mine locked onto them. Then they would whisper something and try looking back again. From the frowns on their faces I was pretty sure they weren’t paying us any compliments – at least not what they would consider compliments. What made me happier though (and hornier) were the boys that Kristi had smiled at on the way to our table. They looked to be about sixteen or so – Kristi’s age, and had just thrown away their garbage and were now walking over to us. There were five of them but the one in front was clearly the alpha leader. He was taller than the others and looked a little bit older but it was his swagger and attitude that identified his spot in their pecking order. I couldn't help but notice his tight ass through the jeans as well as the lean cut of his body. Mmmmmmm, the boy was surely in shape! I figured he was probably a football player or wrestler in school. “Hey Kristi, looking hot today,” he said as they reached out table. Then he looked at me and smiled, “I see you brought your cousin with today.” I looked at him but our eyes never met because his were fixed squarely on my boobs. I’m not sure why boobs fascinate men so much but I’m sure glad for whatever it is that makes them love them so. It’s like Mother nature gave girls the ultimate prize when it came to controlling men. I could feel my nipples against the fabric of my cami and I knew without looking they must be sticking through it nicely for him to see. My camisole hugged me tight and I loved the way it rubbed against my nipples whenever I moved, encouraging them to harden even more. “So... see something you like Michael?” Kristi teased him in a flirty voice Michael was certainly bold for a boy his age. He never took his eyes off my boobs for a second when he answered her saying, “Oh yea, I DEFINITELY see something I like – a couple of things in fact!” Well, with a hunky body like his I guess he could afford to be a bit brash. I imagined every girl in school wanted to get between him and his Calvins! It made me wonder if Kristi had already. It certainly wouldn’t have surprised me if she had. Actually, it would have surprised me more if she hadn’t! The other guys stood a bit further back, a little more shy I guess or perhaps it was just the classic case of an alpha male taking control. Hmmm, I would have loved for Michael to take control of me right now! Michael licked his lips a bit and then turned back to Kristi. I smiled to myself as I noticed that his eyes never went higher than her chest. Hmmm, yep - definitely a boob man! “So Kristi,” he went on softly, “Is your cousin as ‘talented’ as you are?” Kristi looked over at me and winked. Well, that helped explain things. Obviously she had at least sucked off Michael in the past and judging from the way she as looking at his crotch I had the distinct feeling that she was hoping for another chance at his cock right about then. I figured the odds were he’d fucked her as I couldn't conceive how my slutty cousin would have passed up chance to be fucked by a guy like him. Besides, while I might have a rep for blow jobs on the first date, I didn’t usually put out until the second or third date whereas Kristi typically didn't bother playing the game and just did it the first time. Kristi squirmed a bit in her seat, which I knew was a clear sign that she was horny as hell. It would have been an easy bet that had she been alone without me in the way that she and Michael would be heading out to his car about now – or anywhere for that matter where they could get down to business. Not that I had ever stopped her from doing it even now, it was just we had other objectives for the day and tempting as he was, he’d be available another time. Still, Kristi couldn't help but tease him a bit more though. “Hmmmmmm, well I think she’s quite talented,” she said in a husky voice, winking again at me. Michael grinned, catching on quickly to what she was inferring. “Oh? Kissing cousins, eh?” he said with a smirk. Kristi and I both giggled. We didn't have to say anything as from the look of the growing bulge in his pants Michael’s imagination was running in high gear and anything we said would probably not been as hot as what he was imagining! It was no different than us sitting there in our outfits. Although I’m sure he would’ve loved to have seen us both nude, we were exposing just enough to let his teenage hormone-driven mind imagine far more than we could’ve ever shown him. Michael’s stiffening cock was clearly outlined in his crotch now – the poor boy’s balls must have been near busting! For a moment I contemplated what fun we could have with him but again I held back. It was enough fun for now to just tease him like this in the middle of the food court. During the exchange we’d both eaten what we wanted of our meals and so I looked at her and she understood what I was thinking. We both got up and grabbed our trays. Kristi patted Michael on the ass lightly and gave him one of her classic slutty looks. “Sorry boys, maybe another day?” she teased in a bit of a southern drawl which was funny, at least to me, as she’d never been more than a hundred miles south of Pittsburgh. “Anytime Kristi,” Michael replied, “And your cousin’s free to join in. I’m sure you’ll vouch for me after our last time.” Kristi giggled like a little grade-school girl and looked at me with a big grin. Yep, I was sure now that she’d fucked him before. We turned away from them and walked over to the garbage can with our trays, wiggling our butts naughtily for the benefit of the eyes we knew were staring at them. From the garbage can we turned down the hallway and entered the mall proper where I gave Kristi a questioning look and asked, “Spill it girl, so how many times has he fucked you?” Kristi laughed replying, “Oh just a few... Don’t look at me like that - I saw you staring at his erection through his jeans. God... he has this HUGE cock and man, can he stay hard all night! Mmmmmmm, I LOVED it!” We both laughed and went on our way. As we strolled through the mall we pretended not to notice the stares and looks from almost every guy we passed by. It didn't matter how old they were – teenagers through grandfathers, they couldn't keep their eyes off two teenage girls in short skirts – especially ones as short as ours were. My pussy was feeling a bit tingly from all the attention so I hope it doesn't sound too egoistical to say that it was a huge turn-on knowing that so many guys looked at me and wished that they could get under my skirt. It may sound a bit trite but I love knowing that that most of them would have been willing to give up most anything for a chance to fuck either of us. Of course, they knew as well as I did that virtually none of them had a chance in hell of ever nailing a girl like me or Kristi but I’m sure they fantasized plenty about it. I whispered in Kristi’s ear, asking her how many masturbation sessions she thought we were inspiring! Kristi just laughed and I knew the idea turned her on just as much as it did me. Chapter 6 – Shoe Shopping We passed by a new shoe store that had recently opened when I noticed Kristi giving it an extra glance so I asked her if she wanted to go in and look around. She nodded and so we went inside. It was actually a new family shoe store with only a limited supply of high heels so we probably would have left quickly had it not been for the sole clerk in the store. He looked to be the same age as Michael but he was as opposite otherwise as you could get. Skinny as a rail and with a terrible haircut (it looked like some “mom with scissors” project), he looked like a stereotypical geek. Surprisingly, for someone working in sales he appeared to be quite shy but of course, it could have been he was a bit intimidated by us. Judging from the shoe styles I doubted that many of his customers came in looking like Kristi and me, probably more overweight soccer moms dragging in the kiddies. That said, all in all, he was the perfect target for us today! Kristi quickly found a pair of heels and walked slowly over to the guy, asking him if he had a pair in her size. He asked what size she wore and she shrugged, telling him that he would need to measure her foot. The poor guy looked totally flustered at this point but he eventually found a measuring tool and set it down on the floor in front of her. He had to kneel down and position her stocking covered foot in it and it was like he was touching a hot brand when he held her ankle. He was biting his lip and I noticed he was looking at her legs the whole time but trying hard not to let her notice. How typical! For some WEIRD reason guys always think they can look at girls without them knowing it. The real truth is the only time a girls doesn’t notice is when she doesn't WANT him to know she has noticed – if that makes any sense! The clerk told Kristi to wait a second and he would be right back. As soon as he was out of sight Kristi looked at me and giggled. “Poor guy,” she said, pushing her foot back in her shoe, “I wonder if he’s touching himself back there now? Did you see the hard-on he was getting?” I sat down in the chair next to her, crossing my legs to let my skirt ride up high on my ass. Looking at my cousin, I gave her my wicked smile and said, “Well, the way you were coming on to him, it’s a wonder he didn't cum in his pants right then and there! Hurry up, he’ll be back any second and you still need to take your thong off.” Kristi didn't even hesitate. One thing I loved about her, she never needed to be asked twice to take off something she was wearing! There was nobody else in the store and we were in the back away from the entrance so she quickly slid her thong down to her ankles and stepped out of them. She reached down to pick them off the carpeted floor and handed them to me. Feeling the urge to do something naughty, I held them to my nose and I could smell her wetness. Oh yeah, the girl was horny all right! “Oh Kelly, you are soooooo bad. Put those away you naughty girl!” she hissed at me. I just grinned back at her and slid them under me just in time as he was on his way back with several boxes piled high in his arms. “Do you need me to sit down?” she asked him innocently. The boy cleared his throat and nodded. For a salesman, he certainly didn't seem to have much to say! Kristi sat down with her legs tight together, holding out her right foot for him like Cinderella waiting for her silver slipper. Her skirt was riding high up in her lap now and the only thing hiding her bare pussy from view was her thighs clamped tightly together. The guy kneeled down in front of her, grabbed her foot and tried to remove her shoe. It should’ve just slipped off but he was so nervous he couldn’t seem to grab onto it. Finally it popped off, leaving just her anklet on. He picked up the heel but Kristi interrupted him. “Ummmmm, Brian... I can’t try on heels with my socks on.” By the way, my cousin isn’t clairvoyant - his name was on an engraved badge pinned to his shirt pocket. Poor Brian didn’t seem to know what to do so I helped out by going over to the checkout counter and grabbing a pair of disposable nylon socks. “Here you go Brian,” I said softly as I handed them to him, “Isn’t that what these are for?” The poor kid was flustered now and his face was turning red at having forgotten about the disposable socks that every store has out for women when they try on shoes. He started to hand them to Kristi but she just sat back in the chair with her arms folded over her chest. “I’d rather have you put them on Brian... is that OK?” What was he suppose to say, no? I wondered if anyone had ever asked him to put them on for them before - probably not but there was a first time for everything. Kristi raised her foot up and Brian gingerly pulled her anklet off. The he fumbled with the nylon, obviously never having had any experience with one before. “You have nice hands Brian,” Kristi purred, “I bet you give a great foot massage.” Brian just stuttered a bit and kept fumbling with the nylon. Kristi kept up the patter... “Did you know that I love it when a guy plays with my feet?” Kristi murmured in a low voice. Brian obviously didn’t know what to do now. I imagine he had to be wondering if he was going to wake up any minute from this wet dream he was having. He probably couldn't believe a girl like Kristi would ever be saying such things to him. “Just forget the shoes Brian, rub my foot,” Kristi told him. He hesitated so she continued, “It’s OK, really, I want you to rub my foot.” Brian gingerly took her bare foot in his hand and just sort of squeezed it a little. “Come on Brian, you can do better than that,” I broke in, unable to contain myself any longer. Brian’s face was still red like he had just run a marathon but he did start to massage her foot more vigorously. “That’s better,” Kristi encouraged him, “I bet your girlfriend loves it when you do this for her, doesn’t she.” Brian just mumbled something so I told him to speak up and he finally confessed, “I don’t have a girlfriend.” THAT didn't surprise me in the least but I tried not to laugh or even smile too much but instead licked my lips and said, “You’ve GOT to be kidding Brian... a sexy guy like you? I would have thought the girls would be falling all over each other to get to you.” Brian frowned at that and I thought maybe I had gone a little overboard but Kristi chimed in. “Well if they knew how great you are at rubbing their feet they would be,” she sighed. Then she added, “God, you’re making me soooooo horny Brian.” He seem startled at that one but before he could react further she spread her legs apart then, giving Brian a nice view of her cute little bare pussy. Poor Brian, he just froze. As much as he was probably embarrassed to look, he couldn't help but stare at the bare crotch that was now exposed between her legs. Damn, Kristi was being relentless! She reached between her legs and ran her finger up and down her pussy slit. “Oh Brian, look what you’ve done to me. I’m all wet!” It wasn't her faking either as I could tell from the faint scent of her pussy that she was indeed wet and horny. Like me, I knew Kristi got horny as hell turning guys on, especially guys like poor Brian who she could wrap around her little finger without any effort at all. Kristi pushed her finger inside her pussy just a little, then slowly started stroked it in and out of her as Brian watched, totally mesmerized by the show she was putting on for him. I had to admit I was enjoying it as well! “Have you ever seen a girl touch herself like this before Brian?” Kristi asked softly. Brian shook his head as he licked his lips almost continuously. “I like to be watched when I touch myself,” she continued, “Do you like watching me Brian?” Brian nodded but Kristi wasn't going to let him off that easily. “C’mon Brian, tell me what you think of my pussy.” Brian cleared his throat and said in a low voice, “It’s pretty,” was all he could get out. “I bet you’ve never seen a real girl do this to herself before, have you Brian?” Kristi asked. Chapter 7: The Dressing Room “God Kristen! That was so nasty of you,” I said admiringly as we continued our mall shopping., “The poor guy will be jerking off every night this week thinking about you now!” Then I leaned towards her and whispered in her ear, “You know, I’m horny as hell now thanks to your little show. Since it’s all YOUR fault, what are you going to do about it?” Kristen tossed her hair back and a wicked grin came to her face. Without a word she grabbed my hand and pulled me along towards the Sears store at the end of the mall. We went to the women’s clothing section and headed straight for the dressing rooms. As usual there was nobody there (I mean seriously, WHO in their right mind shops for clothes at Sears?) so we went into one of the changing rooms and she shut and latched the door behind us. “OK, so who’s hornier - you or me?” she asked with a twinkle in her eye. I was already undressing as I replied, “Well, we’ll just have to find out, won’t we!” I stepped out of my panties as I unzipped my skirt. I then challenged her saying, “You know the drill, let’s just see who cums first!” It was tight in the dressing room but we both managed to strip in a matter of seconds, leaving our clothes on the floor except for our shoes which we left on. The bench seat was barely wide enough for the two of us to sit and spread out legs but somehow we managed. Her smooth bare legs pressed against mine and for a second I felt a little naughty rubbing up against my cousin like this. Although we’d been masturbating together for years now we’d never done anything to the other like licking pussies or even kissing passionately. I smiled to myself as I wondered what she would say if she knew what I had been doing with my mom - and hers, since I was sixteen. Unashamed I reached between my legs with both hands, using one hand to spread my pussy lips apart and the other to fondle my clit and pussy. Kristen used a similar technique and it wasn’t long before we were both going at it like two whores in heat. I looked over and watched her, noting how her clit was already swollen and her pussy was glistening with her juices. Well, thanks to Brian she had a head start on me so now I had to play catch-up! My finger ran over my pussy and a soft cry emerged from me as my wet finger ran circles around my sensitive clit. Kristen already had a finger up her pussy and was pushing it up in her as she used her other hand to massage her boobs. “Oh my god!” she whispered to me, “This feels so damn good ... Oh yeah Kelly, I love you watching me.” My pussy was soaking wet, just as hers was, as I alternated between pushing my finger in and out of me and fondling my hardened clit. Leaning back against the wall, I pushed my hips out to make it easier for my finger to enter deep inside of me. God, I wanted to be fucked so badly I could’ve screamed! What I would’ve given for a nice hard cock at that moment, to feel it entering me and violating me as it filled by pussy. My free hand roamed all over my boobs and torso, raising goose bumps wherever it touched. I could smell the air in the room filling with the pungent scent of our wet pussies as we both masturbated together, each of us desperately trying to be the first to cum. At times like this, when I wanted to cum as fast possible, I liked to dream of my dad fucking me, how his cock feels when it’s deep in my pussy as I gave myself unconditionally to him. I closed my eyes and imagined how it would feel right then to have him push himself in me, showing me how much he loved me. I loved it when he would cum in me, filling his daughter with his love, giving her his most treasured gift. “Oh god, I’m cumming!” I awoke from my reverie as Kristen began panting. Damn! She was always able to cum faster than me and I was pretty quick usually! Even as young girls when we would masturbate together she always “won” - cumming much faster than I could. I watched her fingers as they working furiously on her pussy when suddenly her head arched back and her hips rose to her manipulating hand. Her pussy gushed cum onto her hand and then she put her fingers in her mouth and licked it up. I wondered how her pussy tasted and how it compared to her mother’s. My tongue liked my lips as I thought about how good my mom and aunt’s pussies tasted. Like fine wines, each was a bit different and like a rare vintage, I could have identified which one I was licking with a blindfold on. I loved the taste of my own pussy as well so given the family history I imagined that Kristen’s would undoubtedly be succulent as well. Kristen was cumming hard now. I could feel the softness of her thighs and the firmness of her legs against mine as she struggled, trying not to cry out too loudly as her orgasm stretched on. She was flushed to the point of being almost red and her breathing was fast and shallow. Finally her hips bucked hard and she took in a final deep breath. “Oh god that felt so good,” she sighed. “ Oh Kelly, I love it when we do this.” If it was possible I was even more horny now and I wanted my own orgasm more than anything at the moment. It was Kristen’s turn to watch intently as I played with myself until I felt the most incredible sensations run from my pussy to the outer reaches of my body while my fingers worked their magic on me. With one hand on my pussy I massaged my boob and nipple with the other. I looked down and observed myself masturbating as Kristen leaned back, slowly moving her finger over her wet pussy as she watched her older cousin masturbate. My orgasm hit me like a truck on the expressway as I could feel my cum gush from my cunt into my hand. I didn’t stop touching myself and thus I drove me higher and higher into the magical world I retreated to when my orgasms really get going. It had been too much already today for my poor pussy - first teasing little bad Billy, then seeing Michael’s cock growing behind those tight jeans, then watching Kristen tease the poor boy at the shoe store, and finally seeing my cousin getting herself off. I needed to cum so badly by now it literally hurt and so my orgasm was incredible. Every pore of my body tingled like I was plugged into an electrical outlet while at the same time I felt almost on fire my pussy felt so hot. It was like ocean waves pounding a beach except in this case it was pleasure pounding my body - over and over and over the waves of pleasure hit me as Kristen watched, her fingers moving faster over her pussy now. One thing about doing yourself, you know exactly how you feel and what you need at any given time. I could sense just when I was peaking and would hold off just enough to let me stay there as long as possible and then hit me again just as I started to descend to bring me back to the top once again. It was like one continuous orgasm instead of a series of them like I usually had. I never wanted it to end, I wanted to feel this way forever. I love sex so much because only sex can make me feel this way, so complete and so fulfilled. God I needed this more than food, more than anything else in the world. I needed to just cum and cum and cum - and I did. Well, I had no idea how long this went on as it was like I was just in another world but finally my body just couldn’t sustain it anymore and I collapsed in the seat, exhausted from the incredible orgasm I had just given myself. The only thing missing was the feeling of warm sperm dripping from my cunt but I couldn’t do anything about that! Kristen looked over at my crotch with a huge smile. “Well, I guess you really WERE horny today,” she said with a hint of a laughter. “God I thought you were never going to stop cumming!” Kristen leaned over to me and we hugged and kissed. It was just a gentle kiss between cousins and once again for a moment I wanted to see where it might lead. I wanted to hold her warm pussy in the palm of my hand as she did the same to mine. Who knows, as horny as I was I might have done something except I heard someone coming in the dressing area. “Excuse me, is someone in here?” someone called out. Damn, it was a store clerk! Oh well, I guess that was the end of that. I tried to call out to her but my voice wasn’t responding yet so Kristen said we would be out in a second. We quickly pulled on our underwear and she put her skirt back on as I rearranged my cami. When I opened the door, standing there outside was an older woman, maybe in her fifties, the classic store clerk in her out-of-style clothes and bad hair. She took one look at us with our messed-up hair, flushed faces, and the unmistakable smell of pussy that filled the air and I knew she had us pegged. She may have been an old bag but she was still a woman and no woman could mistake that smell for anything other than what it was! Her eyes narrowed and she shook her head at us. It was obvious we weren’t trying on any clothes - we weren’t carrying any and there was no way we were hiding any in these outfits! “Well I’ll be damned,” she said, “Can’t you dirty sluts find someplace else to do your filthy business? I mean for heaven’s sake, don’t either of you have ANY decency? What if there were kids here now?” We didn’t even bother answering - what would be the point? Instead we just left as quickly as possible. Once in the safe confines of the mall we stopped and turned to look at each other and we both broke out laughing. “God, did you see the look on her face?” Kristen laughed. “Yea, I bet she hasn’t had an orgasm in twenty years!” I said back to her. We headed to the mall restrooms to fix our hair and makeup. Afterwards we wandered the mall a bit more, teasing more boys than I can count with nothing more than a smile and wiggle of our butts. We probably could’ve both gotten laid a dozen times easily if we had wanted to, but I enjoyed just teasing them like we did. Chapter 8: Back Home Again Finally we decided enough was enough, time to head home for some serious masturbation. I dropped Kristen off at her house and returned home to find my mom working in the kitchen. “Have a good time dear?” she asked. The grin on my face told her all she needed to know. She gave me a quick kiss and patted me on the ass saying, “Well, I imagine you have some serious tensions that need to be relieved so when you’ve finished come on down and tell your mother ALL about it.” As I headed up to my I thought how my mom was such a wonderful friend and confidante as well as loving mother. In my room I quickly stripped and hung up my short skirt. Looking at it I marveled how a piece of clothing so small could lead to so much fun! Laying back on my bead I started to masturbate again as I recalled the events of the day. At least at home I didn’t have to be quiet! Hmmm, I bet my mom was going to get horny herself once I told her about my day at the mall. It wouldn’t be long before dad got home and I was sure he would enjoy hearing about my day as well. Yep, I had a good idea that things might get even more interesting before the day was over!

Stacy’s ENF At Work by anonenffan Stacy Selling Swimsuits (Chapter 2. Swimsuits) She struck a pose and tossed her hair, soaring and bearing a beaming smile. Backside facing her twin, she turned and leaned forward. Both did a shimmy before giggling. With a jump, she twisted and threw up a triumphant pair of fingers at her mirror. The navy blue one-piece clung to every curve like a second skin. A decent imagination could fill in the details it wanted, but the blonde loved her choice. “It’s perfect!” Leaning against the nearby door frame, a brunette nodded and smiled. “Yeah, looks like a great fit. So I guess you’re gonna be swimming more?” “Well, the seller *should* take a sample!” Stacy winked, jolting her arm out to the ceiling. The brunette blinked. “…The seller? Wait, so like… you’re going to sell these?” “Yeah, I’m being my own boss!” Stacy chirped. “I joined up with this company where I get to make my own hours and I sell swimsuits.” She reached for a pair of short shorts on her bed. The blonde stepped into them, hoisting them up her smooth legs. “I figured I could model them as I sell them,” Stacy winked. The brunette scratched her head as she raised a curious eyebrow. “Is that why the truck was here this morning?” “And a bunch of boxes in the garage,” Stacy nodded as she slipped a large t-shirt over her head, bearing a company logo. It depicted waves of water and the top half of a swimsuit above it. “Want one? I bet they’re gonna sell faaast.” Hina hesitated while looking at the logo. “Did you read up on this company at all before signing up?” “Why is that a big deal?” Stacy crossed her arms with a little smirk. “Well the last time you didn’t research a job, you left the same day.” Hina nodded. “Come to think of it, you never told me what the issue was. And you got over it quick.” A shade of pink found its way on Stacy’s face as her smirk turned to a squiggle. “Umm… well, the err…. Um…” Stacy cleared her throat. “The atmosphere! Yeah, the atmosphere didn’t feel right!” With another nod faking her confidence, Stacy reassembled her posture. “So… want one?” Hina took her turn to cross her arms but shrugged. “Well, I won’t lie, you do make it look good. How much?” “A fine swimsuit like one of these can be yours for the low low price of just twenty dollars!” Stacy nodded as pink began to pale out. Hina raised an eyebrow and nodded. “That’s not bad at all. Just a sec, let me get my purse.” As Hina made her exit, Stacy’s smile resurfaced. A hand clenched into a triumphant fist, and the blonde jerked her elbow back. “Yes!” she hissed in a whisper while snatching her phone. Her fingers scattered the words “made my first sale!!!!” It wasn’t long before the reply of “Great work!” returned. Stacy then snatched a pen and a clipboard from the top of her dresser and made a quick amendment. She pumped her fist, “this is the one!” Moments later, Hina returned and flashed the crisp twenty-dollar note. “Here you are Miss,” Hina added with a bouncy giggle. “This should cover the costs!” Stacy smiled and accepted the bill. “Thank you very much, I think you’ll look great in one of our fine products! Interested in the standard navy blue? We have a few other colors in stock! Racer Red, Screaming Yellow, Mean Green. All super bright to catch everyone’s attention!” “Oooh, I didn’t know you had other colors. Let’s see racer red,” Hina nodded, glancing in the mirror, imagining herself in a bright, crimson suit. When Stacy presented the real thing, Hina found that the suit barked its color. It was *bright*, like a new fire engine. “Wow, this really would be hard to miss.” “That’s the idea,” Stacy nodded and gave a thumbs up. “Pleasure doing business with you, enjoy the suit!” A hand cradled her chin. “…Think Kim would want one?” Hina gripped the suit and let her eyes wander the ceiling. “Maybe? But you know where you should go to sell these? The beach. Like, they’re one-piece suits, so obviously not so great for tanning. But I bet the athletic types would be all over them.” Stacy snapped her fingers and beamed. “That’s a great idea! I bet the surfers would want these! If I can sell my whole stock on the first day, they’ll think I’m great!” She turned and stacked a few small boxes full of swimsuits. “Want to come along?” The blonde slipped her phone into her purse and double-checked a pouch for her keys. “Hmm.. tempting, but I think I’d like to just go for a swim here at home,” Hina nodded. “Try out the new suit here, you know?” “Suit yourself!” Stacy said, picking up the boxes, shuffling them in her arms. “I’m off to the beach!” The blonde wasted little time rushing down the stairs stepping into the garage. A pile of boxes sat inside. She jotted a few notes on her clipboard before pushing a button. The door hummed and raised, revealing a little blue sedan parked by the door. Stacy popped the trunk open with a little remote and squeezed four boxes inside. Each one having different colored tape. A sign and a small table went into the back seat, and Stacy took the driver’s seat. The car rumbled to life, the radio began to sing, and Stacy popped her knuckles. “I’m pulling this off today,” she said, gripping the gear shifter. It was a quick drive to the beach from Hina’s house. Just a couple of blocks and a few turns. Decent exercise by foot, a short trip by bike, trivial by car. Stacy bobbed her head to the beat of the music as she closed in on the beach and the parking lot alongside it. She scanned the lot, looking for a space. Almost every space in the lot had a car that day until Stacy managed to squeeze between an old truck and a minivan. “It’s packed here today…” She paused but smiled. “And that means lots of customers!” The blonde kicked her door open and grabbed the small table, a towel, and her clipboard. She flattened the towel on the sand, set the little table up, and left the clipboard there. Stacy made her way back to her car, a smile beamed as bright as the cloudless sky. She was almost ready to start selling! Until she caught a glimpse of reflection from her car’s mirror. The blonde bit her lip and ran her fingers through her hair for a quick adjustment. “Something’s missing…” she put her hands to her hips. Then she snapped her fingers. “Gotta model what I’m selling!” Stacy checked the parking lot and the beach. A few people were walking in the parking lot, either coming to the beach or leaving it. The beach itself had dozens upon dozens of people there. Though from what she could tell, nobody was paying her any mind. At least not yet. She pulled the t-shirt over her head and tossed it in the backseat. Then she unbuttoned her shorts and tugged them down her legs. Once they were at her ankles, she stepped out of them and discarded them by her shirt. After another look in the mirror, Stacy adjusted her hair one more time and struck another pose. Her swimsuit clung to her curves the same way they did before. Its deep blue color was solid and contrasted with her peachy skin. “Perfect!” Stacy nodded. She stacked the boxes and made her way back to her little table. Stacy ripped through the tape, and took one suit from each box, neatly displaying them on the table. The blonde then put the sign in the sand right in front of her stand proudly promoting the company logo. Smiling and eager, Stacy ran out in front of it, closed one eye, and looked at her mini shop. “Alright! It’s time!” Stacy balled her hands into fists. She ran to the stand, cleared her throat, and struck a pose. “Swimsuits for sale! One-piece swimsuits, perfect for all your swimming and sporting needs!” Stacy stretched her legs, twisted her body, and waved her hands to present the stand. A few beachgoers gave her odd glances. Then, one approached her eyes on the neon green suit near the corner. “Hello there!” Stacy bowed. “Interested in a swimsuit?” The girl stood there, dressed in a tank top and some jean shorts. She smirked. “I’m thinking about it…” Her fingers tapped the table and she bit her lip. “Hey um… this is kind of a weird question, but like, I’m in a bind.” “Mhm?” Stacy leaned in. “Well, I’ll help you in any way I can. I’ve got swimsuits for sale.” “Right, I see that but um…” Her hands balled into fists. “Like my friends brought me here, I didn’t know we were coming.” “Ah! You’re not prepared!” Stacy nodded. “Well, I’d be happy to help you ou-” “And I wanna impress a guy.” She looked away, blushing, jerking her head, and whispering a word. “Do you have anything… you know… that shows some skin?” Stacy jutted her head away until she brought a hand to her face to smother a mirth. Then she glanced at the athletic wear she was selling. Her hand moved to her chin and she frowned. “Well… these are more like athletic suits. Sorry.” She smiled and shrugged. “Aw…” The girl frowned. Stacy saw the girl’s disappointment and looked back at the suits. Then she thought about her moment in the mirror. “But you know… that doesn’t mean these suits can’t be sexy!” The blonde jumped, with a little blush. “They’re skin tight! Not a whole lot to the imagination left here!” Her face ignited as she twisted herself, presenting the back of her swimsuit-clad body to the girl. Was she really showing this girl, a complete stranger, how her butt looked in a swimsuit just to make a sale? The other girl blushed but didn’t look away from Stacy’s backside. There was no false advertisement. Stacy’s swimsuit was tight, as it hugged and squeezed her body, presenting her tush to anyone behind her. It looked round and tight in the deep blue color. “You know what… I think it might be worth a shot!” The girl giggled. She turned to reach into a handbag. “How much?” “…That really worked? I mean,” Stacy shook her head and cleared her throat. Returning to a normal stance, she puffed her chest against the tight material and nodded. The blush still met the sun, but Stacy nodded her way through it. “A fine swimsuit like this can be yours for the low low price of only twenty dollars, and is available in four unique colors!” “I like the green one!” she said, fishing a bill from her bag. It had a few odd folds and a crumple, along with a strange ink spot. But in Stacy’s eyes, it was as good as a crisp, fresh printed bill. “Pleasure doing business with you!” Stacy said, taking the money and presenting the girl with the suit. “And good luck impressing that guy!” As the girl searched for the nearest changing room, Stacy looked at the money. A wobbly smile and a little blush showed on her face. She just used her butt to sell a swimsuit. But it worked, and somebody walked away from her stand happier for it. As she made a note on her clipboard, she put the money in a little lockbox. She couldn’t get the idea out of her head. Would she do it again? Stacy shook her head. “What am I thinking?” She was PROUD of how she looked in that suit! With a renewed smirk, she punched the air and took another stance. “Swimsuits for sale! Ladies, come get some athletic beachwear!” She continued her vocal pitch, calling to the many women of the beach. Soon, a redhead carrying a surfboard approached. The woman wore a two-piece bikini, both red to match her hair. The suit strained to contain her heavy chest, each breast close to freedom by spilling above the top. Her bottom attire featured microscopic knots with a little slack. She took slower steps and quintuple-checked the tiny red fishing lines that held the suit together. One hand adjusted it, to ensure the feeble security. The other wrestled to keep a grip on a very long surfboard. Stacy blinked as she propped her board in the sand. It towered taller than both girls. Her pulse tightened as the woman’s breasts did a slight sway and bounce. They nearly broke free from their crimson restraints. The redhead blushed and cleared her throat. “Hello, I’m interested in your suits. You said they’re athletic, right?” Stacy blinked and shook off her trance. “Yeah, yes. They’re great for all kinds of sports, volleyball, swimming, um…” She smiled and gestured towards the surfboard. “Surfing as well.” “Just what I was hoping you’d say!” The woman said with a trembling smile that twinkled through her red cheeks. She glanced over the color options for less than a second before her eyes landed on a Racer Red suit. “There’s my color!” “Big fan of red, huh?” Stacy smiled as she pulled a red swimsuit from the box. “Oh yeah, there’s nothing like it when it’s nice and bright,” the redhead nodded. “It’s a great choice! That’ll be twenty dollars please,” Stacy added while presenting the suit. She wondered what would have happened to this girl if she tried to surf while wearing that bikini. The very thought made her heart thump and she wasn’t even the one wearing the risque suit. The redhead laid down a few smaller bills in front of Stacy. “Thanks, I’m um… learning to surf and needed something more… stable!” Stacy giggled and nodded. “Oh absolutely! And that’s exactly what you’ll get out of this suit.” “Yep! That’s what I want! Stability. That’s why I have this huge freaking board too!” She giggled. “It’s… more stable! The bigger the board the easier it is to learn with!” “Oh, I didn’t know that!” Stacy nodded. “Well if you want to get changed right away, I think there’s some beach showers just over there. They have curtains too.” Stacy pointed her thumb to the right, gesturing towards a small shower and changing area. “Thank you,” she picked up the swimsuit and lifted her board out of the sand. She began walking towards the fitting area. “Have a nice day!” Stacy said, picking up her pen and a clipboard. After updating her inventory, she bent down to put the money in a small lockbox. “Jeeze, how can anyone wear a suit like *that* here?” she hummed under her breath. A little giggle got away, “I probably saved her a ton of embarrassment if she ever slips off.” She stood back upright after putting the money away and cleared her throat. “Swimsuits for sa-” Stacy froze. One glance to her right, and she saw the redhead didn’t go far. The tall board stood, lodged in the sand and towering above the redhead. It stood between her and the rest of the beach, obscuring her sight. The one-piece sat at her feet as she fidgeted, hands reaching for the strings of her top. “Whoa…” Stacy gasped. The tiny red fishing lines went slack, and the pitiful bikini top fell, allowing her chest to kiss the ocean air. Hands cupped and squeezed her breasts, caressing and massaging them, before drifting down her smooth stomach. A gentle swipe of the finger defeated the knots of her bottom half, and it fluttered to the ground. She shuddered, pressing the full form of her backside against the surfboard, hands gripped her tall hiding place. She did not cover so much as an inch of skin. She turned and pressed her liberated frontside against the board, propping out her round derriere into the air. From behind the board, the redhead had hid from everyone at the beach. Everyone but Stacy. The blonde was viewing her from the side, still unable to talk. And she could do little but blink as the redhead peeked her head around the surfboard. Stacy blinked again. This girl was only a few feet from the fitting rooms. And she chose to hide behind her surfboard and take off everything. She took a quick glance around the beach before watching the redhead again. The redhead allowed her hands to wander and caress her body. Then as the girl’s smile beamed, she wrapped one arm around her chest and nuzzled a hand between her legs. Her head peeked around the board, and her smiling face burned red. She stepped from her makeshift safety and closed her eyes. Naked and blushing, she ran from behind her surfboard, kicking up sand as her unclothed body met the sun. She ran until she returned back behind the board. The redhead leaned against her board, relaxing all cover and panted. She was smiling. Then a sudden bop disrupted Stacy’s balance. “Wah!” She stumbled before shaking her head. A colorful beach ball bounced off her and into the sand. “What the…?” “Sorry!” came a giggle. “You got her right in the head!” joked another. Stacy turned her head and reeled back. “Whoa! Hello there!” She put on an abrupt smile, her cheeks still red. Many girls appeared in front of Stacy’s little stand in the blink of an eye. There wasn’t time for a proper count, but it looked somewhere between fifteen and twenty women. “We were going to have a little beach ball tournament,” said one, picking up the ball. “We saw someone wearing one of your suits and they pointed us this way.” “And we’re thinking team uniforms!” Another gave a firm nod. Stacy blinked, stunned for a moment, and glanced at the entire group in front of her. “E-Everyone?” “Yeah, the girl I saw wearing one of yours said they were like twenty bucks, right?” Stacy shook her head, her face lingering to her right for a millisecond longer, and then she slapped on her customer service face. “Of course! And they’re in four colors, enough for each team!” With a brief turn towards the redhead, Stacy noted that the surfboard was missing, along with any trace of her. Turning back to the group, she smiled. “Okay, um, everyone form a nice line, and make sure you know what color you want! Supplies are limited!” It didn’t take long. The girls defied Stacy’s line request, opting for four different groups. One group emptied the Navy blue box, another depleted Racer Red. Screaming Yellow’s box gave a hollow tumble soon after. “Here you go, the last Mean Green!” Stacy smiled, presenting the bright suit to one of her many customers. “Alright! Thank you so much!” She chirped. The throng of women followed her towards the shower area. Stacy was now alone with empty boxes, a little stack of cash, and a big smile on her face. “Twenty forty sixty eighty one… twenty forty sixty eighty two…” Stacy set each bill in the lockbox before checking her clipboard. The pen made its scratches before bouncing off her lip. “Hmm… says I have one more…” She double-checked each box, but each one proved vacant. “Hmm…” Stacy bounced a pen against her lower lip. “Hina bought the first one… then those others…” She then snapped her fingers. “Of course!” A finger slipped under a shoulder strap for a little tug. “Well, can’t sell what I’m wearing,” Stacy giggled. Selling out her entire stock had, technically, become impossible. A little unfair, but moving most of her stock like that? That was bound to get a good response from the company. She counted the stack of cash and locked it away. Then she smiled, seeing so many of her customers gather around a volleyball net. Stacy smirked, glancing around, searching for some crimson. Though knowing what that girl was doing, Stacy half expected to spot only the suit, not its wearer. Her eyes went to the waves, hunting for a girl who was having a little too much fun. Then she spotted the gigantic surfboard, laying atop some rocks. Stacy raised an eyebrow. That was hardly a safe place to go surfing. And she mentioned she was just learning… which could mean… Stacy’s smirk vanished as she searched for a lifeguard. She spotted one far away, sitting high atop her wooden throne, wearing a white one-piece with a red cross. She sat there, applying a small white cream to the tip of her nose. Stacy raised her hand to wave but paused again. What if that redhead wasn’t in danger and… doing something else? Stacy gritted her teeth and tossed her head, blushing at the thought. Those plans weren’t far-fetched. She could almost picture Hina doing the same. Or at least, something similar. If she called a lifeguard on her when she’s having fun… Stacy bit her lip and looked at her things. She proceeded to hide her cash box under the towel and folded up the legs of the table. This wouldn’t take long. Stacy took a breath and started a light jog across the beach, the heat of the sand biting her toes. Just one quick look. That girl was probably okay, she just had to make sure. The cooler ocean water met her feet as the blonde hurried her pace. She made her way towards the rocks, with the yellow and red surfboard wedged around a large one. Oddly enough, the water stayed shallow, only getting knee-deep as she approached. Still a bit chilly, but it didn’t slow Stacy much. Once she reached the collection of rocks and boulders, Stacy took a breath. She looked back to the beach, seeing the lifeguard doing some stretches from atop her seat. One good scream would surely get her attention. All Stacy had to do was make sure it was necessary. Her hands clapped onto the cold surface of the rock and she peeked around. Crimson greeted her eyes, but not as much as Stacy expected. There stood the busty redhead, knee-deep in the water, gasping and holding her body. No bumps, no bruises, no red from an internal source, and most of all, no swimsuit. Arms cradled her heavy breasts, while clamped thighs and water hid what was beneath her hips. Stacy sighed and leaned against the rock. A tiny giggle escaped her. She wasn’t hurt, she was just having fun, that was all the blonde needed to see. Although… it was a bit short of what she wanted to see. “Oh my God, oh my God… what do I do, what do I do, whatdoIdo!?” Gasped the redhead. Stacy paused. She didn’t see any sign of injury, but she had to be sure. That’s what a good person did. The blonde nodded to herself and took slow steps around the rock. “Hey?” Stacy started. “Oh my Go-Ah!!!” The red-head gasped. Her cheeks matched her hair as she made eye contact with Stacy. In an instant, she wrapped arms around her intimates while pressing her butt against the rock. “D-don’t look!” “Relax!” Stacy giggled. She tried to keep her eyes from what her palms hid, but the curvy form taunted her curious pupils. “Just wanted to make sure you weren’t hurt or anything. You’re okay, right?” “I-I’m fine I just…” The red-head looked up at the blonde in front of her. “Hey… didn’t you sell me the swimsuit earlier?” “Yeah, that was me!” Stacy nodded and put a hand over her mouth to contain a giggle. “I um… I’m guessing you weren’t satisfied with yours?” “O-oh no, I liked the suit! It fit great!” She waved her hands at Stacy, blushing and frantic. Her breasts spilled into freedom with a pronounced bounce. “I was um, riding a wave, and I lost balance and fell. When I came back up my suit was gone!” Stacy crossed her arms and smirked. “Uh huh. An athletic swimsuit just slipped off your body after one wipeout.” The blonde took a step closer and leaned down to the naked girl. “Are you suuuure about that? Cause I spotted you doing a little something out of the corner of my eye.” “W-what are you saying?” The red-head blushed. “That a little skinny dip in the ocean was your plan to begin with,” Stacy giggled. “I mean come on, look at the suit you were wearing before. That thing wouldn’t have stood up to a sprinkler.” “No no no!” The redhead waved her hands and blushed, faking a laugh of her own. “I can’t do that, this isn’t the right kind of beach!” She looked at herself and hands dove for covering positions as she grinned. “Hey, I ain’t gonna tell on ya.” Stacy smiled and turned away. “You’re not hurting anyone or anything. I just wanted to make sure you didn’t get hurt,” she shrugged and started walking. “I’ll leave you to your fun.” The redhead bit her lip. “W-wait!” “Hmm?” Stacy turned around. “Umm… do you have another swimsuit I can buy?” She stood on wobbling knees. “I’m serious. I wasn’t planning on streaking tod- um… I wasn’t planning on streaking!” A more audible laugh escaped Stacy. She shook her head. “Honestly, I would, but I’m sold out. The beach ball teams cleaned out my stock. The only suit I have left is this one.” She gestured her hands over her swimsuit. “Can I buy that one?” The red-head gulped. Stacy blinked and raised an eyebrow. “Um… I’m still wearing it. I can’t just sell you the one I’m wearing.” “I’ll pay extra!” “If I sell my very last suit, I’ll…” Stacy paused. She put a hand to her chin. There was a big bonus for selling every last swimsuit she had, including the one on her back. But then she’d be in the same situation as this woman, naked and far from easily accessible cover. “Please, you’re the only one here who can help me! If the lifeguard catches me naked again I’ll be banned from the beach!” Then the redhead’s cheeks flashed again, and she turned around, looking at the water below her. Stacy bit her lip and scouted the area of the beach. It wasn’t that long of a walk to her spot. The beach had a lot of visitors though. Getting back to her stuff would be no easy task. But if she sold her last suit, then she’d have a completely cleared stock on her first day with this job. As for this woman, Stacy couldn’t help but envision her as a red-headed version of her friend, just exploring her body. Would she leave Hina in the same spot? The blonde took a deep breath. “Alright, I’ll sell you the suit.” “Oh thank you so much!” The redhead nodded and smiled at Stacy. Then she frowned while holding onto herself. “Um… is it okay if I bring the money to your little shop after I get the suit? Because um….” She blushed, her eyes lowering and her hands opening around her hips, to present her pockets. In the process, she had inadvertently exposed her womanhood, with a little red tuft of hair above it. Stacy blushed and hesitated. “Right, I um… I kind of figured. One sec.” The blonde took a deep breath and turned, her back facing the redhead. Earlier, she shook her butt to present the one-piece suits as sexy, and it worked. Now she was stripping to help a stranger. Stacy’s heart jumped as she reached for a shoulder strap. A red color flooded her little cheeks as she slipped fingers under its twin. She hesitated, before pulling the straps over her shoulders. The ocean air glided over her humble chest as her little pink nipples slipped into freedom. Her breasts spilled out with a subtle bounce as she pushed the suit to her midriff. ‘I’m really doing this,’ she thought. She stared at the suit hugging her hips, her arms suddenly weak. Stacy took a breath and closed her eyes. ‘I’m helping someone. I’m saving them. And I’ll impress my boss.’ She grit her teeth and pushed the swimsuit past her hips, and over her perky behind. The suit descended her legs and past her wobbling knees. Stacy pulled one leg out, and then the other. Her pulse was flying now, and the adrenaline was flooding her veins. She trembled as she kept her eyes shut and held the suit towards the redhead. Stacy took a deep breath. “A-alright, here you go. Heh heh… that’ll be twenty dollars.” She felt the swimsuit taken from her grip. “Thank you, you’re a lifesaver,” the redhead noted. Stacy braced herself for the worst. ‘What am I doing!? This is insane! I’m naked on the beach!’ Hands snapped to covering positions, and Stacy crouched down. Ocean water slapped her naked form. “Hey um…” The redhead spoke. Stacy opened her eyes and craned her head. The woman already had her suit on. It had a rougher time with her more substantial bust, but never-the-less, she was still clothed. “I hope this doesn’t come off as too weird but… um.” The redhead blushed and scratched the back of her head. “You’re not bad looking if that helps.” Stacy blushed and sent her eyes to the water. “Um… thanks… I think?” She shook her head. “I-I-I gotta run to my stuff now. Meet me at the stand with the money.” The blonde took a breath and stood up. She peeked around the rock, looking at the busy beach. Most people watched the beach ball game, while others were making sandcastles or tanning. Stacy watched the ball bounce between teams before hitting the sand. One of the red team girls picked up the ball and went back to the net getting ready to serve. The blonde steeled her will. Her chance to run was coming. Stacy had to sprint during the next volley. She gripped her body tighter and watched the ball. The girl tossed the ball up into the air, pulling an arm back. “You know, you don’t have to-” BOING! The hand slapped the ball like a pistol signaling the start of a race. Stacy bolted, water sloshing around her ankles, capping off her speed. One hand stayed between her legs, the other arm stabilized her chest. Her pulse roared in her ears as her naked body ran closer and closer to the busy beach. Stacy’s feet reached the sand, as one girl made a desperate dive to bounce the ball back. The blonde watched as it sailed over the net. “Whoa whoa whoa hey!” “Huh-wah!” Stacy’s ankle hit something, and the nude blonde tumbled over, falling into the sand. She shook her head, reassembling her composure, before looking beside her. Her first customer, the girl with the green swimsuit, sat on her knees with a sand bucket. She was glaring at Stacy. Next to her, was a lean guy, eyes bulging and red on his face. And in front of them, was a half-broken wall of sand. “O-oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to-” “Whoa…” the guy said. “Hey, what’s the matter with you? First, you help me get this guy’s attention, but then you go streaking through our sandcastle?” She crossed her arms, eyes narrowing. Stacy blinked but raised an open palm to her. “N-no! That’s not what I was doing, I swear! I-” BOING! Stacy bobbed her head in disorientation. A colorful beach ball rolled across the sand. Her blood went cold. “Oh my God, a streaker!” “Wait, isn’t she the one who sold us all these suits?” Stacy took a deep breath, her face burning red. Eyes all over the beach were centering on her, seeing her body, seeing her hands were hiding her intimates. Her heart thumped in her throat, and she swallowed. “U-um… y-yes. Ah heh heh… as you can see… I sold my last one!” She faked a laugh. “I’m uh… dedicated to what I do!” Stacy stood up, hands covering herself as best as possible. “U-um… now if you’ll excuse me…” “Did I hear her right? She sold her last swimsuit? That she was wearing?” “That means she chose to get naked…” “What a perv…” “Hey babe, need some sun lotion? I can help ya out!” “This isn’t a nude beach…” Stacy trembled, feeling a little dizzy. All the girls around her started giggling. Some of the guys stared at her naked body. Did these people not care? She sold them nice swimsuits, and they were treating her like a freak! “H-hey, I wasn’t trying to streak… I just…” Then Stacy felt something on her shoulders. A soft, warm, fabric, hugged her vulnerable form. The blonde blinked and looked at it. A towel! She scrambled and wrapped the cuddly fabric around her body. It covered the essentials from her chest to mid-thigh. She sighed and felt an arm on her shoulder. The redhead gave her a little smile. “Alright, leave her alone. She wasn’t trying to hurt anyone,” said the redhead. She put a hand to Stacy’s back and nudged her back towards Stacy’s little swimsuit stand. “Hey don’t worry about it, just having a little fun!” said one of the beach ball players. “Thank you,” Stacy exhaled, clinging the towel to her body. She smiled at the redhead, “I guess that makes us even.” “Not quite,” the redhead smirked. She presented Stacy with two twenty-dollar bills. “Keep the change. But um… why’d you go running off like that? I would have brought you the towel.” Stacy smiled as she took the money, and then her face fell flat. “…I… don’t know. I guess I thought I could have made it without them noticing me. That was really embarrassing…” After getting back to her car, Stacy was able to get her shorts and t-shirt back on. She traded phone numbers with the redhead. Her name was Rose. Rose seemed hesitant to talk about her hobbies, even though Stacy could make an easy guess at one of them. Still, little trade of goodwill built the bridge of a new friendship. Sometime later, Stacy entered Hina’s backyard and found the brunette soaking in the hot tub. Her radio let out a playlist of relaxing acoustic music. The blonde took a heavy sigh and sat in a nearby lounge chair. Hina had her head rolled back, and she looked quite comfortable. She looked towards Stacy and smiled. “Hey, how’d the swimsuit selling go?” Stacy took a deep breath and sighed. “It went fine, sold every single one.” She smiled. “There was a little mishap, and some customers were… I guess a little rude.” Hina frowned. “Ah, having rude customers sucks. That always makes a day worse. But hey, you sold everything, right? That’s good, isn’t it?” “Well… it is. My boss is impressed, it’s just what I went through to do that…” Stacy took a breath looking at the hot tub. “I’m sorry it’s been a long day, mind if I join you?” Hina stretched her arms. “Actually, I was about to get out. The weatherman said something that a storm is gonna show up soon. I think I see some of the clouds right now.” Hina pointed to some ominous clouds. There was a soft rumble of thunder. “Oh wow, it’s really moving,” Hina said. The brunette gripped the side railing and climbed out of the hot tub. Stacy’s eyes then went wide. Hina’s suit was in tatters! While the top held together, containing her chest, the bottom half did not! Little scraps dangled over her belly button, while the suit did absolutely nothing to cover Hina below her hips. The brunette did a little stretch. “Um… Hina, did you notice that your swimsuit is a little…?” “Hmm?” Hina looked down. Red climbed her face and she suddenly squeaked. “Ah! My suit! W-what happened!?” She shoved her hands between her legs and ran for her towel, her naked behind bouncing before Stacy’s eyes. The blonde giggled at her friend. They were safe behind the little privacy fence around the hot tub. “It’s almost like… it dissolved.” Stacy paused on that word. She thought back to what Rose had said about how she lost her original suit. “Oh my God… did I buy dissolving suits!?” “Why the heck would you buy dissolving suits!?” Hina gasped, wrapping the towel around her exposed skin. “Did you sell them to everyone at the beach?” Stacy put a hand over her mouth. Her pupils shrunk, and her heart climbed her throat. It was her fault Rose ended up naked! And all those other beachgoers were going to have their suits melt apart in the coming rain. Her whole customer base was going to be mad at her! The blonde fell back against the wall of Hina’s house. All those customers… …The same ones that had chewed her out for being naked on the beach. The ones that accused her of being a streaker. The ones that laughed at her for her nudity and called her a pervert. The very same customers stopped being grateful to her as soon as they had their suits. A sharp bark of thunder pierced the sky, and a torrent of rain began to pelt outside. Stacy giggled.

Summer Days Epilogue byBrazenHorse© "Oh my God I feel like I'm gonna explode!" Ashley rubbed her stomach as she settled into the passenger seat of Justin's Volvo. "That dessert was amazing," he added. As he pulled out of the parking lot of the new gastropub that opened not far from their house, the two held hands as they ventured the short distance home. It was the final night of a very busy summer for them and a perfect way to end it. It was only the third time they treated themselves on a "date night" since Anna was born. That is, if you count the two weddings they attended as date nights. Ashley struggled anytime she had to part with her beautiful baby girl as her mind was constantly filled with worries and fears. Justin, on the other hand, had been pushing Ashley to take a breather. They needed it not only for their own mental health, but for the health of their marriage as well. They were both thirty and happily married for three years. But the road to their union wasn't always a smooth one. After a summer filled with exciting sexual escapades involving things neither of them ever dreamed of doing, they went their separate ways when Ashley went back to College. Aside from a few graphic text exchanges and flirty phone calls, they largely led separate lives. But soon after college, as they both ventured into true adulthood, it became clear they were more interested in a real relationship. After dating on and off through most of their twenties, they finally admitted to one another that they were meant to be together. Permanently. Anna was born almost nine months ago to the day. She was a sweet little bundle of joy and they both loved her very much. But the immense stress brought on by raising a baby had put a massive strain on their love life. "You know I love you right?" Ashley asked with her bright blue, dreamy eyes glistening at Justin as he focused on the road. He turned to her just long enough to smile warmly before turning back to the road. "I know. I do too." He reached over and caressed her back. "It's really late. Later than I thought." "Yeah," Justin agreed. "We probably overstayed our welcome, huh? I got the hint when the servers started putting away the chairs." "Christina should just stay over. She shouldn't be driving home this late. It's too dark." Justin sighed. He was hoping tonight he could have a little alone time with Ashley. But felt it was probably best to allow his stepmother to shack up in the guest room. "Living room lights are still on," said Justin as he pulled into the driveway. "She must still be up." Ashley opened the front door slowly as it had a tendency to creak loudly. "Hi!!" she whispered as she tiptoed her way into the living room. "Hey guys! How was dinner!?" Christina sat up on the couch. "Shhh!" Ashley held her finger up to her mouth. "Is she asleep?" Christina lowered her voice. "Oh my goodness. That baby is out, sweetheart. She's a really great sleeper." "Did you guys have fun?" Justin asked as he headed for the kitchen. "Of course we did! We made fart noises, we lied on our backs, I walked her around the first floor!" Christina was clearly thrilled to get to spend time with her granddaughter. Ashley and Justin were both happy to have her around for the help. "Listen Mom," Justin called out to her from the kitchen. He had a tendency to sometimes call her 'Mom.' "We're gonna have you sleep here since it's late. The guest room's all made up. That cool?" "Oh don't be silly, sweetheart. I can go home. Your father will be worried anyways." Justin came back into the living room carrying a wine bottle and three glasses. "We have red wine. You're staying," he smiled as he lined them up on the coffee table. Never being one to argue, Christina relented and plopped back on the couch. "I guess George will be fine." She'd be staying over tonight. -------------------------- Ashley was laughing so hard, she was keeled over in her chair. Two empty wine bottles and a third open one were on the coffee table along with the baby monitor showing Anna sleeping soundly upstairs. "Oh my God, I can't believe I forgot about that. Justin, you wore that bikini like all night I remember!" "He wouldn't take it off! It was like his new favorite outfit!" Christina laughed. "Ok, ok, ok, guys. Relax. I was thirteen, ok? Sheesh." "A thirteen year old, already into cross dressing. What times we were living in," Ashley said as she smiled at her embarrassed husband. "I can remember turning to George thinking 'is this normal?' And then looking at you act so casual the rest of the day with Ashley's bikini on. And your little pecker stuffed in the bottom." Everyone laughed at Justin's expense. Even he couldn't help but crack up thinking how weird that must have been to see. "Yeah that would probably pose an issue for you nowadays, huh?" Ashley joked, hinting at something everyone in the room knew very well. "Oh my goodness, Ashley! Stop!" Christina keeled over as she laughed. "Ha. Yeah I guess my crossdressing days are behind me," Justin added. "Oh my, oh my. We sure had some fun summers as a gang, didn't we?" Christina asked as she leaned forward and poured another glass of wine. "You could say that again. Probably none like the one before our Senior year though," Ashley hinted about one particular summer that everyone couldn't possibly forget. It was then that things got a little uncomfortable. Justin felt the conversation shifting towards an all too familiar subject. "Gosh. How could I forget that?" Christina recollected. "The summer we all discovered it," she announced, making a lewd reference to Justin's endowment. "Yes!" Ashley liked where this was headed. Even though she and Justin's sex life had taken a back seat during the last year, she remained a healthy, horny woman and had only recently felt the desire to bring some spice back in their lives. "I'll never forget that. Justin, you must think about those times a lot, huh?" Justin raised his eyebrows. "Yeah, well... that was, uhh... that was quite the summer." Just then Christina started laughing so hard, she spit out her wine, catching it in her hand before it hit the carpet. Ashley and Justin looked at each other, smiling, anxious to hear what Christina was laughing about. "What?" Ashley eagerly waited for Christina to stop laughing. "I can just--" she laughed again. "Oh my God, I can just see the look on Colleen's face when you--" she cracked up again. But everyone knew what she was talking about. The particular incident as well as many others that summer burned a hole in their memories forever. Ashley nodded. "The charcuterie board." "Ahh, the ol' salami imposter," Justin added. A familiar tingle was felt in his crotch. It was impossible to forget. The way Justin casually walked out of the kitchen carrying a cutting board garnished with delicious meats and cheeses. But none more delicious than his seven inch flaccid penis, resting comfortably between salami and prosciutto. The look on Colleen's face, Ashley's conservative mother, when she first discovered the healthy phallus was one for the ages. Justin's comment only fueled Christina's laughing spell even more as she keeled over, bright red, and reaching a painful level from her chuckling. This gave Justin an opportunity to look her up and down as she leaned over. Even at fifty-two, she looked good. Old age had largely spared her as she remained in shape. That's not to say some wrinkles had found their way to her as she grew older, but none so much as a few faint ones under her eyes. She was still very beautiful, almost sexy Justin conceded. "This, this is too much, guys," Christina finally said as she calmed down. "What a summer. What an incredible time we all had." "Justin especially," Ashley said as she took another sip. Justin could tell easily she was getting frisky. "So there was me. My sister. My Mom. Dana..." she stuck out a finger for each person before pausing, looking over. "Christina?" she asked as she held out her thumb, indicating number 5. "No, no, no," said Christina, shaking her head. "We may have crossed into brand new territory that summer, but never quite marked that one off the list, did we Justin?" "Not that I can recall," he added, unsure at first if he did indeed have sex with his stepmother. "Hey, how is Dana actually?" Ashley asked, changing the subject much to Justin's disappointment. "Oh she's great. She's married again, in fact. Some guy she had known for years and reconnected with. Kind of like you two." "That's nice to hear. I always liked her," Ashley said as everyone likely pictured the same thing: Dana getting pounded into an oblivion by Justin on Christina's bed while everyone watched. "Justin do you remember just kind of hanging around naked that summer while we both wore our clothes?" Ashley asked, quizzically. "I don't even know how that started, but I remember thinking it was so cool." "I do. That was kinda crazy huh?" "Not only that, but you would have this super massive boner ALL the time. That's what I remember about that summer. It was your ability to maintain an erection almost on demand," Christina described the group dynamic in graphic detail. "To be young again... Now you're realizing what it's like reaching old age." "I wouldn't go that far, Christina," Ashley responded. "We still have our moments. Justin still has it to be honest." Christina laughed out loud. "I know honey. I know he still has it. I can't imagine it would fall off." "No, no! I mean he can still... you know... Stay hard on command." Justin's tingle in his pants had transformed into a growing erection. He always wondered if he might experience another event like that summer ten years ago. Everyone was drunk and getting giddy. Any sound judgement was heading out the door. "Oh can you, now?" Christina asked, to Justin directly. The wine clearly had an effect. He nodded and grinned. "I still got it, guys... Now excuse me while I go check on Anna." Justin left for Anna's room, while Christina and Ashley stayed back. The real reason he left so abruptly was because he was sensing an erection coming on quickly and wanted to quell it. As soon as he was out of sight, Christina turned to Ashley. "You're being bad tonight, Ashley dear." She smiled as she took a sip of wine. "It's all in fun. But I really did enjoy that summer." "That makes both of us," Christina said as she reminisced about seeing her step son naked. "He's got a gift. That part is certain." "Do you want to see it again?" Ashley cut right to the chase. It was obvious they both wanted to see his penis. "I can ask him to show it. I bet he will." "Tonight? Here? But Ashley, sweetie. This isn't like ten years ago. You two are married. You have a beautiful little baby. We can't be doing that anymore." "What's the harm? Let's just have him show it off. I still get a kick out of it, even to this day." Christina thought about the offer in silence. She did want to see it. Who wouldn't? But she wasn't sure if this was an appropriate thing to do. As if that word had any merit anymore in their lives. Justin could be heard tiptoeing across the upstairs hall on his way back down. Christina looked at Ashley and offered a simple nod, indicating yes. She'd like to see it again. "She's out cold. Sleeping well tonight," Justin announced as he poured a glass of wine and sat down. He looked around the room as each woman was staring at him. "Is it something I said?" "Justin. Can you show your dick like you did that summer?" Christina burst out laughing as Ashley did too. "Ok, ok but seriously" Ashley said as she regained composure. "Can you whip it out? We both want to see it." "Where did this come from?" Justin asked, confused but very much aroused by the request. "Guilty," Christina raised her hand. "I started it." Justin looked at his step mother. She still looked so cute and sexy as she smiled across the room at him. No part of his conscience could say 'no' to this proposal. "This is what you guys want?" Ashley nodded, enthusiastically. "Let's take a trip down memory lane!" "Ok, fine. Should we?" Justin pointed to the couch. "Oh! Good idea. Yes, yes. Over here," Ashley walked over and sat on one end of the couch while Christina shifted to the other. Justin happily walked over and sat between them both. The women each faced him, folded their legs up, and clutched their wine glasses. Eager for the show to begin. "So just take it out?" "Mmm hmm," Ashley nodded. Justin proceeded to unbuckle his pants and unzip his fly. He pulled his jeans down revealing tight, spandex compression briefs. "Still wearing those tight briefs, are you?" Christina asked, remembering his preference from years ago. "Gotta keep it contained." Justin wore the special boxer briefs for the sole purpose of reducing a visible bulge from his oversized genitals. "And his two friends," Ashley joked, making reference to the fact that not only was Justin's penis massive, but his balls were too. The moment had arrived and Justin wasted no time pulling his underwear down. Before anyone could react, his cock had flung out, sleepily hanging across his thigh while he silently pulled his briefs down to his ankles. He sat back on the couch and put both arms up on the back. All eyes were on his cock. "That's... that's umm... yup that's exactly how I remembered it," said Christina as she struggled to find the right words. "My Lord, Justin." Ashley laughed, getting a kick out of Christina as she reached over and picked up the heavy cock in her dainty hand. "Right? Ten years and I'm still impressed too." She placed it back down, this time between his legs. "He's sleepy though," she said in a soft voice as she softly pet the shaft with her fingers. "Sound asleep like a little baby." "I forgot how big it is when it's soft. Not like we saw much of this that summer," Christina commented as she openly stared at her stepson's penis. "No, you're absolutely right. It's impressive even without doing anything. I swear sometimes he gets out of the shower and I have to just stop and stare while he's getting dressed. It flip flops everywhere, impossible to contain." Justin entertained the women by picking his penis up and swinging it around as if it were a lasso. They got a kick out of this, giggling as he used it to slap each of his muscular thighs. He swung it in a circle again before placing it back down between his legs. "I'm having flashbacks to when I shaved you. Do you remember that? You got so worked up I had to jerk you off in the shower." "Like it was yesterday." "Gosh, there was so much cum. I can remember just watching in horror with how much you shot out!" Christina remarked as she visualized a distant, but vivid memory. "He still does, Christina! Justin, tell her about the time last year when we were in San Diego," said Ashley as she crossed her leg and sipped her wine. "Huh?" asked Justin. "Ohh! Yeah I remember that. Ha! That was funny." "What happened?" asked Christina. Justin noticed her gaze rarely left his penis and he was completely ok with that. "We booked a place down there, kind of a staycation type of thing before Anna was born. And we decided to get couples massages at this place. Well, after it was over they led us to a shower area where we can both get in together. And we're in there... umm..." Justin paused. "You know your penis is exposed right now, right? And none of this is new to me by now?" Christina teased him as he hesitated with the story. Justin smirked. "You're right. Well, anyways. So we're kind of messing around a bit. And before long one of the ladies that worked there comes in to refill the soap dispensers. She must have not known we were in there because she opens the door and just sees Ashley, on her knees, sucking my dick." "I was literally blowing him and he friggin jizzes as she's looking at us!" "Oh my gosh you guys!" Christina covered her mouth in shock. "Yeah," said Jusitn. "Not good. But, I'm in the middle of it so what am I gonna do, stop? I can't! So she shrieks and runs off and I just keep cumming." "That's so funny!" said Christina. "No, no, it gets better," Ashley said, holding her hand up. "Just wait." Justin nodded. "Yeah so we're doing our thing, right. And my orgasms last a while sometimes--" "You don't have to remind me, honey!" "Ha, right. So I'm cumming everywhere, like... everywhere while Ashley's just laughing. Then she comes back in, this time with two other women who work there. And they're all talking in Spanish to one another. Pointing to my dick. Saying 'muy grande' and 'mucho mucho' and laughing to one another. It was so hilarious!" All three of them cracked up laughing at the funny encounter. The story sort of put things in perspective for everyone. Justin's penis was a point of fascination everywhere he went. It's incredible size begged for attention from women. Including the two on either side tonight. "It really screams for attention. Like, you can't even look away from it," Christina commented as she blatantly stared at his resting cock. "I guess I did kinda miss this little guy." "Little?" asked Ashley, to which everyone chuckled. "Didn't we measure you, sweetie?" Christina asked as she tilted her head to get a better angle. "It's ten and a half. It still is when he's hard. Shit, it's maybe even bigger these days. Justin, can we get it hard?" she asked with a sweet and sexy smile. Justin was hoping for some action tonight, but had no idea this would be the way he gets it. But he wasn't about to deny any of it. "Sure!" he cheerfully said as he picked up his cock. "Wait," said Christina as she had other plans. "I wanna feel it fill up." She reached over and took hold of his warm penis in her hand. "Gosh it's so heavy," she said as she slowly started to fondle and caress him with the goal of producing another famous erection. Justin sighed audibly. The sensation of Christina's cold hand on his penis rushed through his body, sparking memories of many years ago during that magical summer. Christina could do nothing but smile as she watched pleasure mount across his face. She bit her bottom lip as she focused on bringing him more arousal. "Wow," said Justin. Ashley beamed from his other side, happy to see him feel good. She lovingly caressed his thigh as she watched Christina jerk him off. "Does this feel nice?" she broke her gaze momentarily to see Justin's look of pure euphoria. "I can feel it gushing as you get harder. Look how big it is already!" Ashley knew this dick better than she knew her own hand. Yet every time she watched him go from soft to hard, she was equally impressed. As if it was the first time. "So thick, right?" "Right. And look, he still has more room to grow! I need two hands," Christina said as she brought her other hand to his cock, stroking both in unison. By now, Justin had almost reached his full length. Precum drizzled out his tip, providing Christina ample natural lubricant. She bore down, gritting her teeth as she pumped long and concentrated strokes, up and down. "Ok," she said as she paused, holding his base with one hand. "I think you're there!" Ashley tested by grabbing hold, just above Christina's hand. "Oh yeah. He's there. How's that feel, babe?" Justin looked at her, speechless, as if to say 'what do you think?' Ashley giggled. "How bad do you need to cum right now?" She knew him better than anyone. "I could cum a fountain," Justin remarked completely honestly. He likely could. "Now?" asked Christina. "I don't want to mess up your beautiful living room." Christina subtly reminded everyone she was well aware of the giant mess Justin was capable of creating. "No, look," said Ashley as she reached over and peeled Justin's t-shirt away from his body, creating a makeshift tent. "We always do this and then he just goes and changes. It's a little trick I discovered when I was sick of cleaning up his cum!" "Clever," Christina nodded as if Ashley had just solved a puzzle. "You'll have to help me when we get to that point." She then turned to Justin. "Are we getting to that point, Justin?" He could only nod, affirmatively. The time was near. "Ooo, ooo, ok, ok. Ashley, help!" Christina said as she used two hands to coax an orgasm out of Justin's rock hard penis. Ashley quickly pulled Justin's t-shirt up so far that he couldn't see what was happening. But he could feel every powerful sensation. As Ashley held his shirt up and Christina yanked on his throbbing cock, the first hint of cum came dripping out. "It's starting!" Ashley observed. Christina paused, holding both hands tightly around the base of his shaft. She was so excited to see what she had thought about frequently for the past decade. Her own stepson's orgasm. Justin didn't make a sound. He closed his eyes tightly even though neither woman could see his face. He felt his dick pulse under pressure and knew it would be a gusher. Time stood still. What seemed like a minute of nothing happening was in fact only a few short seconds. "Are you gonna cu--" "Ahhhhh!" shouted Justin as he fired a strong rope of spunk up into his t-shirt, plastering his chest. "There we go!" shouted Christina as she quickly resumed stroking the spewing pole. "Ohhh good boy! Look at that." Justin's legs shook as his cock pulsed over and over again, spraying the inside of his t-shirt with a remarkable amount of cum. His moans turned to groans and even whimpers as he worked his way through a powerful orgasm. "That's it baby, get it all out," Ashley said softly as she rubbed his shoulder. Both women leaned in to watch him ejaculate a seemingly never ending supply. "Oh my word, he's feeling this one, huh?" Ashley couldn't help but nod emphatically. It was an abnormally long orgasm, even for Justin. "Ahhhhhhhh, FUCK," said Justin, almost angrily. But everyone knew he was far from angry. "We done?" asked Christina, leaning in to get a closer look. But just as she did so, another final thick blast came pouring out. She dodged it just in time, letting it land on top of the already massive pool dripping down Justin's stomach. Ashley slowly lowered Justin's t-shirt, trapping his huge cock against his belly in a puddle of his own cum. It started to seep through the t-shirt creating a sticky, wet mess all over his chest and stomach. His still hard cock was clearly visible against the thin cotton. "Oh my goodness," Christina laughed. "Look at this mess!" Justin finally got a glimpse as he looked down at his trapped cock under his shirt. "That was a fuck ton." Ashley laughed as she rubbed his shoulder. "Yes it was!" she agreed. "I can't believe you STILL cum this much even ten years later. You're like a porn star or something. It's really amazing." Justin laid his head back and closed his eyes. "Thanks. That was incredible." Christina rested her hand on his penis over his shirt. She gave it a gentle squeeze. "Softening?" she asked. Justin had started to retract to his flaccid state. "He can't stay hard after cumming like he used to when we were younger. Old age I guess," Ashley explained. Justin opened his eyes and glared at her. "Hey! I may need some recharge, but I can go again just like back then." Ashley laughed. "You're right, you're right. Nothing wrong with a little recharge." Justin looked down. "God, look at this. I'm soaked. I need to go change." His softened cock was still abundantly large, trapped tightly underneath his wet t-shirt. Justin tapped it lightly to gauge how soaked it was. "Sweetheart, just take your shirt off. Use that clean up. Then wha-la! Done!" Christina offered an easy solution. "Then what? Sit here with no clothes on?" Ashley burst out laughing. "I've seen this movie before!" It was true. The two women had spent plenty of time hanging around with Justin naked. It had just been many years since that happened. "Is that ok?" he looked at Christina for approval. "Don't look at me. You know I don't have an issue with that. I just jerked you off for chrissakes, sweetie!" With permission, Justin slowly peeled off his shirt, careful not to make a mess on the couch or anywhere else. He balled it up and used it as a sort of sponge to wipe the remaining ejaculate from his cock and stomach. The women watched, sipping wine like it was a show. "Alrighty. I think I got it all," he said satisfied with his work. "Now what?" "You already said it. Recharge time!" Ashley announced. ---------------------------- The sheer comfortability of Justin being naked while both women remained clothed rushed back into the air, as if it was that infamous summer again. They chit-chatted, drank wine, and laughed with one another. All the while, Justin sat naked, displaying his monstrous cock for all to gaze upon. Anna slept soundly upstairs while the three of them enjoyed themselves. They moved the party to the back patio so as not to disturb the baby. Justin and Ashley sat on the outdoor loveseat while Christina sat in a chair facing them. A small table was positioned in the middle, housing their wine glasses. "The doctor said it was most likely teething. Nothing to worry about," Ashley said. Recently, Anna was having crying fits for seemingly no reason. "I married George when Justin was already six. So I unfortunately don't have much advice for you on that front, honey." "Oh, don't worry about it. You've been so helpful around here, Christina. We really do appreciate it." "Yeah Mom. We don't know what we'd do without you," added Justin. The conversation would have been a completely normal husband, wife, and mother-in-law interaction if it wasn't for the fact that Justin was completely naked with an abnormally large soft penis hanging across his leg. And to make it more apparent, Ashley would periodically caress it, not calling attention to the act, just doing it out of convenience. During a lull in the conversation, Christina took notice of Ashley petting his cock while she looked around the backyard. "Recharged yet?" she asked. Ashley turned to her. "Hmm?" Christina nodded towards his cock. "Ohh!" Ashley picked it up and squeezed it. "What do you think, honey? I'd say you've had enough time." "More than enough. I could get hard for sure," Justin said, placing his hand next to Ashley's. As if they rehearsed the maneuver, they both jointly stroked his cock as it immediately began filling with blood with every beat of his heart. "Teamwork," commented Christina. She had a perfect vantage point as she watched Justin grow another powerful erection. "Welcome back!" Ashley said cheerfully to his penis as she ran a finger through her blonde hair, tucking it behind her ear. She leaned in and kissed the tip softly and sensually. Justin moaned from the sensation. "Feel good?" she asked eagerly before leaning in again, taking his swollen head into her warm, wet mouth. Justin groaned again, running his hands through Ashley's hair. He spread his legs out, getting comfortable. This time Ashley didn't slow down. She held on with her hand while taking a few inches of his thick shaft into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock, sending shockwaves of arousal throughout his body. Christina sat directly in front of them in the best seat for the action. She watched as Ashley effortlessly worked her way down his shaft, inch by inch, until half of the ten and a half inch beast was inside her mouth. She noticed Justin's scrotum flexed, lifting his heavy balls up in the air with each muscle movement. Ashley went deeper, nearly reaching three quarters of the way down. "My God Ashley," said Christina, amazed at her abilities. "Would you look at this?" Ashley didn't stop. She used one hand to position the base, resting her fingertips on his balls, while she pushed her mouth further down. She couldn't get it all in, but she put in a herculean effort in doing so. She then slid her mouth all the way up the shaft and released him with a loud pop. She gasped for air and wiped her mouth while starting to stroke him with her hands. Christina clapped. "Well done, sister!" Justin laughed. "She's a pro after all these years." "You almost got all of him in your mouth!" Christina remarked. "Almost," said Ashley while stroking her man. "Gave it a good shot, that's for sure." "When was the last time you did that to him?" asked Christina, curiously. Ashley turned to Justin to think about the question. "Was it San Diego?" she asked, facing Justin while continuing to jerk him off. He nodded. "I think it was." "From that story? That was over a year ago! You two need to spend more time on each other!" Christina commented. "A healthy sex life means healthy marriage, never forget that." As Ashley stroked Justin, she nodded, agreeing with Christina's advice. She was right. Ashley and Justin probably had not spent enough time ensuring their marriage was still strong after having the baby. What better time than now to fix that. Without saying anything, Ashley resumed blowing Justin, this time she focused on giving him pleasure rather than just trying to fit as much as she could. She masterfully stroked and sucked at the same time. While Justin moaned in delight, bobbing her head up and down with his hand, Christina crossed her leg, drank her wine and enjoyed the show. As time went on, Ashley's mouth began wandering north. She licked Justin's abs from his pubic area all the way up to his chest. She stroked his cock affectionately while repositioning herself so that she was now straddling him. Justin moved to take her shirt off, but paused. "Is this ok?" Instead of responding, Ashley released his dick and took her shirt off herself, revealing her big, beautiful, round natural breasts cradled in a sexy black bra. Christina studied Ashley's back. Lined with muscles, her fit and trim physique did not resemble a woman in her thirties who had just given birth. Ashley was naturally beautiful without having to try very hard. She watched as Justin's big hands worked their way around Ashley's back, stopping at her bra. He effortlessly unclasped it, freeing her large orbs for him to stick his face in. Christina alternated her crossed legs and took a sip. She studied the underside of her stepson's massive cock as nestled against Ashley's lower back. His balls were tight, scrunching up in his scrotum like a vacuum-sealed bag. Out of view from Christina, Justin frantically unbuttoned Ashley's pants, digging his hand into her soaking wet panties. He felt her vagina and knew right away she was aching for him to fuck her. They made out, practically devouring each other's face. Ashley breathed heavily through her nose as Justin rubbed and soothed her aching pussy. He slowly pushed her off his lap so that he could pull her pants down. In doing so, he also yanked her panties off, showing off her perfectly shaped ass to Christina behind them. As Ashley stepped out of her pants around her ankles, Christina caught a glimpse of her puffy, wet labia. Just as she had remembered from years past. Ashley resumed straddling Justin, this time taking his cock in her hand and slowly guiding it to her waiting hole. She had to get up off her knees and move to more of a squatting position due to the sheer height of his cock, but once it penetrated her, she was able to get more comfortable. Once the head slipped in, she shot her head back, closed her eyes and moaned loudly. It was so loud, in fact, that Christina looked around the yard and glanced at the baby monitor afterwards. "Mmmmmm, fuck. God, you feel so good babe. You feel so good." Justin held on to her slim waist as he helped guide her down onto his penis, making sure to go nice and slow. Over the years, he had become a master at being patient. Ashley was not exactly over accommodating in her crotch, so there was always the need to adjust. As if Christina wasn't even there, they began to fuck. In time, the two lovebirds struck a rhythm. Justin was bouncing his pelvis up while Ashley held onto his shoulders while rocking back and forth. Her moans escalated faster and louder as she was able to slide more and more of his massive dick inside. From Christina's viewpoint, she could see every detail of Justin's shaft, three quarters of the way inside Ashley. He was thrusting so hard, his pink balls would continually slap Ashley's tight ass as the two of them fucked like rabid monkeys. The rhythmic slapping was so loud, it humorously filled the air across the whole backyard. Christina was no doubt aroused herself. She and George always maintained a healthy sexual relationship together, but nothing as profoundly erotic as what she was witnessing right in front of her. And he wasn't nearly as big as his son. She could feel herself becoming wet with arousal. Her heart beat rapidly and breathing increased. She desperately wanted to dig a hand into her crotch, but contained herself for now. She took a sip of wine to try and quell her nerves. In no time, Ashley's first orgasm arrived. She froze in place, with Justin's cock nearly entirely buried in her, before shooting her head back and screaming. She stifled it with her hand, but it was still extremely loud. "Oh my God, Justin! Oh my God! Fuck!" she cried out in a sort of desperate whine. "I'm cumming! I'm fucking cumming, baby!" Justin didn't have to do much as he watched his wife trek through an intense orgasm. He couldn't remember the last time he saw this. Perhaps it was a few months before their daughter was born when Ashley went through the "horny" stage of pregnancy. As Ashley started to relax, she put her head on Justin's shoulder, closed her eyes, and cracked up laughing. Justin and Christina laughed too while his hard dick was still buried inside. "Yeah?" asked Justin as he pushed Ashley out just far enough that they could make eye contact with one another. "Fuck yes," she said before kissing him passionately. Christina loved watching this. She stared happily at her stepson's dick, comfortably penetrated entirely into Ashley as they kissed each other like the perfect married couple. She was overjoyed with happiness. But that changed quickly in an instant. Suddenly, a high-pitched squeal erupted from the baby monitor on the table. Ashley quickly snapped out of it, climbed off Justin and ran over to the screen. Anna was awake and crying. "Oh my God! I need to go check on her!" "Now?" asked Justin, holding hard, soaking wet cock. Ashley darted away, completely naked, and went inside. Christina watched her run off with a concerned look on her face. She turned back to Justin. "Do you want me to go help?" He waved his hand, dismissively. "No. no. It's good. She's been doing this. Ash is gonna just rock with her a bit. She's gonna be ok." "I feel bad. You two have fun, I should go take care of her." "Mom, no. Believe me. It's ok. Anna just wants to be held by Ashley. They're ok." Out of respect, Christina decided to let them be parents and not try and interfere. But now, the situation was extremely strange. As Ashley went upstairs to calm the baby, Justin sat across from her with an achingly hard erection that didn't seem to die down one bit. Aware of this, Justin stroked his cock mindlessly as the two of them waited for Ashley. After at least ten minutes and some awkward small talk, it became clear that Ashley would be a while. "Everything ok up there?" asked Christina. Justin glanced at the monitor. "Yep, she's wide awake though. I think Ashley's just gonna try and get her to go back down." "Looks like something else needs to go back down too," said Christina. She couldn't resist. Justin cracked up laughing and in the process realized he was still holding his cock. He let it go, but couldn't ignore the fact that he was still rock hard and incredibly horny. "Well now. This is awkward isn't it?" Christina keeled over laughing, happy to be letting it out after several minutes of an uncomfortable situation. "I see you're not going anywhere are you, young man?" she teasingly asked his penis. "Nope!" Justin answered as he wagged his cock at her playfully. "Ahh, jeez louise," Christina sighed as she looked at his cock. "It's big, huh? I can't believe Ashley took that all." "It definitely takes some adjusting, but she can. I'm telling ya, she's a pro." "Indeed she is. And good for you honey for pleasuring her so well. She was really into it!" "Over the years, I've learned how to wield this thing. It's a lot harder having one like this than people lead you to believe," Justin said as he took hold of his shaft again. "It's unlike one I've ever seen. That's for damn sure." "Really? So... is my Dad like this?" "Oh dear! Absolutely not. Haven't I told you that? He's not even close, honey." "How big is his then?" Christina thought about it while staring at Justin's cock. "Come here." She leaned forward in her chair as Justin stood up and walked over in front of her. She picked up his dick in her hand and studied it closely. "See... about.... Here. See here? That's your father." Christina pointed to a point on Justin's dick about five inches up from the base. "You're two of him, Justin!" She then casually stroked his dick as he stood in front of her. It was inches from her face. "You're still dripping, honey. Look. Look at all that precum!" "I need to cum so bad. I was just getting there when Anna cried." Christina continued to jerk him off in long strokes, careful not to set anything off. She spoke to him while looking at his cock. "I can't believe after all we've been through, I never tried this. Allll the other girls that summer did." "Tried what?" Justin asked. Christina stopped stroking him and looked up. "To take you inside." Justin was shocked. He didn't know how to respond. The truth of the matter was, he never thought that was something Christina even wanted to entertain. She was his step mother after all. If it were up to Justin, he would have done so in a heartbeat, but he figured he guessed incorrectly. "Mom... I... I didn't know you wanted to." She again looked up at him. This time displaying a very serious and stern look. "Please don't call me that honey. Not when I'm about to do what I'm about to do." After that, she slowly and sexily took her shirt and bra off, revealing her perky medium sized tits. She casually pinched her nipples, before reaching down and unbuttoning her pants. She moved swiftly and flexibly even at her age. As Justin watched her undress, he thought to himself how her body could easily be confused with that of a twenty-five year old. Christina dropped her pants and underwear, kicking them aside. She revealed a rather thick, dark brown bush above her vagina. She sat back in her chair, put her hand over her crotch and spread her legs. She then looked up at Justin, covering herself with one hand. "Once. Once just so I know the feeling. Then never again." Justin nodded obediently. After knowing this beautiful woman for twenty plus years, he would finally know what it's like to feel her from the inside. He clutched his cock and bent down, supporting himself with one hand on the back of the chair. Christina placed her free hand on his chest, preventing him from getting any closer. "Slow. You have to go slow and gentle. I'm not like Ashley, I can guarantee you that." Justin nodded to show he understood. Once satisfied, Christina slowly removed the hand that was obstructing her pussy, revealing her pink, soft, lips giving way to her wet and delicious cunt. Getting the head in was not exactly an easy feat. With Ashley, it slipped in immediately, but Christina's opening was far less accommodating at first. Justin rubbed it ever so slightly across her vagina, hoping to find an opportunity to get in. Christina leaned her head forward and watched. She rubbed her clit slowly, working up her arousal and getting the juices flowing. She stared at his massively large erection, asking herself how in the world such a thing would fit inside her. "Is it gonna fit?" she asked, concerned. It didn't appear like it was possible given the vast size of his penis against her tiny snatch. But Justin expertly remained patient. Taking his time and being gentle with his approach. And his patience paid off as his giant, fat cock head finally slipped inside Christina. She moaned at first penetration, clutching Justin's arms and forming an 'o' with her mouth. She remained leaning forward as she watched him slowly advance. "Oh my God, sweetie. Oh my good God, you're big." "I'll be careful I promise. Try and relax." Christina moved her hands to Justin's toned stomach, pinching his abdominal muscles, trying to grasp anything as she braced for further penetration. Justin sensed an opportunity and advanced his cock another inch inside. Christina responded. "Ohhhhhh!!!!!!" she screamed. It was pleasure, not pain. Her body sent shivers of arousal everywhere from her head to her dainty toes as she closed her eyes in pure ecstasy. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. YES! Yes! Fuck yes Justin!" She was so wet now, her vagina was easily welcoming more of Justin. He pressed on, pushing another three, maybe four inches inside her. His cock ventured into brand new territory as it became acquainted with Christina's tight, wet, pussy. In no time, three fourths of his ten inch cock were planted deep inside his step mother. "Oh! Oh! Fuck! Yes! So deep! You're so fucking deep!" Justin rocked back and forth as he slid against Christina. Their bodies fit perfectly together as they had passionate, erotic sex. Despite nearly cumming a moment ago, Justin was able to hold it in for at least ten minutes as he sent Christina in and out of three strong orgasms. Justin could sense she was going to cum a fourth time. At the same time, he felt his own load boiling from the depths of his taut balls. He decided they would orgasm together. Christina's moans escalated as he rocked back and forth, plowing his cock deep inside her. "Yes! Yes! Oh God, baby! Oh fuck! Just like that! Don't! Fucking! Stop! YESSSS!" Christina came like a river. Her legs convulsed. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head. She unleashed a wave of cum all over Justin's cock which was still buried inside her. She became possessed as an orgasm like none she had ever experienced canvassed her body. Then it was time. In the middle of Christina's powerful orgasm, Justin's arrived as well. He pulled his dick out just in time as a huge rope of cum flung out, over Christina's head and onto the screen door to the house behind them. "Ohhhh!" Shouted Justin as he stroked his cock and shot two big loads at Christina's naked body. "Oh fuck!" Christina rubbed her clit and rode out the rest of her orgasm as Justin drenched her with his. It was a sight to be seen as step mother and step son came together under the warm summer air. Christina finished hers first. But Justin wouldn't stop. She leaned forward, took hold of his cock and placed the gushing member into her mouth. His hot seed caked the back of her throat as she nearly choked with how much was coming out at once. She managed to swallow in time for more as she stroked with one hand and swallowed with another. Justin's butt cheeks clenched, toes curled, and knees bent as he unloaded into her mouth. Christina struggled to accept the massive load being dumped into her mouth. She tried to swallow a second time, but it was no use. Gobs and gobs of cum came pouring out of her mouth onto her lap and stomach below. Justin growled like a lion as the final few loads spilled out with the help of Christina's stroking hand. He was done. He trembled with sensitivity as she continued to stroke his cock when it was most vulnerable. Both of them broke out laughing as she tormented him. Christina looked around. "Justin," she said. "You came... everywhere. Look at this!" she shouted as she held up a particularly thick strand of cum that landed on her hand. It dripped heavily to the ground as Justin laughed. "Damn. That was a lot huh?" he said. As the two of them shared a moment, the door slid open behind them. "Oh. My. God!" Ashley shouted as she strode up to them. Her big, healthy breasts bounced as she approached. "You guys fucked?!" "My fault!" Christina said as she raised her hand. "I got carried away. I just wanted to feel him." "And?" Ashley asked, eager to find out. Christina looked at Ashley, then Justin, then the mess he produced all over her. "I think we just put the icing on another great summer!" The End

Sophie Digitally Naked in School by Executionus Part 3: After lunch I went toward my 5th period class (lunch was my 4th period class, the younger students have lunch for 5th period). As I walked through the hallway and approached the door to English, I was flagged down by a boy I know from chess club and other nerd adventures, named Tyler. "Sophie! Don't walk in there yet" he yelled to me. I'm over here wondering how this day could possibly get any worse, so I nervously ask him "...whyyyy not?" He answered me "I need a favor from you, a huge one! And Miss Hook is ordering all phones turned in when we walk into class because of the announcement at lunch." Of course. The principal told everyone about my pictures being sent all over the school, so now we have teachers trying fruitlessly to control several hundred horny teenagers in their classrooms to stop them from drooling over Minka. Good luck. Still, I had no idea what any of this had to do with a favor. "What favor?" He gave me some really pitiful baby eyes "Can you send me these nude pictures everyone is talking about all of the sudden? Every time I ask any of the guys I know they either don't have them yet, are scared of getting in trouble now, or they're just keeping them from me on purpose to be a jerk. Apparently there's some big effort from the big shot boys to keep any of us in Science Olympiad from getting to see the pictures at all, which is total bullshit." My mind jumps in loops from this request, but I also get a little mad from the news that the popular punks are supposedly trying to gatekeep my pictures. I mean seriously, what kind of bastard would do that just because someone is smarter than they are? In what alternate universe did they think they had that right? Wait hold on, am I actually getting offended about my pictures NOT being sent out to enough boys? ...Yes, yes I am. I'm mad about that not being fair, and many of my friends are in the nerd community. I don't want any of the boys AT ALL to see me naked and I wish I could just destroy all the pictures with a Thanos Snap, but at the same time in the real world where we are now it would honestly piss me off if the people sending out my stolen images left and right were purposely keeping them away from horny nice boys like Tyler. God this is the weirdest goddamn day. When I went too long without saying anything, Tyler asked "So can you help me out? I know you've managed to get them by now. You're you! And once I get them all I can start sharing them with the rest of us in S.O." I just...man, it's so hard to say no to Tyler, but he's literally asking me to send him all of my nude pictures! I don't want him to see me naked, but I also don't want him to feel left out and bullied. And this is a line that I haven't crossed yet...ME sending out my pictures. So far I have never sent out my pictures to anyone ever. This would mean that I sent my nudes to a boy, that me, REAL me sent them directly. They weren't stolen, they weren't obtained indirectly through the grapevine, this time I would be directly giving a boy I know very well and have known for years the most humiliatingly explicit collection of pictures of me that has ever existed (or WILL ever exist I can promise you that). I'm not emotionally prepared for crossing that line. To do so would make me no longer just a victim...I'd be involved too. I go to tell him no, trying to think of a kind way to let him down without being suspicious, but the look in his eyes just fills me with regret. He really is a nice boy that is always getting treated like crap by other boys and even many girls just because he's in Science Olympiad and chess club instead of the "manly" clubs and sports. From what I know he has even worse luck with dating than I do. I just can't break his heart like that by refusing his request. "Ok" I said to him while slightly trembling "I'll send them all to you now quickly before class" I bring up my phone. Ironically I have my album twice...the originals and the ones Ava sent me this morning. Ava's collection was grouped nicely in a folder so I go with that choice. I move to text them all to Tyler but my hand is freezing up at the send button. I take a deep breath to calm my nerves but it isn't helping in the slightest. I'm about to flash a boy! I'm about to flash him top, bottom, back, and spread wide. He's going to see everything I have and he's going to have the pictures to keep forever. This is so scary. It's so damn stupid that the idea of me trying to send pictures to one boy myself is so frightening when hundreds of other boys already have my pictures, but it is. And besides, he plans to share them with all of the other nerds, so it's more than one boy that I'm flashing if I do this. It's a whole crew of them. I need to reset my brain. "THIS IS NOT ME!" I scream silently inside my head. These are pictures of "Minka", not me. Minka Minka Minka. She's a beautiful sultry woman without inhibitions, who talks with a sexy Eastern European accent like a boss (because why not?), walks dominatingly in high heels, makes boys submit to her, and she loves getting off to boys looking at her and complimenting her body. ...Ok that last part might be me too, not just Minka. Either way, thinking about this as if Minka was a different person helps me far more than what it would have done if I was sane. I finally click send, which transfers all 30ish pictures of me to Tyler. There's no turning back now, he's going to see it all and share it all with his friends. Many of them are my friends too, and now they're all going to be drooling over my privates. Erm..Minka's privates. Whoever's privates, my face is still turning red as I can't believe that I just did that. Tyler starts browsing the album right there in the hallway and his eyes are bulging out of his skull, and that's not the only thing clearly bulging. His face is turning red and I notice sweat forming on his forehead. With each scroll his heart seems to be jumping at the new reveal, most of which are more explicit than the ones before them. I'm watching him react to my body in real time and it's honestly so fascinating in addition to filling me with shame. Still, his silent reaction isn't giving me the tingles that I need right in this embarrassing moment. I prod him for a verbal reaction "So...what do you think of her? Is she worth the hype?" "Hell yeah!" he yells pretty loudly. "Oh my God I'm in love, this girl is so beautiful. No wonder everybody is going nuts, she's gotta be the hottest girl in the whole school! ...No offense" The fact that this dude just hit me with a "no offense" as a comparison between me and Minka legitimately almost made me start laughing, but I caught myself just in time. His compliments are filling me with that warm happy feeling again in my chest, face, and groin. Still, I need more. I'm starting to feel a little bit like a junkie, but fuck it...I don't care. I prod him some more "So what's your favorite area on her, your favorite picture, and why? I've heard there's a big debate raging right now with the boys about that. Don't be shy, I want to hear your FULL opinions. My group was all talking about this at lunch earlier but I wanna hear your naughty little thoughts too, just for fun" He turns his phone around to show me the last picture in the album: my pussy spread wide apart with my fingers, clit sticking out, and wet to the point where my pussy is drooling on the floor. "That picture, definitely! This girl's pussy is fucking hot, like holy hell! I love a girl who shaves for starters, and I love it when pussies have that hot pink color on the inside. Also I really like it when a woman is visibly aroused and not just faking it like what you usually see in porn. Like look, you can even see her clit right here" as he pointed to it on the screen "not to mention how wet she is, looking tasty as hell. I just want to lick her until she runs out of juice, no matter how long it takes or how loudly she screams. ...So how's that? Naughty enough for you?" Yes. Yes yes. Yes yes very yes! Wow my hormones are swimming right now. Hearing him fantasize about my pussy was making me sweat and shiver, making my face solid crimson, and making my heart speed up to the point where I could almost hear it beating. I even felt myself getting a little wet down there from him talking about my wetness, like he somehow summoned it by speaking of it. And little nerdy Tyler from chess club knows how to locate a clitoris and even loves giving a woman oral! Goddamn, why haven't I ever asked him out yet? That was obviously a big gigantic mistake. I made a serious mental note right there that even if he isn't the biggest or prettiest of guys, Tyler might be seriously good in bed and worth a shot. Ok damnit, I need to stop lusting over everybody so hard once they start complimenting me like this or else my first time is going to be a gang bang! Actually...do I WANT a gang bang with a dozen or so beautiful men and women all there to service me and me alone in a fever of unending pleasure that never ends because my servants can just rotate in and out when they get tired or sore? Could Minka actually make that a reality? If I dressed up as her one day, could I lure Tyler, that Ben guy, Cliff, Ava, and anyone else I could ever want to grant me 12 hours in a row of orgasmic bliss? AHH! No, bad Sophie, you're too horny right now! Dial it down right now before you have to change panties! I have probably gone far too long without answering his question to me. "Yes! Yes that's good. Whew, that kinda got me hot a little bit, naughty boy" Tyler looked away from me shyly "Heh. So what about you? I know you like girls. What do you like best about her?" Oooook, that's a question that I don't know how to answer. Lusting after myself is a little weird, especially with all of my insecurities and the flaws that only I can see apparently. Then again, lusting after myself is exactly how this whole thing started. Besides, I have to keep up my cover, and normal Sophie would not be too shy to describe in great detail how much she loves a girl like Minka. "Well..." I started "I agree with you, her pussy is to die for, and that last picture is...well wow, it's just wow, right?" I didn't want to admit it to him for a multitude of reasons, but my very last picture was the first one that I got off to during my fun session. The explicitness was such a turn-on, as I just imagined the extreme intimacy of a girl actually sending that picture to someone, a picture of ultimate pornographic vulnerability that could only be shared with a person's true love. The fact that the entire damn school is seeing that view of me right now is such a massive source of embarrassment. Then again, there was one other picture that I used the most as that day went on so I confessed honestly "Still, my favorite picture is this one from the front which shows her whole body with her hands behind her head. She looks so confident, so intense, and so sure of her own sexiness here. I just imagine her stripping for me, posing like this to make me weak, and then giving me a lap dance all to seduce me and turn me into her slave." I wasn't making that fantasy up either, that was what kept going through my mind on Sunday and why I kept going back to that particular image. While I am such a blatant sub, in my mind Minka is a dom who could bend anyone to her desires. Tyler smiled "You're so cute when you hit subspace, anyone ever tell you that?" I gasp "WHAT??? What...what do I look like when I do that? IS IT THAT OBVIOUS??" He started laughing at me, yet here I am blushing like mad. I didn't realize that anybody could tell when I slipped into subspace fantasizing about someone being dominant to me! Also the revelation that Tyler knew what "subspace" was just tipped me off that he must be just as into kink stuff as I am. Not to mention he just called me cute, and I was already riding a horny high from his earlier compliments to Minka. Now I'm imagining Tyler pinning me to the wall behind me and having his way with me right here in public. I need to stop letting my horny mind run amok today before I go crazy! Finally he answered "It's not super duper obvious, no, but your face gets really red, your eyes get glossy, and your entire body language changes to make yourself smaller. Like, you pull your arms towards your chest usually and lower your head. It's something I've noticed in the past." I reply "Well no, nobody has ever told me that before. Thanks, I suppose." Tyler giggled again "Don't mention it. Although if you want, I'll totally buy you a collar for your birthday next month and you can wear it around school, staying in subspace all day" Ok, there's no way that he could've known that being collared in public actually WAS one of my biggest fetishes, but there's also no chance that I'm admitting to that right now. I quickly answer him "Let's not!" Actually sitting through 5th period was uneventful and overall boring, especially since the teacher took all of our phones. Honestly I enjoyed the break from my every minute being about my naked parts and the fact that everyone was looking at them. In a weird way, though, part of me was missing the feeling of being the center of everyone's attention. It doesn't make sense since I am so massively ashamed of everyone being able to see me naked like this, but somehow it feels good that everybody WANTS to keep looking at me now that they can. It makes me feel wanted and attractive. It would honestly feel worse if my pictures were out there but nobody cared to see them. I would be horrified if I was so ugly that people would reject my free nudes. When class was over and I finally got my phone back, I noticed a whole bunch of text messages that came in while I was in there. That's a pretty odd thing in general since I don't text during classes and neither do my friends usually. I had messages from Cliff, Ava, and apparently something from my brother Arnold. I really wasn't ready for whatever Arnold had to say to me if he really was the person who leaked me, so I checked Ava first. Her message read "Just thought you might be interested in knowing that some of the cutest boys in school, Roger, Lloyd, and Albert, are all totally in love with Minka now. They're in my 5th period class and they wouldn't stop fawning over her. Lloyd even told me that if I ever found out Minka's identity that I was to ask her out for him since he's single right now. I had a feeling you might enjoy hearing that" She's not wrong! Wow, I would sell a kidney to get a night alone with Roger, Albert, or Lloyd, and they all think that I'm sexy now. Lloyd is even trying to ask me out! I sorta squeal inside my head for a second. On the other hand, I start to get really embarrassed at the realization that all three of them, TOTAL supermodels, have seen me naked now. They're probably looking at me naked right at this very second. I no longer have absolutely anything that they haven't seen now. And honestly, how could I ever actually date any of them without revealing my identity? There's no way. I'm trapped again, stuck in the weird state where Sophie is forever alone while Minka is the hottest attraction in the school. Ok ok, I need to move on. I bring up Cliff's messages next. There were three in a row: "I talked with a freshman I know from chess club and he doesn't think your brother was the leaker. I asked about a couple different freshmen to avoid tipping him off to what I know, but he didn't think any of them had done it"...."Nevermind, now he's telling me that he asked around and a bunch of people are saying that the leak started in Miss Wilson's class, which is your brother's first class. It looks like he might be guilty"...."So my friend apparently just went and asked your brother directly, even though I asked him not to do that sort of thing yet. Your brother is denying that he did anything and says he was sent the pictures just like anyone else. He might just be trying to avoid getting in trouble though now that the principal is on the warpath" Great, what a fun little sequence of texts that was. I figure I might as well bring up Arnold's text now, which says "We need to talk. I'll meet you at your locker after class". Perfect, absolutely perfect. This will give me the chance to execute my sibling before 6th period. Unless somehow he is innocent, but then why else would he be texting ME? Oh crap...what if he's actually innocent and instead he just recognized me from the pictures? Ugh, that would be utterly humiliating. Now I don't know which option is worse. I rush over to my locker, figuring that I need as much time as I can get before I have to book it toward gym for 6th period. As soon as I see Arnold rage fills me. All of my humiliation and agony today just floods to the surface even before he says a word. The look of guilt is written on his face. I somehow manage to calmly speak one word without exploding "Explain" I must've looked extremely scary in that moment, because he put up both hands to defend himself while whispering "It wasn't my fault! It was Jerry!" I repeat myself, but louder "EXPLAIN!" Arnold made sure to be extremely quiet in the crowded hallway as he told me "You forgot that your tablet is logged into your Google account, and I brought both of our tablets to Jerry's house yesterday, remember? We were playing a new game and his computer sucks. You agreed to it! I didn't know that you were going to start taking naked pictures while we were gone!" Fuck. Fuck fuck, he's right! I didn't even think about the fact that he had my tablet yesterday! It would've brought up a notification every time I took a picture. Whichever one of them was using my computer would've been linked to each picture the moment I took it. I closed my eyes "And then what?" He continued "I was using your computer and he was using mine. I was actually trying to AVOID him snooping through your stuff, but I kept getting those annoying notifications while we were trying to play a match. When we finished I clicked on it to see what it was about. I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS GOING TO SHOW ME A BUNCH OF YOUR NAKED PICTURES! And Jerry was sitting right next to me when I did it, so he saw everything." Wonderful. Jerry was always a little brat, and now that little brat has seen me naked just like everyone else. Arnold kept explaining "But here's the problem...I didn't recognize you at all at first, because you looked so different from usual. We actually thought you were taking pictures of a secret new girlfriend that you were screwing at home once you got the house to yourself. I didn't actually figure out that it was you until after I got home and really looked at the pictures closely." He looked at my pictures closely. UGH!!! Oh my God, I do NOT want to know if my brother was getting off to me. Nope, nope, NOPE! Just the fact that I know my perverted little brother was looking at my boobs, butt, and pussy is mortifying and horrifying enough by itself. If he was actually jerking to me, then I sincerely hope that he recognized me right as he neared the edge just so that the shock gave him horrible blue balls and he couldn't finish! I don't care if that sounds petty. I harshly whispered "So you're telling me that you and Jerry saved my pictures thinking it was my non-existent girlfriend? Do you understand how wrong that was on, like, multiple levels?" He snapped back "Hey! If you stumbled across a schoolmate's naked pictures, you would've saved them. You were the one acting all thirsty when that one dude's dick pic leaked last year. Don't act innocent." I mean he's not wrong, but still. "Ok yeah fine, but this is crossing the line Arnold! I would've kept the pictures in secret, I NEVER would've leaked them to everyone everywhere like this." Arnold pitifully apologized "I'm sorry! I didn't do it, he did. Even before I knew it was you I told him not to show those pictures to anybody or else you were going to kill us, but he didn't listen. He told a few people that the pictures were of HIS girlfriend, but most people knew that was a lie. I never actually told him it was you because... Well ok, promise not to laugh or make fun of me, but I said lots of things that I now super duper regret saying, if you get my drift. Not being weird...but you look good, and I didn't know that shit was you! I'm embarrassed enough as it is. I didn't want him to know that I said that stuff about my own sister because he would tease me for the rest of my life." I snapped "Boy I don't even want to HEAR about YOUR embarrassment after today! Fine, nobody else can recognize me in those pictures either. Even you took several hours and you live with me. So you're saying that Jerry had all of my pictures from yesterday, not knowing that it was actually me, and that he was the one who started sending them all over the mother fucking school?" He softly answered "Yes. I'm really sorry, Sophie, I swear it. At least nobody else seems to know that it's you. People keep asking me and Jerry who you are though, so word is getting out that we started this. I keep denying it but I'm worried that Jerry might spill the beans about your 'girlfriend' if they put enough pressure on him" In a voice of pure stone cold serial killer level calmness I told Arnold "I will get even with your friend, no matter what it takes. If you don't want to join him, you'd better never tell a soul about me being Minka." Suddenly very confused, he asked me "Wait, who?" Oops. Idiot.... Why did I say that? That was a complete accident! I'm not wanting everyone to know my code name, but I guess I might as well tell Arnold at this point. "Minka is the codename I came up with for 'the girl in the pictures' so that I could talk about them in public with a couple of my friends who know without worrying about people over-hearing us. To put it in nerd terms, Sophie is Clark Kent, Minka is Superman. Don't go telling that to people though" He smirked "You really should use 'Supergirl' in your metaphor, but I get it." He then very softly told me "I really am truly sorry, Sophie. I never meant for any of this to happen." I put my hand on his shoulder "Look, it's ok. I understand, and I'm not mad at you. Today has just been so humiliating for me. Every boy in school (and the girls too) have all gotten to see me naked and they even get to keep the pictures. Could you imagine if every girl in school had pictures of your dick? Imagine seeing them everywhere you look, following you around, mocking you. That's my life right now. These pictures might last for my entire life, my whole life. If people find out that it's me...my old life is over. Even just people seeing those pictures of me anonymously makes me want to just jump off a bridge. I feel like such a dirty trashy slut, and those pictures aren't even SLIGHTLY tasteful. Some of them are straight porn. If I do get found out...I might actually go jump for real just to make it all end." Arnold suddenly hugged me, which I was not expecting one ounce since we never hug. It was surprisingly comforting. He then told me "Don't ever joke about hurting yourself, that's not cool and you know it. Nobody will ever find out who you are, you made yourself look massively unlike yourself in the face in those pictures. And even if they did, then the whole school would just finally start to appreciate how good you look, that's all. It wouldn't be a bad thing, you'd honestly be the most popular girl in school if they knew." I hugged him back "Maybe...but that doesn't make me feel like any less of a degenerate loser. I don't want everyone laughing at me and making fun of me, or treating me like an object...." He then added "Trust me...it would be fine. Basically all of my friends want to bang you now. Jimmy offered me $100 cash for your phone number because of the rumors that I know you. I don't even know where he got that much money. Not gonna lie...I almost gave it to him." I stared at my brother "Don't you dare, little man!" Arnold laughed "You know actually, you should setup a fake Telegram account for, what was it? 'Minka'. Yeah that way you and I could get paid for hooking people up with her, without having to give anybody your actual phone number or anything. And then you can just ghost them if they get weird or whatever" ...Huh. I basically think out loud "Damnit. That's not a bad idea! Wait, then how would I explain the fact that I know this girl when nobody else does? Bah, that would never work it would be too suspicious." Arnold then told me "You might as well make the account and just tell everyone 'nunya beezwax' if they ask." I roll my eyes "Smooth, boy. Reeeeeal smooth. They'll never suspect a thing, totes legit. Look I think I am going to make a fake account for Minka just to have it and maybe use it as some kinda decoy away from me in some way, but for now we really do need to get to class before we're late. Bye!" On my way to class I texted Cliff and the others informing them that Arnold's friend Jerry was responsible for the leak but that he didn't know who I was either. I told them that I wanted to make him suffer for that somehow and wanted their help with ideas. Haylee's idea was the best one: Eye for an eye, I needed to leak HIS naked pictures all over the school to get even. I have no clue how to make that happen though. Weirdly, I also felt myself filled with an odd desire to actually create the chat account for Minka, so I signed up for a basic account quickly before I reached the classroom. I can't explain it well, but I think part of me actually wants to be able to roleplay as Minka in a safe environment where nobody knows that it's really me behind the keyboard. But could I pull this off without it backfiring against me and ruining it all? Part 4: As soon as I sat down in my chair for art, I quickly sent Minka's Telegram account info to Arnold and my friends. I explained that it was meant to handle any issues with needing a decoy, or if people were offering us money for contact information and what not. I told them all to keep quiet that any of us knew Minka in order to avoid suspicion. Art class was sure to be "fun". Somehow I had this huge feeling of fear going into this class specifically today. It was most likely due to the fact that Mr Bergson is guaranteed to talk about today's big news, because he was always big on incorporating daily moments, memes, and images into his lectures, even if the content was adult in nature. It doesn't help matters that he's really smoking hot for an older guy and he's only around 30 years old or so. Let's just say that I'm extremely nervous about what he's going to say about my pictures. I'm also quite worried about him recognizing me. While everyone else was fooled by make up, no glasses, and my hair being down, Mr Bergson has an impeccable eye for detail and talks about how no two faces are identical and that sort of thing. Out of all of the people in this school, he is BY FAR the most likely to recognize me. I'm going to make it a point to not look directly at him all class today in the hopes that he doesn't pick up on my secret, assuming he hasn't already. "Greetings and salutations, classmates!" he opened, as usual. "I'm sure that every single one of you is aware of what today's Current Event discussion is going to feature. Yes, you guessed it. THOSE pictures. Now what you're not expecting, I'm sure, is that we're actually going to spend the entire class today focused on them. Not just for tittilation purposes, boys. No, this incident has given me a wonderful excuse to compare and contrast depictions of the nude female throughout the various millennia, showcasing how very little has truly changed while highlighting those key few differences that make all the...difference." Damnit! I knew we were going to discuss my pictures, but I didn't know we were going to devote the entire freaking class to them! Great, just great. What more can this day throw at me? As if to answer my question, Mr Bergson continued "Now, quite obviously the only real way for us to discuss the artistic applications and references of today's new model will be for me to bring up the pictures in question on the big screen, including the more risqué and uncensored ones." Are you KIDDING ME??? He just kept going on as if he didn't just say the craziest damn sentence in high school history "Please try to behave yourselves. Any lewd comments or inappropriate actions will be punished, and if needed I will send you all one by one to see our esteemed principal. I will also accept zero comments which are disrespectful or derogatory towards the model in these pictures. She is to be treated the same as if she modeled the Mona Lisa, without any toxic efforts to put her down or call her immoral. Now, without further ado...our first picture." Casting from his phone to the TV, the first picture he chooses comes on the screen. There I am: Naked, sideways shot that still shows both boobs and my kitty, and me gently biting my finger. Friggin' hell, he couldn't start off with a more tame shot? My face turns red as hell just staring at myself on the big screen like that, and I quickly look around to see the entire class staring at my nakedness. Many of the boys give a light cheer and hoot of approval of me, despite the warning to behave earlier. Mr Bergson ignored that for now. Suddenly I realize that with the high resolution and size of the 70 inch TV screen that I was suddenly in huge danger of being recognized by anyone here! I have to avoid looking directly at anyone during this class in order to avoid them noticing that the girl on the big screen and me both have remarkable similar facial shapes. Mr Bergson is sure to notice, I know it. There's no way that someone like him is going to miss this, there's no way. This man memorizes shadows and tiny beauty marks when painting people he knows from memory! He's going to recognize me, out me, and then turn me in to the principal and the cops. I'm doomed! Mr Bergson gestured towards the screen "There she is. Quite the beauty, am I right?" Most of the class verbally agrees with him all at once, which sends a tingle down my spine. Whoa. I wasn't quite ready for that feeling to be as intense as it was. There's something extremely sexy about an entire classroom of 30+ students simultaneously saying that I am beautiful. I have to be careful not to allow myself to get too overwhelmed by any compliments this class, however. My concentration has to remain on trying to avoid being recognized. After calling me a beauty, Mr Bergson continued "Now, it has come to my attention that the rumors declare this young lady to be a student at our exceptional school, but that whoever she is has chosen to remain anonymous. I cannot be certain of the validity of this claim, obviously, but let's just say that I have my doubts that these belong to any of our students. Whether that story turns out to be true or false, the original story itself intrigued me. You can see the extensive use of colored eye shadow on this model, working akin to a mask in a way. It reminds me of Robin from Batman and Robin, hiding nothing but the eye region yet somehow functioning as a form of identity concealment. Perhaps this model truly was intending on remaining anonymous, however it would quite frankly be impossible to remain unknown once the pictures were sent out to their original recipient. Caller ID has been a thing since before any of you younglings were born." Everybody is focusing on my face now, including Mr Bergson. How has he not recognized me yet? How long can I possibly escape him figuring it all out? I'm trembling in my seat as the anticipation is killing me of him or one of the other students identifying me. I can't take this pressure, I almost feel like fainting. He continued on "No, I believe the heavy make up was used to hide flaws that the model feels insecure about. That's generally how make up is used in regular life after all. There was a clear intention by the model to transform herself into an ideal beauty, and the use of such extensive coloring and design in both the eye region and the overall face areas suggests that this transformation was a significant one overall. It really gives off a vibe that this woman, who we all agree is very pretty and sexy, does not see herself in that same light at all. The masking effect of the make up tells me that this girl is consumed with feelings of inadequacy that she is powering through by use of transformation into "someone else". Someone she believes to be better than her, or an idealized version of herself that she doesn't believe she could ever equal in real life. Her posing reflects this as well, as the model is very tensed and presenting herself instead of using a more neutral or relaxed positioning. She hides her true self away from the controls possible behind the lens. This is the great power of photography when done correctly." Wow. I honestly can't believe he pegged me so well just by looking at my face. Luckily he still hasn't recognized me in there, but aside from that he just unpacked my personality to the entire class with ease. I'm getting more and more worried as he talks about the disguise aspect of my make up though, because he practically just came out and said that the pic girl doesn't look anything like that in real life. That was honestly my biggest advantage towards avoiding detection. Once Mr Bergson finished commentary on my face, he switched up to my body "Next we have her body itself. Yes yes, we will be discussing the nudity of these pictures directly. Simmer down, people. Now before I begin with my own observations, who here would like to offer theirs first? Please try to conduct yourselves with dignity at all times. Yes, this woman is extremely attractive and sexy, but crude comments are not productive. Jason, you first" A boy I don't know at all named Jason spoke "My comment is that there is extreme sexual energy here, not just from the nudity. Like, she's shaven bald, her nipples are pointing out like an inch, she's biting her finger, and she's giving the camera eff-me eyes. Some of the other pics she's spreading herself or bending way over. This girl wants people to look at her and she's basically getting off to the camera. A lot of time women taking naked pics for money just look bored and it's a turn off. This woman is ABOUT IT. I think that's one of the reasons everyone's so into her. Well that, and she's basically flawless." Wow Jason-guy-I-don't-know, wow. Me flawless? Not even close, but thanks for saying it at least. Him saying that gave me a warm feeling. He's not wrong about how horny I was taking those and how I seriously was getting off to the camera though. Is that really the secret to why everyone loves Minka more than Sophie? Maybe as Sophie I need to stop hiding my constant horniness so desperately all of the time if other people find it a turn on. Mr Bergson smiled "Ha, flawless for this generation, yes. I want to come back to that because that was my take and I need to elaborate on what I mean by that, but yes thank you for that statement. The rest of what you said is accurate as well. There is a profound sexual energy in this picture and the others as well. Sexual arousal of the target audience was clearly the goal of this photoshoot, and the model's genuine feelings of sexual arousal herself lent themselves to the final whole. This is why I have always said that as artists you should always pull from your heart, from your true feelings and experiences. As Jason said, it's a 'turn off' if the artist and the work are not aligned completely. I am very glad that he made that connection. Two more student observations before I comment on her 'flawlessness', who wants to go next? Linda." Linda I know and have done group projects with. She is a sweet freshman girl innocent as an angel. I'm suddenly uneasy about her looking at me naked and making comments on it because I just can't imagine her connected to sexual things at all. She's like a child in my mind. Still, she spoke "What I got from all of these pictures was a major vibe of her being lonely. She's taking her own pictures, instead of having a boyfriend take them, and all of them feel like a cry for attention, affection, and love. She's so amazingly beautiful that she comforts herself by being the model in front of the camera, but deep inside she is desperate for the viewers on the other side of the camera to come join her and love her. Her face didn't just give me sexual vibes, there was sadness mixed in from her not having access to a man at that moment. A couple of the pictures at the end were extremely graphic...basically the type of pictures no girl would ever take unless they were desperate for somebody to compliment them and want them. I think the model is single, maybe recently dumped, and all of this was a revenge coping mechanism. She may have even sent these to her ex to show him what he was missing, only for them all to be leaked all over school." Freaking hell, I didn't sign up to be roasted for my desperation today. I mean she's mostly right, but damn. The fact that Linda is talking about my FULL album means that she's already been perving on all of the pictures like everyone else, which made me cringe a little bit out of embarrassment. It's just so weird to think of such a young and pure girl looking at porn, especially porn of me! Mr Bergson nodded "An interesting theory. I'll admit that I saw bits of that loneliness in a few of the pictures myself. I don't feel like commenting directly on how 'desperate for sex' a young girl is, especially considering that nearly all adolescents are thinking about that subject all day every day. Still, there is clearly a longing for it, which goes back to Jason's point about the model's authentic feelings carrying into her photography so well." He then waved his hands wildly "I'm going to take one more comment, but this time I'm picking one of you shy ones with your hand down trying to hide. Sophie! You look like you're quite embarrassed to be looking at a picture of a naked girl, purportedly a classmate even. No need to be so shy, tell us what you think." Mother of shit! I can't believe he just called on me. I have to say something and try to avoid the entire class, and Mr Bergson himself, all realizing that I'm Minka the picture girl! "Um, I don't know. It's embarrassing because...you know...she's hot...and naked... and it's awkward looking at it in class, that's all" He tilted his head "Oh come on, I know you better than that. Everyone who knows you is aware that you are openly and proudly bisexual, which I admire you for, so you have no reason to be afraid of enjoying the view on screen too strongly. Some of the boys are making it quite clear how strongly they appreciate our model, even if they aren't aware of just how obvious that interest is right now. Please, give me your real insight. Nobody will judge you" Damnit. I'm trying to get the attention off of me before it's too late! Fine, I have to just say something quickly "Ok yeah, she's hot as hell and flawless like Jason said, and clearly pissed off about being all alone that minute like Linda said. I guess the main thing I noticed that hasn't been said yet is that....the model starts off tame, but then becomes more and more horny with every picture until she's just basically gushing by the end. Taking those pictures was obviously foreplay. She only stopped because she was about to explode" Dear Lord why the hell did I just answer with the truth? Jesus I could have said anything, literally anything. Why did I just fess up to that being foreplay? Why the hell did I just admit that I was close to cumming by the end? I couldn't think of anything else to say in the moment. Am I just terrible at speaking under pressure? My heart is racing. Everyone was looking at me, and I have no way of knowing how many of them recognized me! Mr Bergson laughed at me "Hahaha. Well, I have to say that was something that I had noticed as well. The progression was very fluid (no pun intended) both in content and exposure levels, with the model reacting physically to the increases in both. This is how professional nude pictorials are framed most commonly as a technique for building tension and sustaining a build-up from start to finish...or start to climax if I dare say it." Funny man. Reeeeal funny. That's the 3rd time I've heard my pictorial described as "professional" though, but at least this time he included a reason for it, which made sense. I swear that was just an accident though. He then went on while he cycled through many of the pictures in my album "So, going back to her being 'flawless', you can see several staples common in modern beauties in our model that are products of our time and reflective of our current standards. For example, you mentioned her pubis being hairless, as this trend has grown massively in popularity over the last two decades even though it was basically unheard of for millions of years of human history. Search all you want, you'll never find a classical painting that features a woman, or man, hairless in the groin region. And yet, in the modern era it is considered by many to be a flaw if a woman possesses too much hair there, or even any hair at all. Likewise, you can see how skinny this model is in the waist region as her abs are nearly completely flat going from her chest to her pubis without any bulge. This was very uncommon in older art and would be seen as unnatural in their times. Part of the wonder of cameras allows models to suck in their tummies before taking pictures, attempting to present themselves as being skinnier than they are naturally because thinness is viewed as extremely important in our era. Artwork from before the camera age did not use this concept, because changing a person's appearance for a few seconds was not seen as useful for painting or sculpting them. Sure, artwork often changed and stylized the appearance of the models in question, but that was not one of them usually. There is also the model's breasts, which are on the smaller size but having the advantage of being perky and pointing out without any artificial assistance. This body type has been very popular nowadays, where just a few decades ago huge breasts were seen as essential. Older art varied wildly on what sizes of breasts were seen as ideal, varying based on time period, region, and the artist themselves. Still, for the current year, this girl's size and lack of sag would be considered 'flawless'. Another key area is her butt. Modern women are expected to have very rounded butts despite thin waists and thighs allowing for thigh gap and that sort of thing. This model is lucky enough to have all of the criteria. She is nearly perfect in every way for you Gen Z types. Twenty years from now, Gen Alpha may disagree. That's why artistic female nudes have always fascinated me, because you can identify the era and region of a nude picture just be looking at certain targets in the models. It's really neat" I'm blushing so hard right now. He did it so casually and academically, but this hot teacher of mine just told the entire class a detail by detail analysis of how 'flawless' of a model I am and the whole time I'm just sitting here getting warmer and warmer. I've never seen myself as being anything but average at best my whole life, so all of the attention from today has truly shattered a lot of my negative self-image. It's also making me horny again, damnit! I really don't need to be having naughty thoughts about a teacher, even if he's hot and not all that much older than I am. He displayed some classical nude female works next to compare to me, such as Birth of Venus. It was unreal to have a professional art teacher compare little me to the Goddess of Love and other artworks that have been loved for centuries. Mr Bergson then switched it up "So I mentioned specifically female nudes changing over time. Well, that's because the male ideal in art has remained remarkably the same for thousands of years. It's only very recent that the ideal started to switch around to things like pretty boys, or guys with lumberjack dad bods. All throughout history men were depicted with muscles because nobody really asked the women their opinions quite frankly. It was more the male power fantasy pushed forth. Now we're learning that many body types appeal to women, which includes muscles of course." On the screen during his speech were several nude men from art, including things like the statue of David, a bunch of Greek art, some African and Asian men, and even some pictures of male models from the last several decades with various body types. All the naked men were really sexy, not going to lie, and I was not ready for the sudden shift from looking at myself in embarrassment to suddenly looking at major eye candy. I guess for everybody else it was eye candy to eye candy, but that's not the point. I was already getting horny from all of the compliments and attention on my own pictures, so now I was crossing over into the deep realm where my mind is lost in lust. I need to catch myself before I embarrass myself! None of us though were ready for the next big shocker as a picture of a slightly younger Mr Bergson himself came on the screen wearing only a towel, skin covered in mist, harsh lighting with shadows, looking SMOKING hot. This man has abs to kill for, something that I never knew until now because he has to wear shirts to teach (a stupid rule I now completely disagree with!) The whole class erupted in squeals and hoots from the sudden reveal, including me by accident. So much for catching myself! Consider the horniness line of no return crossed. Mr Bergson waved everyone down "Ok ok, I expected that would get a reaction from you all. It may surprise some of you to learn that I have done some extreme photography myself, especially when I was in college. And this brings me to my next point, and it's going to be a very controversial point indeed. Nude photography, and nude selfies included, are NOT a dirty thing or something to be ashamed of. They are an expression of a person's artistic vision just the same as any other, merely using the human body as the canvas. Especially in the modern era it has become massively common for people to take nude pictures of themselves and then share these pictures with loved ones or even just friends. Being honest, no judgements...show of hands, how many of you here today have sent someone a selfie in the nude, tasteful or otherwise, parts covered or exposed?" I kept my hand down. I was lying after what I did earlier with Tyler, but in a way I was sending Minka's pictures so it didn't count. Either way, I just couldn't bring myself to raise my hand here. I was amazed at how many of the other classmates rose their hands though, since it was over half of them. And holy crap, "innocent" Linda was one of them! What? How? Have I just been misreading that girl this entire class somehow? Our teacher proudly clapped "Very good, very good. I am one of them myself, and in fact have modeled for several nude photos. I've done the selfie thing, but I've also been to actual studios for a handful of modeling photoshoots done by a professional. This picture here is one of my favorites from one of my professional albums. Mr Bergson then shocked us all with the next words out of his mouth "The next picture that I'm going to show you all is one without the towel. Yes, with everything I have showing. I figured that this last image of the day required adequate build-up before I clicked over to it, to ensure that you were all ready for such a thing" Oh my! Ok! I never in a million years ever imagined that I was ever going to get to see my hot art teacher naked. The anticipation drives me crazy as I can't even blink waiting on this stunning man to click to the next one in the line. He takes his time too, enjoying the suspense. Bastard. Finally he clicks over and there he is on the big screen in his birthday suit, naked head to toe, still wet all over his skin, one hand on his hips, one hand on his chest, with at least 8 inches of pleasure sticking straight out of his midsection. WOW!!! I covered my mouth with my hands in shock, but nothing was ever covering these eyes as long as that picture remained on the screen. The other girls seemed just as happy as I was. Most of the boys seemed unhappy, but they don't matter right now. Mr Bergson then asked "Now, I'm going to ask the same three students for their observations of my own nude picture, comparing them directly to the girl model from earlier. Let's all pay attention to these responses carefully. Jason?" Jason, who I'm guessing is straight by his look of pure horror and overall uncomfortableness, responded "Uh..I guess I'll say that yours looks more professional than the girl's pics did, but you also look authentically horny or whatever" Mr Bergson smirked "Oh yes. You should've seen the woman who was taking the pictures. She wanted as authentic a physical reaction as possible from me, so she and I had matching outfits for this pictorial even if she was behind the camera the whole time. It most certainly helped. Linda?" In contrast to Jason, Linda was on cloud nine and absolutely bouncing, red in the face with obvious arousal "I just want to begin with WOW! You look good, Mr Bergson. Flawless, to steal Jason's word. Any chance you can send me this picture for my own little art collection?" He giggled "Believe it or not, no. Normally I wouldn't have an objection in theory to sharing my nude artwork with others, but it would not be appropriate given the student/teacher dynamic here, nor your age. I will comment, however, that this picture and others do exist on my photographer's professional webpage, and that I can't be held responsible if any of you were able to locate them on your own. Still, I need your observations on the picture, not just compliments." Linda tried to get herself together "Ok...um...Well, you look like you're being directed is one thing. You don't look as natural as she does in that type of pose, as if the camera lady was telling you what to do" Mr Bergson nodded "Accurate. Oddly enough, I find myself enjoying her poses more than my own natural poses, even though that may be a reflection of my own insecurities. Relinquishing control to her was very liberating in the moment, allowing my body to be the canvas for her vision instead of my own. I was happy with the results, and this shot was among my all-time favorites. And now onto Sophie. What is your take over there with your face covered?" Crap, I forgot I was still sitting here in a state of shock looking like a low-budget ninja. That's embarrassing, so I threw my hands down. I could feel myself obviously blushing just as hard as Linda was, but I was not wanting to make a fool of myself. At least this time I had warning that I was going to be called on and had thought up a decent response. "You have so much confidence. I mean dang man, you just showed all of us here your naked picture like it didn't phase you at all! Even in the picture you don't look even slightly afraid of being seen or judged. I can't even imagine being like that. The picture girl doesn't have that at all, she's just pretending. And it's probably crushing her that her pictures leaked for everyone in the entire school to see them." Mr Bergson frowned "I would hope that the model would come to accept her own public nudity and cast aside any fears or doubts, but you are correct in that there is a significant difference in confidence level. This was not some magic trick on my part, though. It just came from experience, as by this point I had already done several nude works either by myself or with others. Modeling for a live figure drawing class was the really scary experience, trust me on that one." As he shut off the screen, finally hiding his nudity from us all, he worked to close out the class "Either way, I think my overall point for all of this class today is to ensure that all of you come to see artistic nudes as something that has existed for as long as human beings have been making art at all. I have heard some unpleasant things said about the model in these new pictures, questioning her character and the like. Even our principal has said things that I found wholly inappropriate and I have confronted him about this. Taking nude selfies is a natural part of teenage years and young adulthood. Many young people take them even if they never share them with anyone else. It's a form of expression, as well as foreplay as Sophie put it earlier, and no person should be judged for such things. I, your role model, have taken many nude pictures myself and I even shared one with you all here and now to make the point that there should not be any negativity revolving around such pieces of unfiltered uncovered beauty. So your homework assignment tonight, which is going to be a very weird one that I obviously can't grade in any way, but your homework assignment is to learn to appreciate your own nude selves tonight. You can take selfies of yourself as part of this, or just model in front of a mirror if you aren't brave enough for that. I would recommend not sending pictures out to anyone that you don't fully trust, unless you're willing to risk being our next class model, but the act of taking the pictures and looking at yourself in the nude is an important step towards appreciating the work of art that each of your bodies represents. Even if you don't feel 'flawless' right now, understand that the definition of flawless changes with the wind in many cases. Enjoy what you have, and one day you will find your perfect audience...and to that person or persons, you will indeed be without flaw. That's my class for today, you may chat among yourselves for the next few minutes before the bell rings." I don't know how to react to that homework assignment, considering that was the EXACT thing that got me in this mess in the first place. I don't want to speak up about it though for fear that it would be too suspicious. I thought about asking Linda to explain to me about her sending nudes to somebody in the past, since I'm still not completely over that shocker, but Mr Bergson suddenly called me up to his desk to ask me a private question. Crap! What could he possibly want to talk to me about? I walk next to him on the side of his desk "Yes Mr Bergson?" He smiled warmly "I hope my lecture today was helpful for you in dealing with today's events" Warning! Warning! Red flag! I meekly whisper "Today is weird, yes, with some unknown girl's pictures leaking all over and all" Mr Bergson chuckled "Come on, I know. I knew immediately. Your eyes are a fairly distinctive silvery hazel shade, and I recognized the shapes of your nose and jawline together easily. Make up and doing your hair differently wasn't going to work on me" OH NO!! I knew it! I knew he would figure it out! It's over, my life is over. He's going to report me to the principal, I'm going to be arrested, all the other students will find out, and I'm going to be the laughing stock token whore from now on. I can't even speak as tears start to form in my eyes. He noticed my shock and spoke to me in a calm and comforting voice "It's ok, Sophie. I don't plan to tell anyone, not even my superiors. I designed this class today around helping you to cope with your situation, letting you see that being nude in front of others was not the end of the world or anything. I even exposed myself to make that point. It's especially not a terrible occurrence when you can be described as 'flawless' by your classmates, I might add. But still, I know this is hard for you right now and that you probably feel very alone. I wanted you to know that if you needed somebody to talk to about your current stress, discreetly, that you should always feel free to come see me." I...don't know how to respond to that. His offer is so kind though, it makes me want to cry out of happiness instead of worry. And I felt a wave of relief when he told me that he wasn't going to tell anyone about me. The only thing I can manage is to softly whisper "...Thank you" He then told me "You're welcome. And if one day you find the courage to take credit for your anonymous artwork, I can help you avoid some of the pitfalls associated with this choice. For example, let's just say that the principal has been told by myself and others who work here that he will not, in fact, be using the threat of legal retaliation against a student for this sort of thing ever again. Miss Moon practically drilled him a new one over that fiasco of an announcement at lunch, and she was ready to bring an entire horde of women's rights advocates to join her. It was pretty funny. You should know that you are not completely alone in all of this, and that many of us will work to ensure that no harm comes to you." I respond truthfully from the heart "Wow that's...amazing. Thank you so much. You have no idea how much the police thing has been weighing on me today...especially because my pictures were stolen without my consent in the first place! I never sent them out, they were just for me like what you said for the homework assignment. Somebody accessed my account and copied them all. I'm so ashamed and humiliated. I'm so terrified of people finding out who I am and the police thing was one of the biggest reasons, although not the only reason by far. I wish I could be as brave and fearless as you are about your nude pictures, but I will never be that confident. I know you told me that it's all ok, but I can't help but feel like a dirty slut and I don't want my entire reputation to become 'that dirty naked slut'. I'm never going to claim my pictures, ever. I'm praying that they remain anonymous forever." He nodded "I understand. I do have one request of you though: I want you to try from now on to never think of yourself as a 'dirty slut' any more. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Your photos were very well done for an amateur self-shot album, and you looked fantastic in them. You are an artist, nothing less. People sending you negativity is an unavoidable part of all forms of art, but it's the positives that outweigh it by far and make it all worth creating in the first place. You should take a couple minutes to relax before your next class. If you wish to see me after school is out, I'll be here for an extra hour or so. Take care, Sophie!" Sitting back in my chair I try to get my mind back into a better place. Maybe he's right and that I do need to start seeing the positives of my "art" more often. If nothing else, it has done wonders for my overall self-image to have people all day describe me as "beautiful", "dream girl", and "flawless". Either way, I only have one more class for the day: Gym. I've never been a big fan of gym, especially having it dead last in the school day. Somehow today I knew it was going to be so much worse than usual.

So this man asked me out by Vanessa Evans Part 3 Where was I going to go, I was in heaven, that is until I saw that David was working his way towards us, he must have seen, and heard, what we were doing, but strangely, I wasn’t upset of even embarrassed, I was actually liking the idea of him watching what we were doing. John came back over and I said, “Is that an egg shaped vibrator that goes right inside me?” “Yes, and this little thing is the control.” “How will I get it out when I’ve had enough?” “You’ll probably never have enough of it but you can either squeeze it out or I can dive in and get it out, your pussy is as wet as a swimming pool most of the time. Hey, didn’t you say that you did Kegel exercises, the same muscles will help you squeeze it out.” “I only started doing Kegel exercises when Adam showed me how to do them and he watched me practise, but I’ll try.” “Here Jade, push this up your hole.” “Will you do it for me please John.” He did and it felt nice as it went in but it left me feeling a little full. “Are you ready Jade?” “What will it feel like?” “I have no idea, I’m a man. Do you want to control it?” “You do it please John, I’m a bit nervous.” “Here goes, low vibrations.” “AARRRGGGGHH. Blankety blank John, what did you just do to me? I didn’t know what to expect but it certainly wasn’t that.” “What was it like?” “Nothing I’ve ever felt before. I don’t know how to describe it.” “So have you had enough or do you want some more?” “More please.” “Okay, I’ll take it easy until you get used to it.” “I don’t think that I’ll ever get used to that but okay, hit me.” “AARRRGGGGHH John, look what it’s doing to me. I cant keep still.” I could see my whole body shaking and my pelvis going up and down like John was fucking me and my hips were going up to meet his thrusts. What’s more my right hand had gone to my pussy and was rubbing my clit like crazy, and I couldn’t stop doing it. Out of the corner of my eye I could see David. It looked like he had finally decided to come over to see what was going on. My body relaxed when John turned the vibrations off but I just said, “More, more please John.” And he did, my body reacting like it had before. After a lifetime the vibrations increased and so did my body’s shaking jerking, thrusting and rubbing. Everything increased in speed again and I realised that my head was rolling from side to side. Then everything increased again, and on top of all that I was cumming – again. Then the next thing that I remember was John leaning over me with two finger held against the side of my neck. “What happened?” I asked. “Your body couldn’t copy and it switched off, but you’re okay now Jade.” “Can we do that again please, I missed the end bit.” John laughed and said not, that I had to have a short rest first. Feeling frustrated I moved my hand from my pussy, it having been there all through the ‘event’. I looked around and saw that David was still looking between my legs that were still wide open. I should have been embarrassed, closed my legs and covered my tits and pussy but I didn’t, I smiled and said, “Hi David, did you enjoy that?” “Not as much as you obviously did but yes, thank you.” “Well I’m sure that there will be plenty of repeat performances before the summer ends David,” John said, “feel free to enjoy them all.” “Cheers mate, I think that I will.” Again I should have been embarrassed or even annoyed that John was planning my masturbation displays but I wasn’t, I was looking forward to them, and I wanted another one right then. “John, can I look at that control for a minute please?” As John was passing it to me he said, “Keep it in your left hand and be careful.” “Yes boss.” I replied, “I will. With my legs still wide apart I pressed the button on the control, unfortunately I got it wrong and the vibrator went straight to full power causing me to scream out and my body to nearly take off before I managed to press the button and take it down to low power. I sighed at the relief but it wasn’t total my body, right hand as well, responded in the same way as it had the last time and I was glad that John had told me to hold the control in my left hand. I let the vibrator and my right hand take me right to the edge then I switched it off. “Oh my gawd, that is so awesome.” I said to whoever was listening. Then I turned it back on and did the same, getting a little too close to the edge before managing to turn it off. “Next time.” I said then turned it back on. Shaking with my butt up I the air and my right hand going so fast that it was blur, I shouted, “I’M CCCCCUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMIIIIIIIINNNNNNNG. ARGGGGHHH.” And my body stopped shaking and went rigid, my right hand put a death grip on my pubic bone and I stopped breathing for at least ten seconds before I gasped for air and my body went limp. “Oh my gawd, that was the best ever, I’m going to do that every day for the rest of my life.” John smiled, leant over me and kissed me then said, you stay there lover, I’ll get you a drink. I did stay there, looking up at the sky and seeing David move away in my peripheral vision. When John came back with some water he sat beside me and said, “There’s another remote controlled vibrator in the box but we’ll leave that until you’ve got a new phone and we can setup both our phones to control it.” “Why is it dependant on me getting a new phone?” “Because it needs internet access so that I can control it from anywhere in the world.” “Okay, my phone is a bit old but where are you going, I thought that you worked from home?” “I do but occasionally I have to go places and even more occasionally I won’t be able to take you with me.” “Okay, I’ll miss you.” “I’ll miss you too sweetheart, now what are we going to have to eat, I fancy fried chicken.” “Hmm, that sounds nice, are you going to phone Harry, I’m sure that he’d like to see me again.” “You mean that you want him to see you, well sorry, Harry doesn’t do fried chicken, we’ll have to go and get some.” “But, but what about clothes, I can’t go.” “You were naked in my car the other night.” “That was just from the pub to here and it was dark, I can’t go into a KFC or whatever like this.” “We’ll just do drive-thru. You’ll be okay.” “Are you sure? I don’t want to get arrested.” “You’ll be fine Jade.” We stayed outside until the sun went down then went and had a shower, even though I’d recently had some powerful orgasms I still wanted John’s cock inside me so when we got in the shower I tried to squeeze the egg vibrator out. With my feet well apart and me sightly squatting I squeezed my internal muscles and low and behold the egg started to come out. John caught it and told me that me doing all those Kegel exercises had paid off. We were in the shower for quite some time doing some really nice things, before getting out and getting dried. John put some clothes on we went out to the car. I was still nervous going out the front naked but I made it to the car okay, then John pressed a button to lower the roof. “What are you doing John?” “Relax Jade, it’s a warm night you’ll be fine.” “It’s not the temperature that I’m worried about. We sped off down the road and I was nice having the warm air rushing around my body although the nice feeling could have been something to do with John’s hand between my thighs. Anyway, we made it to the restaurant without incident but the place was busy and people were coming and going, and that included people walking passed the drive-thru queue. I’m sure that some of those people saw that I was naked in the passenger seat of John’s car. I know that it’s okay for men to see girls naked but I’m still not totally comfortable with it. I’m with John for life now so I guess that I’ll get used to it. Anyway, we got to the ordering window and this guy looks down to John, then over to me. Our eyes met so I smiled. John gave the order then when the guy asked if that was all I turned to face him and said, “Can we have some tomato ketchup as well please?” I’d completely forgotten that the guy had only seen the sides of my tits but right then he got to see all of them. I think that I was more happy than disappointed that the guy hadn’t been able to see my pussy because I was sat with my legs closed. As we slowly moved on to the collection window John said, “You do know that these places take photographs of every person who places an order don’t you Jade?” “I didn’t know that, does that mean that that guy has a photo of me like this?” “Probably. He’ll probably print it and pin it up somewhere for all his mates to see.” “I don’t know if I like that, but why do they take photographs of all the customers?” “Only the drive-thru ones and that’s so that the guy at the collection window can look at it and make sure that he’s handing the right order to the right customer.” “Oh, I guess that that makes sense. Shall I turn and face the guy who gives us our order?” “I think that he’ll like that, your tits will make his day.” “Unless some other girl with bigger tits does what I’m going to do.” “Hey, there’s nothing wrong with your tits Jade, I love them and these guys might be like me and prefer girls with small tits.” I did turn and face the collection guy and he was staring at them all the time that he was handing us our food. It wasn’t only the smell of the fried chicken that made me feel good on the drive home. Thankfully, we didn’t get stopped by the police on the way back home and I got out of the car and stood in the drive watching the roof go up then down into it’s locked position. I like that car. As we were eating our chicken John asked me if I was getting more comfortable living without clothes on and after a quick think I told him that I was, “It certainly makes life easier and I’m not getting as embarrassed as I did at first.” “That’s true Jade, you had a smile on your face when that guy was passing us our chicken order.” “Yes I did, didn’t I, and my pussy was tingling a bit all the time that we were there.” “Yes, and on that subject, we need to take a towel out to the car for you to sit on so that you juices don’t stain the seat.” “Oh, oh yes I wish that I could just turn my tap on an off whenever I wanted to.” “I don’t, I love you just the way you are, but that will probably change tomorrow, there should be a few deliveries tomorrow and they should include the clothes that we ordered for you.” “Do I have to wear clothes when I’m here?” “Not if you don’t want to.” “I don’t think that I do.” “Well then we’ll just keep the clothes that we’ve ordered for when you go out anywhere.” “Okay, but I’ll need to try them on when they arrive.” “Of course, I want a little fashion show, I want to see you walking up and down like models do.” “You mean with my tits hanging out?” “They definitely wouldn’t be hanging, leading the way maybe, but yes I’d like to see that. Maybe we could cut two circles out of the front of one of the dresses and have your tits sticking out all the time that you’re wearing it.” “That depends on where we go.” “Okay, you’re right. Hey, I’ve been thinking, we’ve had sex lots of ways so far, blowjobs, me eating your pussy, 69s, but what do you think of anal Jade?” “I’ve never tried that, I always thought that it would be very messy, I wouldn’t want you pulling your cock out of me and us finding that it was all covered in shit.” “What if we could find a way to avoid that problem?” “Like how?” “Like washing you out beforehand.” “Like an enema” “Sort of, but less dramatic. You know that the bidet has a hose attached to it?” “Squirt the water up my butt like you did with my pussy in the shower.” “Exactly, doing that a few times should flush you out so that I don’t get any shit on my cock.” “Hmm, then you could ram it straight into my pussy after it’s been up my bum.” “Yes I could.” “Shall we try it and see how it goes John? If we don’t like it we won’t do it again.” “Deal, but you may just like it, I’ve read about girls who cum when they are being fucked up their butt.” “That would be nice, you could ram those dildos up my bum and fuck my pussy at the same time.” “Or we could put one of your remote controlled vibrators up your bum and the other up your pussy.” “I think that that would kill me.” “We’d take it slow.” “Okay then, do it it stages, when do we do stage one?” “When we go to bed, but after we’ve finished eating I need to go and do some work, should only take me an hour or so.” “Okay, I’m sure that I can find something to do.” I did, I found my egg vibrator, the one that made me pass out, and laying on the bed I eased it inside me then switched it on to low vibrations. My lower body reacted the same as before and somehow, I managed to take myself to the edge four times before John came to bed. When I squeezed the egg out I jumped on John and rode him through two orgasms before I felt him pumping warm liquid inside me. Then we went to the bathroom and I sat on the bidet. John got the hose and took the head off then ran it until lukewarm water came out. “Do you want to do it or shall I?” John asked me. “You do it please.” “Tell me when to stop.” John said as I felt the water, then the end of the hose press on my butt hole.” “That’s nice.” I said, then “Oh, that makes me feel so full. Stop, stop, I don’t think that I can take any more, I’ll burst.” “Hold it Jade, try to do some Kegels.” I did, then I just had to slide over to the toilet and let rip. “Gawd John, you’re seeing me shitting it and it’s all over the bowl.” “That’s okay Jade, when we get old we’ll both probably be shitting all over the place and cleaning up after each other.” “I don’t want to get old.” “Neither do I.” We repeated that exercise three more times until just clear water came out of my butt then John put his hand under me and started playing with my clit. It wasn’t long before all thoughts of me shitting were gone and all I could concentrate on was reaching my next orgasm. John lifted me up, carried me to the bed, bent me right over so that my knees were by my ears, and rammed his cock into my pussy. He thrust in and out until I was getting close again then he pulled out and I could feel his cock at my butt hole. But by that time I was desperate to cum so I told him to get on with it. Yes it hurt at first, and I screamed and swore but I wanted that cock inside me so I kept saying, “More, more.” When I felt his balls hit my butt I said, “Now fuck me please John, hard.” He did, and I have to say that it was different, but still nice. I moved my right hand to my pussy and started rubbing my clit and finger fucking my pussy. It felt strange feeling his cock through the inside walls of my pussy and my butt, but that didn’t stop me from cumming, and me cumming triggered John cumming. We both agreed that anal sex was going on to our list of favourite positions, although not at the top of the list. We lay there for a while then I spun round and used my mouth to get him hard again before enjoying a position that is higher on that list. ***** I woke the next morning to the sound of the doorbell. I didn’t even think about putting anything on and I ran down the stairs and opened the front door. “Wow, John Douglas?” “Yes, well not me, look at me, do I look like a John?” “No luv, sorry, you caught me off guard, we don’t often get confronted by a totally naked, hot girl. So John Douglas lives here?” “Yes he does, is that for him?” I asked looking at the big box. “It is, where would you like it?” “A very good question, come in, I’ll just go and find out.” I turned and ran to and up the stairs, not even thinking about the two men who, no doubt, would be watching me. Because I didn’t know what it was that was being delivered, John followed me down and I saw the two men looking at me. “Hi there,” John said, “what is it that you’ve got for me?” “A massage table is what the delivery note says.” One man said. “Good, I need it by the pool, can you follow me please?” John turned and started walking so I followed and the two men followed me. John showed the two men where he wanted it, then he stood back near me to let the men unpack it and set it up. John did his usual thing of standing half behind me and then reaching round and holding one of my tits. I’d got so used to it by then that I thought nothing if it, but the two men obviously like watching John play with my nipple, the whole scenario making me tingle and wet. When they were finished we showed them to the door where John gave each man a £20 note as a tip. After he’d closed the door Jon gave me a few £20 notes and told me that there would probably be two more deliveries that needed setting up and those were the tips for the men. “Where al I supposed to keep these?” I asked, “in my pussy?” “That’s a great idea, then you can invite the men to get them out.” “Yeah right.” I replied then took them to the kitchen and put them under the edge of the coffee machine which I switched on. While it was brewing we went and had a shower, complete with the compulsory joint sex acts then John got dressed while I went and poured the coffee and put the bread in the toaster. Over breakfast John told me that he really did have to do a lot of work so I’d be on my own most of the day. He told me that there were two workout machines to go in the gym and a table to go in the games room. All should arrive sometime that day and I now knew where they needed to go, the rest of the deliveries would be smaller and self explanatory. John also asked me about our first anal sex and if I still wanted to add it to our list. I said that I did, in spite of the messing about beforehand. “I’ll just have to keep playing with your clit or I could put that egg vibrator in your pussy, that should take your mind off the shitty mess.” “It will probably vibrate all the shit out of me with very little water.” “Hmm, I’ll look forward to seeing if that works.” John jokingly replied. I was happy that I’d charged up that egg vibrator because it wasn’t long before it was inside me and I was having some fun. I brought myself to the edge twice and had just switched it off to have a short rest before going for a third time when the damned doorbell rang again. Leaving the egg inside me I went to answer the door and gave another delivery guy a shock when he saw that I was naked. I took the large plastic bag off of him and thanked him before closing the door and taking the bag up to the bedroom because it was obviously clothes that were inside. I was just about to flop on the bed and turn the egg on again when that damned doorbell rang again. This time it was two very surprised middle-aged men who saw the naked me. I looked passed them and saw that their van was from a medical equipment supplier. Puzzled at what John would be buying from a medical equipment supplier I looked back at the two men and saw some large boxes. “Gynaecological table for John Douglas.” One of the men finally said after I’d seen both pairs of eyes go up and down my body. I was already highly aroused from my fun with the egg, those two men staring at me and the word gynaecological nearly had me cumming right there and then. “Is John going to get doctors to come here and examine me?” I thought. Then I remembered that John had said that a doctor’s table would be arriving and it was to go in the games room. “Oh yes, please follow me.” I led the men to the games room and asked them to set it up in the middle of the room. “We don’t normally set things up,” One of the men said, “just drop and run.” “Oh, I wouldn’t know where to start, could you do it for me please? I’ll make it worth your while.” The men looked at each other then one of them said, “For you darling, I’m sure that we can find the time. We’ll just go and get the other boxes.” As they left to get the boxes I remembered the words that I’d used to ask them and had a sudden thought that they might be expecting to fuck me. “Well they’ll be in for a hell of a shock when their cocks hit my egg vibrator.” I thought and smiled. The men came back with more boxes and got on with setting it up and watching them I thought that maybe I could have done it. They even unpacked the stirrups and slotted them into the corner sockets. “What are those for, I’ve never seen those before.” I asked. “Never had a gyno exam before darling?” “No, I’ve never needed one.” I lied. “Can you show me how it works?” “Sure thing darling, hop up and we’ll show you.” I jumped up onto the table and put my legs out straight in front of me. “Right darling, you need to lift your legs and put your ankles in these stirrups.” “But that will mean that you will see me, all of me?” I teased. “It is a gyno table darling, come on, we’ve got seven more drops to do.” I lifted my ankles up into the stirrups not even trying to hide my spread and still very wet pussy. “That’s it, now the whole thing is very adjustable, whoever paid for this model spent a fortune. Lay back and enjoy the ride. Well the table had a remote control and the man made the table go up, down, angled so that my head was higher than my body, then my head was lower than my body. Then my legs went together then really wide apart where the man left them. “Wow, I said, it’s a bit like my dentist’s chair. Oh, this is so embarrassing, do doctors really need the girls kegs to be spread this wide?” “They do if they want to examine them properly.” “Well I hope that I never need one of those gynolog whatsit exams. Thank you gentlemen, could you adjust those things so that I can get off here, my boyfriend left me some money to tip the delivery guys.” Both guys lifted my legs off the stirrups then I got off the table and said, “Hang on a minute please guys, I’ll be back in a minute.” “I went and got two £20 notes and gave them one each, thanking them and asked them to take all the empty boxes, which they did. As I was showing them to the door I had a thought and when I closed the door I got the vibrator controller and went back to the games room where I saw some straps on the floor under the table. I picked one up and thought, “Do doctors really need to strap girls to these things to examine them?” Then I discarded the straps and got on the table, put my legs up into the stirrups and pressed the button on the egg vibrator control. As the whole of my body started to shake I wondered what it would be like to be strapped onto that table and not be able to get off, and the vibrator driving me crazy for hours. I was sure that I’d pass out. I brought myself to the edge again and was just resting before starting again when John walked in. “So it was this table that arrived. You look good sat there like that Jade. Wait until I strap you down and fuck your brains out.” “What do you mean John, this is for doctors to use isn’t it?” “I doubt that any doctor will ever use this one Jade. This is for you and me to have some fun on.” “Oh thank you John, I was just using the vibrator to take me to the edge then backing off, see how many times I can do that before I just have to cum.” “Good idea Jade, keep up the good work. Now that the massage table has arrived I’ll book the beautician and the masseur, probably for Tuesday, your personal trainer will be here on Monday.” “A beautician sound nice but why do I need one, it’s not like I’ll be going anywhere posh to be seen?” John cupped my pubis, bending his middle finger so that it entered me and said, “You’re getting a bit of a stubble, it’s time to laser it all off.” “Oh goody, I’ll be like I was ten years ago,.” “Not quite, I’m sorting that out for the following week.” “What do you mean?” “Remember me asking you what you disliked about your pussy and you said that your lips were too big, well we’re going somewhere to get that problem resolved.” “You’re going to get these cut off?” I said using both hands to pull my inner labia out and apart. “But that will cost a fortune.” “A labiaplasty procedure, but you let me worry about the money. I thought that we could get some more minor surgery done whilst we’re at it.” “Like what?” “Well, you said that your clit hides away too much so we could get a hoodectomy procedure done and you said that you didn’t like all the fatty flab around your pussy so we could get a monsplasty procedure done as well. May as well get them all done at the same time and reduce the overall time that you’re going to be sore down here.” John’s hand was still cupping my pubis and he gently squeezed it. “I’ll look more than ten years younger, you’d do all that for me? And what about all my pussy downtime, you won’t be able to fuck me.” “You’re not having anything done to your mouth Jade and I’m sure that you can survive a week or two without being fucked in your pussy, but it will mean postponing your training.” “I can live with that for a couple of weeks, and it will give David a new pussy to look at.” “Yes, one that everyone will be proud of. Hey, that was some of your new clothes arriving earlier wasn’t it? I can take you to my pub later.” “That will be nice, I can give you a fashion show when you’ve finished work.” “Yes, I can show you to Ken, the manager, all the staff and locals, show them how proud I am of you.” “Sounds nice John.” “They’ll like you Jade. Now finish yourself off then can you make me a coffee please.” “Sure thing boss.” “What, oh yes, you’re my employee now aren’t you?” “Yes boss. Do you want anything with your coffee sir, me maybe?” “Nice idea but I’d better not, I need to concentrate on my work.” “Okay, but you will fuck me later won’t you John, “Try and stop me.” I went and made the coffee and took it to him. Whilst I was there I had a quick look at some of his monitors and hadn’t a clue what any of it was so I left him to it. I’d just got back on the medical table when the doorbell rang again. “This is getting silly.” I thought, “Can’t a girl get a bit of peace to bring herself off?” It was another delivery guy and he too just stared at me when he saw me. This one though seemed to be in either a trance or a shocked state because he didn’t say anything, just stared so I took the parcel off him, checked that that it was addressed to John then shut the door. “Sod him.” I thought, “I need to cum.” Luckily, this time, the gap before the next delivery was enough to get the egg vibrator to finish the job, I couldn’t be bothered with edging myself again. And it was a good cum. It was about an hour before the next delivery arrived and I managed to prepare some food for John and me and he came down to the kitchen to eat. I was just about to start eating when he reminded me that one of my dildos has a suction pad on the base. He didn’t need to say anything else, I ran to get it, licked the base and slammed it down onto the chair that I was about to sit on. “Oh that’s nice.” I said as I bottomed out. “They should have these in all restaurants and kitchens.” John laughed at that idea but it gave him an idea of his own, “Can you ride a proper bike Jade?” “Yes.” “I’m going to buy you a special bike, one that has a dildo in the saddle that goes up and down as you pedal, and we can go for bike rides when the weather is nice.” “That sounds fun, but you’ll have to ride behind me to make sure that I concentrate on staying on the road. Maybe we could get a tandem so that you can do the steering John?” “That’s practical but I wouldn’t be able to watch as the dildo fucked you. Something to think about some other time, I haven’t got long before I have to get back to work.” “Don’t work too hard John, I need you to have lots of energy for later.” There were three more deliveries that day and if it hadn’t been for the fact that they were all directly, or indirectly for me I could have got a bit annoyed with it all. Two of the deliveries were easy. I say that because opening the front door whist naked had got so easy, not the slightest bit of embarrassment any more. The third delivery was time consuming and embarrassing. It was some more equipment for the workout room and the two men that brought it had to assemble and test it before they left. I say that they had to test it but that wasn’t true, they got me to test it. I’d been with them all the time apart from when I went and made a cup of tea for them and I’d noticed that they spent a lot of time either just looking at me or talking to me so that they could openly look at me. That no longer bothers me and I’ve even started teasing the men in situations like that. You know how, an imaginary itch next to my pussy, sitting lazily, that sort of thing, but testing one of those machines in particular was embarrassing. It’s a leg spreader machine, they did tell me its proper name but I prefer to just call it a leg spreader because that’s exactly what it is. Have it set one way and it forces your legs very wide apart and you have to strain your muscles to close your legs, and set it the other way and you have to force your legs apart. It seemed to take the guys ages to get it set so that it took some effort on my part to either open or close my legs. And, so they said, they had to take a video of me using the machine to prove that they had set it up right. Well that’s what they said. The other machine was a multi-purpose machine designed to strengthen all sorts of muscles and for some reason that was much easier to setup and adjust, or so they said, and their video was much shorter. They said that it was because the machine was much easier to setup but I suspect it had something to do with the fact that my legs were close together all the time. Those guys also brought a big mat for me to do floor exercises on if it was cold or wet outside. They also brought a couple of yoga mats and I wondered if John was going to join my lessons with David watching both of us. John appeared just as the guys were finishing and he again stood half behind me with one hand cupping one of my tits. It would appear that John knew one of the guys because he had delivered and setup a couple of machines at John’s gym and the man asked John if I was going to be working out at the gym. John told him that I would be going with him whenever he went and he couldn’t see any reason why I couldn’t work out just the same as I did at the home gym. Not only was John still holding one of my tits but both guys were staring at me and John was talking about me working out at the gym naked, presumably with all the other gym members there. John’s hand was making sure that my nipples were hard and the thought of me working out with lots of other men looking at me really did make my pussy tingle and leak. When the two men finally left I asked John if he was really going to let me workout naked at his gym with other members there? “Yes, why not, it’s a private gym and the boss isn’t going to complain, besides it will be a treat for the guys there and word will get out that they let girls workout naked so membership should increase which means more money for me, why, do you want a cut of that extra money Jade?” “Why would I want more money, you’re going to look after me for the rest of my life and as it is you’re going to pay me 90,000 which I have no idea how or when I will spend. Well there is one thing that I’ve wanted for while now, a car but I made myself broke just having the driving lessons. I can get one out of the 90,000.” “No you won’t Jade, my company will buy you a car, a PA needs a car so it will go on the books as a taxable deduction.” “Thank you, thank you, thank you, how can I ever repay you?” “Just by being here and being you Jade. Now. I’ve finished work for today so can you do a little fashion parade?” “Anything for you John, a guess that a good PA always does as she’s told.” I went and got all the unopened parcels that had been delivered and started with the ones that I thought contained clothes, and wow, I thought that the clothes that I saw John order looked sexy. There was three dresses that went down to my ankles, all of them are backless with just dental floss holding the tops up, and possibly the whole dresses but they are so thin and light that if it wasn’t for the silky touch I wouldn’t know they were there. And all three have slits up the sides to my waist and two if them have slits up the middle front, right up to my pubis. I’m really going to have to be careful wearing those three, but there again I wasn’t sure if I would ever go anywhere where I needed such a formal dress. The four other dresses are summer dresses and all only just long enough to cover my butt. Again they are all very light and these four are made of different types of cotton. What’s more, three of them are see-through in bright light, like a sunny day. I asked John if he minded me going out in public wearing a see-through dress and all he said was, “I thought that I’d only ordered see-through dresses from that shop.” So I took that as him not minding. Having said that, the bulge in his jeans led me to believe that he liked the idea of me wearing see-through clothes, and of course, to the best of my knowledge he hasn’t ordered me and bras or knickers so I guess that the people around me when we go anywhere are in for a treat. The next package that I opened was big and I quickly discovered that it contained ten boxed pairs of shoes ranging from heels to trainers. When I saw the two pairs of trainers I said, “Oh good, Adam can take me for a run in the forest on Monday.” “I’m sure that he’ll enjoy following behind you, if I can find the time some days I might just come along with you to watch you cute little round butt as you run.” “I’d like that.” I replied. The next package that I opened was small, a new mobile phone. “We’ll move your sim from your old phone later then get both our phones linked up to that vibrator that I said needed a new phone for you.” “There’s no rush is there, you’re not planning and going and leaving me alone here quite soon are you? “Nothing planned, but sometimes these trips come up quite quickly.” “When you do have to go away John, can I invite my two best friends, Jenny and Rose over? They are the two girls that were in the pub that first night.” “Of course you can Jade, you don’t have to wait until I go away, they can come over and we can have a nude girls party. Treat this place like you did your own.” “I doubt that either of them would want to get naked here or anywhere for that matter.” “Well if they do they can do it here, if I remember them correctly they are nearly as cute as you.” “Thanks but I can’t see it happening.” The last package that I opened made my pussy get instantly very wet. Inside were a couple of butt plugs, some ankle and wrist cuffs, some soft rope, a ball gag and something called a magic wand. I had to ask John what that was for and when he told me I asked him when he was going to use it on me. John just told me to take them all to the games room and that he’d surprise me. “I can’t wait.” I replied. “Is that it Jade? Is that all the packages?” “Yes.” “It looks like not everything that I ordered hasn’t arrived, maybe the rest will arrive tomorrow” “Another day of surprising delivery men. I like doing that.” “You really are coming out of the closet Jade, I suspected that you would be a bit of an exhibitionist and a nymphomaniac but you’ve exceeded my widest dreams, I can see that I’m going to have to magic up some real challenges for you.” “What do you mean John?” “I think that I’ll keep then as surprises. Now go and put your new clothes in the wardrobe then I’m going to give you your first medical examination.” I put my new clothes and shoes in the wardrobe in double quick time then went looking for John. I found him in the games room playing with the controls of the gyno table. “Are you going to strap me on to that thing and examine me?” “Would you like me to do that?” “Yes, and can you put that egg vibrator in me and drive me crazy before you fuck me please? Oh the top end of that thing lowers right down so you will be able to fuck my mouth while I’m strapped down.” “Got it all worked out I see Jade.” “A good PA works out what her boss wants then delivers it for him.” “I can see that you are going to be worth every one of those 100,000 Cayman Island dollars, and I’m going to show you what you can do with your new magic wand as well?” “Bring it on boss.” I replied as I jumped up onto the gyno table and put my ankles up on he stirrups ready for John to do whatever he wanted to do to me. The first thing that John did was to strap my ankles to the stirrups, then he flicked my clit just once. Next he put the wrist cuffs on and attached one of the lengths of rope to the cuffs then raised my arms over my head and finally tied the rope to somewhere on the gyno table. “I need to have a pee.” I said. John looked at me as if to sat “Really!” I laughed and said, “Just joking, this thing doesn’t have a way of getting longer so you can’t stretch me like on a rack?” “Want to be a bit taller do you Jade?” “No not really, I’m just a bit nervous.” “Okay, I’ll get a move on then I can guarantee that being nervous will be the last thing on your mind.” “Hmm, nice.” John quickly finished tying me down then got the egg vibrator and eased it inside me, it going in easily because of all my natural lubrication. I was just thinking how lucky I was when John turned the egg on and I gasped. Oh my gawd, my lower body reacted the same as before, shaking, my butt lifting up trying to get away from the source of what felt like something trying to turn my insides into soup. I couldn’t move my legs to squeeze them together and I couldn’t move my hands to either hold my pussy or squeeze my tits. The feeling of helplessness adding to the sexual euphoria that was engulfing my body. I just knew that I was going to cum quickly but John denied that for me, switching the vibe off just before it happened. “What did you do that for? Switch it back on.” I almost demanded. With a big grin on his face John did, taking me right back up there. It seemed like seconds before I was on the edge again and John went and ruined it for me again. “It’s coming out Jade.” John said. “No, no, please let it finish me.” “No Jade, I have other plans.” John put the control down and I saw his right hand go to my pussy. “What are you doing? No, let it finish me, ohhhhhhh, what are you doing?” “Taking it out, help me Jade, squeeze it out.” I felt John’s fingers invade my hole but I doubted that he’s be able to get them behind the egg, something to experiment with some other time, I needed to cum soon, so I squeezed and out popped the egg. “Please John, make me cum.” I saw John put the egg down then pick up the control for the gyno table and I felt my legs stretch even further apart then my upper body started to rise up as he put me in the reclining position. “What are you doing John?” I asked. He smiled and I saw him unfasten his jeans. “Yes, fuck me, fuck me hard.” And he did. It seemed like only seconds before I orgasmed but John kept on ramming his cock into me over and over. I orgasmed again then just as I was coming down from my high I felt John cumming inside me. We both came down from our highs together and I felt John’s cock going soft then sliding out of me. John turned and went to the table then came back to between my legs with the new remote controlled vibrator in his hand. “Is that thing going to be as good as the egg?” I asked. “I don’t know, you can tell me in a few minutes.” It felt the same as the egg going into me but the antenna was sticking out of me and I could feel it in my vagina, especially when John waggled it about a bit. Then he picked up his phone and I shrieked. “That is as good.” I said. “And it’s got lots of option to vary the vibrations.” John replied as he played with the control on his phone. The vibrations went up and down, stopping for a few seconds, giving me short bursts at irregular intervals. My body reacted the same as the egg vibrator, when the Lush was on, options making me try to anticipate what was coming next. Again, my inability to squeeze my legs together or grab my crotch or my tits was making it worse, no, better, and John brought me to the edge again, then switched it off. “What are you doing John, you can’t take me to the edge then just stop, that’s cruel.” “No, it’s a way of keeping you wanting more of that or my cock, and we are going to have a shower, then we are going out.” “What!? I want to stay here and you to switch that thing back on.” “Sorry Jade, not going to happen. We’re going to shower, without soaping each other’s bits, then you are going to put one of your new dresses and shoes on then we are going out.” “Where to?” “A surprise.” John unfastened my wrist and ankles and I reluctantly went to the shower followed by John. “What about this vibrator?” I asked. “Leave it in Jade, I might just give you a quick blast sometime when we’re out.” “But people will be able to see what it’s doing to me.” “They might, but won’t that be a turn on for you?” “Probably.” “And with the vibe doing its job that will be a double turn on.” “I guess so.” “So a winner all round.” “I guess so.”

Showing Myself by Vanessa Evans Part 3 The next morning at breakfast daddy told me that at the pub the night before everyone was getting excited about the nude barmaid that would be there on Saturday. Apparently a car load of young men from the city had arrived expecting me to be there that night. I had a little laugh but inside my pussy started tingling knowing that men were coming from the city just to see me naked. My clothes for the day were an old tank top that was now not long enough to reach my waist. It had been washed so many times that it was now a bit threadbare. I looked in the mirror I could just see the change of colour of my areolae. The skirt that I chose was again an old one that I hadn’t worn for years. It was a skater skirt that I’d worn just about every day one summer 3 or 4 years ago and when I tried it on the previous night I discovered that the elasticated waist was losing its elasticity but it still stretched enough for me to get it on. Looking in the mirror and being happy with my looks I set off to get the school bus, waving at daddy as he reversed out of the drive. Seth and Noah were waiting on the footpath and we walked to the bus stop together. I again sat low in my seat with my spread knees against the seat in front and my mates gave me my first 2 orgasms of the day. In the classroom we discovered that Luke had been to see the PE teachers and discovered that not only was the gym free most of the time because the lessons were being conducted outside and we could use it whenever it was free, but also it was laid out with a circuit training course for if it rained. I was a little disappointed because I’d been looking forward to another game of football but a circuit training course could be fun. We talked in the classroom for about an hour, one of the topics being the dress that I’d worn and how it kept coming unfastened. One of the girls said that I kept unfastening the buttons because I wanted to show myself. I denied the unfastening of the buttons which was true, but I said nothing about wanting to show myself. One prudish girl said that I should have been wearing underwear because no one wanted to see my pussy but she got shot down by the boys who all disagreed with her. One boy saying that I could walk around totally naked if I wanted to. I did want, but a school where younger kids might see me wasn’t the place to do that, not that the kids would have minded, 99% of them would have just looked and shrugged their shoulders. Anyway, it finally got to the time that Luke said we could go to the gym so we all traipsed there, those of us who had brought our gym kit carrying it with us. We went into our respective changing rooms and I changed into what I intended to wear, an old tube top that had lost some of its elasticity and just sat on my little tits, and for a skirt I had chosen an old swimsuit cover-up that only just managed to go all the way round me. I tied it on with a single bow knowing that it would be very easy for someone to just pull on one of the strings and it would fall off leaving me bottomless. “Are you really going wear just those?” One girl who was wearing her usual polo neck shirt and shorts asked. “Yes, why?” “Aren’t you worried that that top will come down when you are running about? “Naw, it isn’t as if I have big tits that will bounce about when I run, mine hardly wobble.” “What about that skirt, without any knickers on it will flap about and everyone will be able to see your butt and pussy.” “Well it isn’t as if they haven’t see them before is it?” Another girl, Lizzy, then joined the conversation by saying, “Leave Leanne alone Mary, she’s an exhibitionist, she gets off on people seeing her goodies.” Mary said nothing and I mouthed a ‘thank you’ to Lizzy. Not that I couldn’t have shut Mary up on my own, I could have just flattened her if I’d wanted to. In the gym we all got a surprise, yes there was a circuit training course a very good one, there was, push ups, bicycle crunch, sit ups, burpees, trampoline, jumping jacks, bench balance walk, wall bar climbing, rope climbing, a sprint and a vaulting box; and that’s just the ones that I can remember. Luke took charge again and he told those who didn’t want to take part to go and sit round the edge of the gym then he walked the rest us round the course telling us which way to go and how many of each ‘challenge’ he wanted us to do. He also asked for volunteers from the non-participants to do the counting to make sure that no one cheated. He appeared to only want boys to do that job for some reason. Then Luke asked who wanted to go first, well some of the boys wanted to show off so Luke got someone with a phone to time everyone then set one of the boys going. It was fun watching the boys doing all the ‘challenges’. Before, the girls and the boys did PE separately so we never saw the boys ‘in action’. Both Seth and Noah had quite good times and I was happy that they were up there with the best. When it came to the girl’s time a couple were eager to have their turn and Luke set one of them going. Lucy had only done the bench balance walk when the boys decided to follow her round, cheering her as she went. Luke had set the number of things like sit ups the same for the girls as the boys and Lucy needed some encouragement to achieve those numbers. The only challenge that she really struggled on was the rope climbing and the boys stood at the bottom sheering her on whilst trying to look up the legs of her shorts. When I saw them doing that I thought, “Wait until it’s my turn guys, then see if any of you don’t get boners.” Lucy was good at doing the vaulting box, she sort of flew over it each of the 5 times that she had to do it. She was also good on the trampoline, easily managing to get as high as the top of the wall bars the required number of times. The other girls went before me and they all did quite well. Then it was my turn. I intended to get one of the best times for the whole class despite only being a skinny girl as Seth sometimes calls me. I knew that I’d be showing my butt and pussy every time that I did a floor challenge like the press ups but that didn’t bother me, I just ignored the exposure and went for it. The boys, and a couple of the girls, were cheering me on. My first wardrobe malfunction came when I was doing the jumping jacks. My tube top slid down off my tits and no one told me until I’d finished them. Up the wall bars I climbed 3 times knowing that the boys were at the bottom looking up my little skirt. Then I flew over the vaulting box 5 times, running back round to do it again and again. Next was the rope climbing, it was quite a long way up and even a couple of boys hadn’t made it to the top and incurred a time penalty, so had the girls that went before me but I was determined that I was going to make it to the top, after all, I’d climbed hundreds of trees. Anyway, just after I got started I had a wardrobe malfunction, well 2 actually. The first was that the bow holding my skirt up came undone and the skirt fluttered down to the waiting hands of the boys who were looking at my bare butt, then just after I’d tagged the metal ring at the top of the rope and I started coming down, my chest was against the rope and when I slid down a little my tube top didn’t slide down as quick as my body and it went up to my armpits leaving my little tits exposed. Down I came with a mixture of hand under hand and sliding and I discovered that knobbly rope was rubbing against my clit. Oh my gawd, I nearly had an orgasm just sliding down that rope. When I got to the bottom and on my feet I just set off running to the trampoline with nothing covering my body from above my tits down to my ankles. Up I climbed and started bouncing. I always loved the trampoline and we used to have a little one in the back garden and I started to show how good I was at it. As I went up I the air I spread my legs wide and touched my knees. I did that 5 times, much to the delight of the boys stood looking up at me, then one of the girls shouted me to stop, telling me that I’d got the height more than the require number of times. I swore, killed the bounce I was about to start and climbed off. I just had to sprint to the other end of the gym and I would finish. I tagged the wall then looked for Luke for my time whilst I was still bent over my hands on my knees as I got my breath back. Noah and a couple of other boys came up behind me and Noah gave me my skirt which I casually fastened around me. “Tits.” Was all Noah needed to say for me to look down then pull my tube top back down to cover my tits, much to the disappointment of most of the boys who had gathered around me. I was really happy, and I threw my arms up in the air when Luke told me that I had the third fasted time of everyone, including most of the boys. I got a couple of comments from other girls about me running around virtually naked but neither was derogatory, not that I would have cared if they were. After that it was the rest of the girls turn. Of course none of them were as revealing as my turn but the boys still followed them round and cheered them on. When all that wanted a go had done so everyone decided that they’d had enough of that for one day and those in PE kit went to shower and change. As I was showering I thought about my last shower with my dad watching me and it made my pussy tingle. After lunch, in fact for the rest of the day everyone was just sitting around talking, although Seth and Noah later told me that some of the talk was about my little naked session. I wondered how I could get into a situation where I was the only girl with all the boys and I was naked. The bus home was again Seth and Noah rubbing my clit and them both bringing me to an orgasm. When we got to my house I told them that I wanted give them both blowjobs. Noah wanted to fuck me so we compromised. I got down on my hands and knee, Noah fucked me from behind and I gave Seth both his and my first blowjob. It wasn’t that great but with me doing what I thought I should be doing, and Seth telling me what he liked, we got through it even if Seth didn’t cum. Noah cumming in my pussy sort of killed it off and Seth told me that he was going to look on the internet to get some ideas so that we could do it properly the next time. Noah and Seth swapped ends and Seth’s properly fucking me made me cum. At my other end, I managed to suck Noah’s cock until it got hard but I couldn’t get him to cum. We all decided that we needed more practice at blowjobs. Daddy came home a bit early and nearly caught us but both guys managed to get dressed before daddy got round the back of the house. That was the first time that daddy had seen me naked with Seth and Noah standing near me and I wondered what he was thinking although he never said anything other than hello. I had another early night thinking about my little naked episode at school and fingered myself to an orgasm before going to sleep. ***** On the Thursday I wore another old summer dress, again really too short and tight for me but I managed to get it buttoned up so I has happy. After 2 orgasms on the bus we arrived at school and congregated in the sixth form building. About mid morning one of our teachers came and talked about the Leaver’s Ball. None of what he said was unexpected, even the strong reminder that there was to be no alcohol brought to the event. Then he surprised us by telling us that we could go home early using the excuse that he wanted to give the us plenty of time to get ready. Stupid as that was no one was complaining and outside the building the girls who were going to strip down to bikinis just after the ball started, got together to confirm our plan and to make sure that no one was going to chicken out. One of the girls asked if I was going to strip naked but I said not, that I would be wearing the same painted bikini that I had on the Monday. Getting let out early is okay for kids who live locally but for those who travel on school buses it presents a problem. We had a choice of hanging around the school, walking into town and catching a public service bus, or hanging around out of school then going back to school to catch the school bus home. As none of us 3 had enough money on us to both get some lunch and catch one of the infrequent public service buses, and we didn’t want to stay at school, we chose the third option, we left the school and headed to a public park that Seth knew of. The park turned out to be quite big and close to a few big office blocks. We went to a grassy area near on of the entrances and decided to relax in the sun and do some people watching, the office workers coming out for their lunch. Sitting on the grass soon became laying on the grass with our knees bent and us resting on our elbows. Even sitting on the grass meant that anyone walking along the path just in front of us would be able to see up my bald pubes as my dress didn’t even reach my mid thighs, but when we lay back we had our knees bent and our feet flat on the grass near our butts which meant that my dress didn’t even cover my bald pubes. Now I wanted to see behind my knees so I kept them apart which meant that all of my slightly spread pussy was on display to people walking passed. We watched the people, especially the ones who looked over towards us and my pussy started tingling when I saw someone looking at it. After a while Seth said that I might get more people staring if I wasn’t looking at them. He told me to get off my elbows and just look up at the sky and they would tell me when someone was looking at me. This got more people staring but he had another idea. He told Noah to get flat on his back and when he did Seth got up and moved a few metres away so that it looked like he wasn’t with Noah and me. Noah and I just lay looking up at the sky, both with our knees up and me with them well apart. Whenever Seth saw a man staring at me Seth loudly said the word ‘sunshine’. That was my cue to open my knees wider and giving the voyeur an even better look. Seth also told me that if he loudly said, ‘rain’, then I should close my knees, drop my legs and cross them so that my pussy was hidden. All with me not even able to see the voyeur. That worked great and Seth later told me that seven men had stopped walking and stared at my pussy, one even getting his phone out and taking a photograph. As Seth told me that my pussy really started to tingle. When the number of walkers decreased Noah said that he was hungry so we checked our money and went to a McDonalds that we’d walked passed. There I discovered the fun that can be had in a place like that with no tablecloths to act as a modesty board. We sat on a long wall seat, me with my knees spread, to eat. I was surprised at the number of men who came and sat at the tables opposite facing me and able to see my pussy. It was easy for me to turn my head to face Seth or Noah and watch the men through my peripheral vision. We stayed there for ages as men came and went. I lost count of the number of men that I thought had had a good look at my pussy. When we finally left Seth told me that we should have sat at one of the outside tables so that I could position myself so that people walking along the street would have been able to see my pussy. As we walked back to school I told Noah and Seth that I really grateful to them for helping me to show my pussy to strangers. Noah replied saying that the payback would be during the holidays when him and Seth would be fucking me all the time. “Anytime you want guys.” I replied, “but at least twice a day, each.” We got back to school in time to get the school bus home and as Seth was rubbing my clit Noah asked if we realised that that was the last time that we’d ever get on that school bus. At that time I was too near cumming that I didn’t even think about it. Noah had made me cum as well before the bus arrived in our village and just as it was slowing down I had a crazy idea. I climbed over Noah and in the aisle I quickly unbuttoned my dress, pulled it off, threw it to Seth and walked down the aisle to the front totally naked. As the driver came to a stop he looked in his interior mirror, saw me and said, “Fucking hell Leanne.” “I don’t suppose that I’ll see you again so this is my parting gift to thank you for taking us to school every day.” As I’d been talking I’d turned to let him get a full frontal view. I bent over and kissed his cheek then said, “You may want to come to the village pub on a Friday or Saturday evening over the summer.” I then got off the bus. I turned to face the driver as the other kids got off and I heard the driver ask Seth what was on a Friday and Saturday evening. “She’s going to be working there like that mate.” Seth replied. The other kids who got off the bus just stared at me like I was some sort of freak but I didn’t care. In my back garden I got on my hands and knees while the guys fucked both my pussy and my mouth at the same time. I wasn’t happy with my mouth job on either guy and I told them that I needed more practice. Both said that they were happy to help, but not right then. Over tea with dad, I told him that I didn’t have to go to school again apart from the Leaver’s Ball and he said that he was sad. Me going to school had been a big thing in his life for years and he was both sad that it was over and happy that I was a big girl now and about to go out into the big wide world. Trying to lighten the mood a little I cupped my tits and said, “I’m not that big daddy.” “They are beautiful Leanne and I’m sure that they will give you a lot of pleasure throughout your life.” “You could give them some pleasure right now daddy.” “Don’t go there Leanne.” “Sorry daddy, you need to get yourself a girlfriend, someone to share the house and your life when I’ve moved out.” “I know Lea, I’ll start looking.” “You didn’t need to wait until I’d moved out dad, I would have happily shared you.” “No, you are the main focus of my life until you move out Lea.” “I love you daddy.” “And I love you too Leanne.” After tea dad and I watched a couple of movies. I sat next to him on the sofa with my head on his chest, Dad had his arm round me and his hand on my chest below my tits. He could easily have moved his hand up and played with my tits but he didn’t. I had to give myself some relief before I went to sleep. ***** The next morning was a little strange. I was getting daddy’s breakfast knowing that I didn’t have to rush to go to school ever again. I watched a couple of the younger kids walk passed on their way to the bus stop and thought that I would miss going to school, especially the orgasms that Noah and Seth had started giving me on the school bus. Normally by that time I would have been showered, dressed and ready to leave when I waved daddy off but that day I just stood in the kitchen to wave to him. Daddy on his way to work I went to the bathroom. I’d just finished on the toilet when Noah and Seth walked in. “Why don’t you shower outside Lea?” Seth asked. “That way it’s easier for us to watch you, more space.” “Good idea mate, I’ll just clean my teeth then grab my stuff. Got any plans for the day? I’ll have to get cleaned up and over to Mike Barlow’s place by late afternoon for my paint job.” Noah and Seth sat on the grass and watched me as I showered. I paid lots of attention to my tits and pussy and as I was cleaning around my clit Seth said, “Do you want to practice giving blowjobs Lea?” “Sure, just wait ‘till I’m done here.” I rushed the rest of my shower then told my mates to get their cocks out. The previous night when I’d been giving myself some relief I’d watch a couple of videos on how to give the best blowjob and I was eager to put into practice what I had seen. When Seth dropped his shorts I saw that he had no undies on so I said, “Come ready for action Seth?” “Yeah, one less thing to worry about.” As I knelt in front of Seth I looked up to his face and smiled. Then I took hold of his cock at the base and started moving my hand up and down a bit. Then I stuck my tongue out and licked the small amount of pre-cum that had already escaped. Then I licked all around the head and put my lips over the tip and sucked. One hand was still round the base of his cock I moved the other hand to his balls. Seth moaned and I looked up to his face again. His eyes were closed and his mouth slightly open. Pushing my mouth further over his cock I felt the tip touch my tonsils. It was my turn to moan and as I did so my head went further onto his cock and I licked and sucked. “Relax.” I told myself, “I can push Seth back if he suddenly pulls my head further onto him.” He didn’t but I did. I came up for air then went down again so that the tip of his cock was passed my tonsils and well into my throat. I stayed like that until I needed air then came up, looked at his face, took a deep breath and lowered my head. Then I did it again, and again. Each time I felt my saliva coming out of my mouth and dribbling down onto my chest. The next time that I went down I felt his cock twitch then the first squirt of his warm cum go down my throat. I backed off until just the tip of his cock was in my mouth and felt squirt after squirt fill my mouth. Remembering what I’d seen on the videos I held his cum in my mouth until his last squirt added to the pile in my mouth then I backed off and looked up with my mouth wide open. “Good girl.” Seth said when he looked down at me. I swallowed then showed him my empty mouth. “Fucking hell Lea,” Seth said, “where the hell did you learn to do that?” “On the internet.” I replied. “I’m so happy that they finally got round to connecting the village.” Seth replied. “My turn.” Noah said. “Before you fuck my mouth can you get me a drink of water and some kitchen towel please Noah?” Like a flash Noah was in the house then back out. I had a drink first then used the paper towel to wipe my face and chest before saying, “Let’s do it.” We, well I, did, I used the same strategy as with Seth and it worked just as well. I showed Noah his cum before swallowing it and he looked as happy as I felt. I again had to use some paper towel to clean my chest and face. That’s the only part of letting a cock go into my throat that I don’t like. Maybe I should just keep the cock in my mouth so that I can control where the saliva goes. Once we were all sort of back to normal and just sat on the grass, I said, “Okay guys, I’ve done oral sex on you so how about you do it to me?” “You haven’t got a cock Lea, oh, that was a bit stupid, you want us to lick and suck your pussy?” Noah said. “Yep, so will you do it?” “Of course we will Lea, you’re a mate, and a girl.” Noah replied. Seth looked at me and we both smiled. We didn’t need to say that we were both thinking, “You’re so stupid at times Noah.” “Seth got the first blowjob so you get to eat my pussy first Noah.” I said as I spread my legs as wide as I could. “You’ve got a nice pussy Lea.” Noah said as his head got closer and closer to my pussy. “Have you seen any videos of guys or girls eating pussy Noah?” I asked. “Yes.” “Good, I’ll tell you what I like as you go.” “You’re pussy doesn’t smell like I’ve read some girls do.” Noah said. “I’m pleased to hear that Noah.” I replied just as he started licking up my slit which was already spread. “Oh fuck, that’s nicer than I expected.” I said. Then Noah found my clit. “Chew it Noah and if you bite it I’ll beat the crap out of you.” By that time I just knew that Noah had watch some videos and learnt from them. Up and down my slit he licked and each time that he got to the top he’d suck and chew my clit for a few seconds then he’d lick my slit again. After a few minutes I gasped as he added pushing his tongue into my hole to the other things that he was doing to me. It only took a few minutes for me to be clawing at the grass and shouting, “OH FUCK! I’M GONNA CUM, I’M GONNA CUM.” And I did. I was my most intense orgasm ever, my body shaking and jerking as wave after wave of intense pleasure rode over me, and all the time Noah kept going. Finally the last wave dispersed and I just lay there totally sated and spent. “Oh my gawd, what was awesome. I never thought that it would be that good.” I finally said. “My turn.” Seth said. “No.” I replied, “I need a rest.” I looked at Noah and his face looked like he was the cat that got the cream. Then I looked at Seth. “Just give me a minute please Seth, that pratt has drained me.” I lay there with my legs still wide open letting my pussy recover along with the rest of my body. About 5 minutes later I said, “Come on Seth, do your best.” And he did, the 2 of them must have been watching the same videos as well as Seth watching Noah torture my pussy because he was just as good if not slightly better because he kept going right through my first and second orgasm. Seth moved away leaving me very happy and very knackered. After a long rest Seth said that he needed a drink. “How about an ice cream?” Noah asked. We all liked that idea but I said that we didn’t have any in the freezer. “Then we’ll go to the shop and buy some.” Seth said. We got to our feet and set off with me still totally naked. As we approached the little village shop I said, “Shit, I haven’t got any money on me, not that I have anywhere to keep it.” “I’ll treat you Lea.” Seth replied. Drew Grey has been running the village shop for centuries and when I walked in I saw his eyes light up. “Morning,” Drew said, “no school today? No clothes either I see Lea, I heard that you’ve decided to become a naturist for the summer, well done. I hope that you’ll be coming to buy something from me every day.” “I’ll try to Drew. Did you hear that I’ll be working in the pub on a Friday and Saturday evening starting tomorrow.” “I did, it looks like I’ll be shutting early and going to the pub 2 nights a week this summer.” “I’ll happily bring your drinks over to you Drew.” “Thank you Lea, your father brought you up well.” We got our ice creams, paid and were just leaving when old Mrs. Johnson walked in. When she saw me she just said, “Oh to be young again.” and walked passed me. I wondered what she got up to when she was my age. From the shop we just wandered around the village eating the ice creams and then just talking. We played a bit of a guessing game as to which girls would be wearing skimpy bikinis and which ones would be wearing heavy duty ones that may as well have been a one-piece. We had a bit of a laugh suggesting names, but none of us thought that any of the girls would be wearing one as skimpy as me. That sort of pleased me because it meant that the boys would be staring at me. As we wandered around the village we say a few people going about their business and we got a few hello’s and a few waves. No one seemed to care about my lack of clothes. Even Ben at the pub just said hello and told me not to forget the Saturday evening. That was absolutely impossible, even him mentioning it made my pussy tingle. On the way back to my house we stopped at Seth’s house to grab a snack. His mother was there and she wasn’t at all phased by my nudity, in fact she said that she might join me, much to Seth’s displeasure. Walking back to my house I suggested that we try a 69 to hopefully make me cum at the same time as one of them. Noah said that he just wanted to fuck me but I said not because I didn’t know for how long after I’d got 2 loads of cum squirted up me it would still be leaking out of me and I didn’t want that to happen at the Leaver’s Ball. Then Noah joked with Seth saying that when it was his turn to 69 with me he should imaging that I was his naked mother. I thought that Seth was going to either throw-up or thump Noah. Seth watched Noah and me having our first 69. I insisted that I be on top because I didn’t want Noah to collapse down on me when his cock was in my throat. That may have been a good idea because he did go all limp when he started filling my mouth with his cum. I tried to swallow as much as I could but lots of it went all over my face and his stomach, him have gotten as naked as me before we started. My orgasm was good, but not as intense as the previous 2 that morning. Noah had an outdoor shower while Seth and I had his first 69. Again I only managed to swallow some of his cum and my orgasm wasn’t that intense. As I watched Seth have a shower and enjoyed watching him wash his cock I wondered what it would be like to have a cock and balls that looked like they would be getting in the way all the time. I guessed that it must be quite uncomfortable a lot of the time. As we were talking I told the guys that although I’d loved every way that we’d had any sort of sex for far it was when I was being fucked doggy style and at the same time the other one of them was fucking my mouth that I liked the most. When it came time to start getting ready for the Leaver’s Ball I realised that the teacher had been right, us girls did need a lot of time although I doubted that any of the other girls would be having a bikini painted on them. My first task was to have the 3 S’s. I went upstairs for the first S then brought down my shampoo, soap and shaving kit. Seth and Noah watched as I got myself clean and hair free below my neck under the outside shower. Then it was down the road a bit to get Mike Barlow to work his magic on me. “Mike,” I said, “can you add something to the paint that will mean that it only stays on for a few hours? I need it all off me before tomorrow evening because I’ll be working in the pub and I have to be paint free.” “Hmm. Yes I heard that you’d got a job, now let me think.” Mike went off into his garage and came back with a tin of some watery looking liquid. Then he tipped some of the paint into am empty jar, added some of the watery liquid and said, “This should give you what you want Leanne.” “And can you make both the top and bottom a bit smaller than the last time please?” Seth and Noah went into Mike’s house and came out with 3 chairs as Mike started on my tits. He was smiling as he started painting my tits. I looked down and they didn’t look as black as the last time, in fact they looked quite like the see-through bra and thong that I had bought. What’s more the paint looked to be drying quicker and if felt thinner, more flexible. Not that the last times bikini felt thick or rigid, I forgot that it was there most of the time. Bikini top done Mike asked me to climb up onto the chairs which Seth and placed quite far apart. When Mike started painting my pubes I asked him not to paint my slit or clit telling him that the last lot came off so quick that it wasn’t worth putting any on. “That’s a shame Leanne, I enjoyed painting you there, watching your clitoris grow and harden.” “Tell you what Mike, do all the rest then after you’ve cleaned the brush you can use the clean brush to paint there with nothing, but I warn you Mike, those parts may need a few coats of nothing, or instead of using the brush you could finger paint me with nothing, but if you do that I will need nothing finger painting on the inside of me.” Mike smiled knowing that I had just given him permission finger fuck me whilst I stood on those 2 chairs. I just hoped that Seth and Noah would be close by in case Mike did such a good job that my legs turned to jelly and I fell to the ground. Twenty minutes later a clean brush and clean fingers were painting my slit, clit and inside my hole with nothing but my natural juices. Mike’s talent wasn’t just restricted to his use of a paint brush and before long I was cumming on his hand whilst Seth and Noah stopped me from falling off the chairs. It was a very relaxed and happy Leanne who walked back to her house on her own, Seth and Noah having headed to their own homes. After saying hello, the first thing that dad said was, “You’re bikini has shrunk and got more see-through Lea, are you sure that you want to go to the Ball like that?” “I’m not going like this, I’m going to wear my school uniform on top of it.” “That sounds a bit boring, so why the paint job?” “Just in case I have a problem with the uniform.” “Knowing the way you are at the moment Lea I’m guessing you will definitely have a problem with your uniform. Okay Lea but don’t go getting into any trouble, I don’t want to have to come and bail you out of jail.” “You won’t dad, trust me.” After eating it was time to finish getting ready and when I walked out of my room dad asked me if I was off to another boring day at school. The limo driver was a perfect chauffeur, opening the door and calling us sir and madam and it felt strange and good being in there as we started moving. Then the chauffeur’s voice came over the intercom telling us the bar was included in the cost of the limo. Before long I was having some liquid courage, not that I needed it, and all too soon we were in a queue of limos waiting to get into the school’s staff car park. It was talking a while because the car park and road weren’t designed with limos in mind. One of the teachers was waiting to greet us when we got out of the limo and he looked disappointed when he saw that I was wearing my school uniform. I looked over to where everyone was waiting for the photographs to be taken and saw quite a few girls school uniforms. We all stood around waiting until the teacher thought that everyone was there then he handed us over to the photographer who organised us then took a few photographs. After that when we were all going inside one of the girls went up to him and told him not to disappear because she was sure that he’d want to take some more in about 10 minutes. Then it was the head teacher who gave a little speech about how well we’d all done, that he was proud of us and he wished us all good look for our futures. Once that was out of the way the lights went down a little and the music started. At first no one started dancing but that soon changed as all 11 of us girls in school uniform went and started dancing. The start of the second track was our cue to start stripping and that’s exactly what we did. Some looking like they were professional strippers and some just boringly taking their skirts and blouses off. Me, I went and stood in front of the DJ and slowly peeled my blouse off letting him get glances of what was to come, then slowly easing my skirt down, teasing him with a view of my butt with the paint thong string up the back, then turning around to let him see my painted pubes. I deliberately kept my legs closed not wanting him to realise so soon that I was only wearing paint and that my pussy wasn’t painted. Unsurprisingly, all the boys there where shouting and cheering and I saw a couple of teachers watching us, presumably to make sure that we didn’t go beyond our bikinis. I was pleased to see that I wasn’t the only one wearing a thong bottoms, there were 3 sets of butt cheeks on display. We all danced to the end of the track then we all went outside again hoping that the photographer hadn’t disappeared. He hadn’t and he had a big grin on his face when he saw us. At this stage I deliberately stayed in the middle of the gang of girls, wanting the teachers to get used to there being 11 bikini clad girls there before I chose to go and bid farewell to each male teacher individually and let them get a close-up view of me and realised that my bikini was just paint. Photographs, not only from the official photographer, but also probably every other person there who had their phones with them. Seth had mine. Photographs over, we all went back inside and started partying. Again I deliberately kept away from the teachers with Seth and Noah keeping a lookout for me. The food wasn’t that great but it was enough to try to soak up the alcohol drinks that someone had sneaked in and spiked the punch with and the evening was actually going quite well. Quite a few of the boys started coming up to me and asking me to dance or just to talk to me. I knew exactly why and didn’t discourage them. The brave ones even asked if they could take photos and selfies with me which I was happy to oblige. At one point I asked Seth if he could see my clit and he replied, “Hell yeah, it’s obvious that your are enjoying this Lea.” I was, my pussy and rock hard nipples had been tingling ever since I stripped. Eventually it got to the time where I wanted to find the teachers that I wanted to say goodbye to. I tweaked my already rock hard nipples and rubbed around my areolae and was pleased to see that some of the paint was coming off. There was little pink patches in the black paint job. The first teacher that I went up to was Mr. Wright. I chose him because he was stood under a bright light. “Leanne, what the blue blazers are you wearing, or should I say not wearing. You shouldn’t be like that here.” “Oh come on Mr. Wright, I’ve been like this all evening and no one has complained. I can recommend a good artist if your wife wants to get a bikini like mine.” “You do realise that I could discipline you for being naked in school Leanne?” “But you won’t sir I officially left school this afternoon, I’m not a pupil here any more, and besides, you like looking at me like this don’t you sir?” As I said that last bit I looked down to the bulge in the front of his trousers and he saw me looking. “It’s a good job that you have officially left Leanne, but I could still ask you to leave school property.” “What’s the point sir? The evening is coming to an end and I will be leaving just after I’ve said goodbye to the other teachers. I went to each of my teachers, even the women ones and got a similar reaction from them although the women weren’t quite as pleasant, not that it bothered me. I asked a couple of the young male teachers if they knew of the pub in my village and if they said that they did I suggested that they might like to visit it on a Friday or Saturday over the Summer. When they asked why I told them that I’d be working there without the paint. I got the Impression that Ben’s takings would be getting a boost on those 2 nights each week. It finally came time to say goodbye to everyone and everyone was hugging everyone else and promising to keep in touch. The thing was, as I hugged everyone my tits were rubbing against their chests and more and more of the paint was getting rubbed off. A couple of the guys took the fact that I was just about naked as my permission for them to have a little grope of my butt and tits. I know that a lot of girls would have got offended and possibly even gone to the police to accuse the boys of sexual assault but not me, I was loving it. I also saw some of the other bikini clad girls get groped and they too didn’t seem at all upset by it. Seth, Noah and me looked for our limo in the line of about 7 or 9 of them and with Seth carrying my school skirt and blouse we walked along the line of them with the drivers all having a good look at the just about naked girl walking passed them. Our driver managed to keep a straight face as he opened the door for us but he was stood behind me as I bent over to climb in. When the limo got to my house I asked Noah and Seth to get out there and as the limo drove off I told my mates that I needed fucking right there and then, and they did, out on the main street through the village. Admittedly it was the middle of the night but we all felt a little naughty. *****

Sales Meeting by Fishman Sales Meeting Part 1 In 1972 I was forty-two and lived near Washington, DC. I was a salesman with a route that took me through Virginia and every quarter I met with my regional manager in Columbus along with all the other Northeast reps. The local boy, call him Brian, lived in Columbus, and it was his job to arrange for some entertainment for all of us. The boss, call him Hank, was actually younger than the rest of us, a real go-getter and something of an asshole, to tell the truth. Brian brought in some stripper to the motel and Hank paid them well but was abusive. He called them names to their face and seemed to enjoy humiliating them. Anyway on this occasion, it was September and the last meeting for the year. Brian had had a bad year. Sales were off for all of us in fact, but Brian had drawn down his commission and was into next years. I knew he had borrowed from his parents to pay his mortgage in the last couple of months. Hank was riding him, and had confided in me that he was going to fire him. Being so near to the Christmas season, it was a shitty thing to do, but that was the kind of guy Hank was. Hank had come in early to lay it on Brian. I was in with the rest of the guys the next day. We had our usual sales meeting and I was surprised that Brian was still there. He looked ashen and gloomy, and Hank seemed to take pleasure in making him run all the errands, fetch coffee, and the like. It was really pathetic and I asked Hank if Brian was going to stay on. He told me he was; he said they’d made a deal. At the end of the meeting Hank announced we had the usual poker game that night and said to Brian to bring “our guest” around nine or so. We had dinner together. Hank was in an unusually good mood and picked up the tab. He said Brian had a special treat for us that night. We took the bait and tried to get more out of him but Hank just grinned. Hank tossed bigger bills into the poker game than we were used to. I was down fifty-sixty bucks by nine o’clock and Hank was winning of course. To tell the truth I think we all pretty much forgot about the entertainment, since most of us were losing money to Hank, and most of us were well into our fourth or fifth drinks when Brian finally got there. I wasn’t really glad to see him, hoping I could win some of my money back, and I knew the game would stop now that the “entertainment” had arrived. Hank assumed the role of master of ceremonies. He opened the door for Brian and the guest. He showed an unusual deference to the “guest” who came in behind Brian. She was not what we expected. In fact it was a surprise and we didn’t know what to make of it at first. It was strange. Hank made her and Brian a drink and introduced her, Shelley, Brian’s wife. Pleasantries exchanged. An awkward silence. Hank did not offer her a chair. She stood at the end of the credenza, next to the TV which was showing Hawaii Five-O as I remember it, and never picked up the drink that Hank had slid over to her.. She watched her husband. They both looked unhappy. Hank grinned at the both of them and motioned Brian to sit next to him on the bed. He asked Brian if he had to go home soon. Brian said he had left the kids alone but they would be okay. Hank nodded, grinning. “You aren’t drinking,” He said to Shelley. She sensed that all of us were looking at her. She shook her head, but would not look at any of us. It was weird. But I think all of us began to figure it out at the same time. Hank was explaining to Brian: “So with the commission you’ve taken and the money you need, that’s $2000, no, you wanted $2,500, right?” He looked at Shelley as Brian said yes. Brian glanced at her too. She looked back and forth between them. “You sure you don’t want that drink, hon?” Hank insisted. She picked up the glass and sipped some as he watched her, nodding, and then took a larger swallow, and he nodded grinning. Even though I had started to guess what was up, I admit I actually laughed out loud when Hank stood up and walked over to make a drink for himself and looked up at Brian in the mirror and said, grinning: “Take her clothes off.” Brian said nothing. He blushed. She blushed too. Some of the others too. But not Hank. He just grinned and when I laughed, he laughed too. He turned back to Brian with his drink in his hand, and swallowed a lot of it and repeated himself: “Get her clothes off. Then we’ll see what we can work out.” Hank was serious. It was no joke. He said again: “Go on. Knowing your tastes. She’s just what we want. Huh?” Hank taunted him: “She got nice tits, I bet. Nice ass.” Now none of us were laughing. Hank reached over and took hold of Shelley’s hand and pulled her toward him, next to him. He shoved her forward to where Brian sat. Brian looked up at her. She held her drink in two hands. She looked pale now. She could not look at Brian or any of us. It was awkward. Comical. Pathetic at the same time. Brian got up and said to her he was sorry and she nodded and handed him her drink and he handed it back to her and then took it from her again, realizing I guess, she needed her hands free, if she was going to remove the sweater. She would have helped him, half lifting her hands to the waist, but Brian took hold of it and pulled it up and over her head. Hank was right. Looked like she did have pretty nice tits. She wore one of those good old Sears and Roebuck white bras. Wash worn. Very housewifey. Her hair was tousled and she blinked like she’d just got out of bed or been crying on her bed. Brian looked like a dope, he didn’t know what to do with the sweater in his hands. Hank sat on the bed next to me, taking in the view of her in front of us. He shook his head sadly and said: “Bring her clothes to me, Brian. She ain’t gonna get them back anyway.” What a joke. Shelley looked pathetic. I felt sorry for her. The look on her face was one I could imagine my wife would have. This is not something she wanted. She was about the age of my wife too, I think, maybe a little younger, and she’d had a couple kids. She was a little chubby. Not very tall. Chunky you might say, but I always thought she was pretty. When Brian unfastened the snap of her blue jeans, her tummy showed the pink mark where the waist had pinched her. Her legs were pale, like her midriff, and her back. She had a faint tanning on the lower legs, below her thighs but she otherwise showed her occupation: housekeeping, child rearing. This was not usual lean and mean hooker. Something more soft. Something more vulnerable. Something more innocent. Could be my own wife, standing there in her underwear, looking so ashamed. That added to the keen interest all of us had in seeing her clothes taken off. I suppose all of us had looked at her and wondered what she looked like with no clothes on. We all knew her of course. We had visited her in her home. We knew her kids. Two boys. Nice boys: sixteen years old and fourteen years old. That familiarity made all of us embarrassed for her. She looked embarrassed too. But still we all wanted to see her clothes taken off; we had gone this far; she was not refusing; hell, my dick was getting hard. I really wanted to see her naked. Of course I felt embarrassed for Brian. And a little pity for her too. But when I looked up at Brian's expression, I wondered if he didn’t after all really want us to see his wife naked. And, hell, she was not resisting, like I said. Standing limply. Letting her husband strip off her clothes. She even cooperated. She leaned over as her husband knelt at her feet, trying to pull her jeans off her feet where they’d got all bunched up about her ankles and helped him to first slip off her tennis shoes. When they finished, Brian stood up and picked up her jeans. He didn’t seem to know where to put them either. Then with Hank nodding again carried them over to him and handing them over to him; he glanced over up at me in the face. He blushed more than she did. Shelley looked calm in fact. I took her in. Head to foot. Cotton underpants. White like the bra. Sears and Roebuck again. High-waisted. Wash-worn too. Her pussy showed a dark patch through her underpants. A little tear on the cheek of her butt. My guess was she had not really expected all this to really happen. At least she hadn’t dressed for it and I guessed she had thought Hank had made the deal for himself. She hadn’t thought about us being there and Brian hadn’t told her. Still she never said anything. I guess she figured she had no choice. Or maybe the whole thing was happening too fast. The look in Brian’s eyes reminded me of when I was in Korea and in-coming fire got us hunkered down. Shock, sort of. Dazed. Going on automatically. But Shelley looked calm now. Her hands laid flat on her bare thighs. Her face turned a bit to the side, down cast. Like the victim of an inquisition. Felt like it. She was condemned. Waiting her execution. First, let’s see what she looks like naked. I wondered if this was the power that Nazis had over Jewish housewives they interrogated: “You want to see your children again? You want to cooperate? Take your clothes off. We will see. We will see. Perhaps there is something we can work out.” A bit plump, like I said, but just preggo-fat, that padding some women put on after childbirth, making her boobs swell up, a bit bigger, a bit baggier. I wanted to see her naked, I admit. So did Hank. And so did the others, as I could see where their eyes wandered. Anticipation teased us. Teased her too, I think. Brian saw it too. She did too, I expect. For she looked self-conscious. My dick was getting hard, I admit. To his everlasting shame, so was Brian’s. Poor slob was actually getting a hard-on thinking about his wife being stripped naked in front of his buddies. Hank told Brian to put her jeans and sweater into a paper bag that he took off the credenza and tossed on the bed. He said: “Take her shoes and socks too, Brian. Put her clothes in the bag and take ‘em with you.” Hank looked up at Shelley. “Look at me, hon. Look here.” She turned about to face Hank and the mirror and looked up. Distant. Even contemptuous. But obviously afraid. A false courage. “We do this all the time, you know. You ain’t nothing special. Brian here always does the honors. He enjoys it, I think. That right, Brian?” She hadn’t known this of course. But Hank was right, come to think of it, Brian always undressed the girls for us. I laughed again thinking of the joke. Shelley glared at me in the mirror. I think she was angry with Brian now. Hank surmised it: “So you see, it’s a great way to get even with the SOB, isn’t it? You getting naked for his boss. Making him look on. While we all get a good look at you. All your clothes off. And all the rest. Give us a good show. Dance for us. Show us your cunt. Right? Pretty good joke, huh?” Hank gestured. Looking at her bra. He said: “So, Okay, Brian… Let’s see your wife’s tits.” Brian did his step-and-fetch-it shuffle, not too reluctantly though a bit slow on the up take. Hang dog look in his eyes. Still I think even his wife saw he had a boner showing. Brian came up behind her. She could see him approach in the mirror. She could watch herself in the mirror. Brian fidgeted with her bra like a frustrated adolescent but he finally unhooked the eyelets at the back of her bra, it popped open in back, and sagged in front and as he slipped off the straps, it uncupped her tits. Soft spill. Plump mommy tits. With big wide dark nipples. Sort of sagging and poking at the bottom her tits. Tender-looking. Baby bottle nipples, mounded, with nubby tips. Getting pointed. And I’ll tell you it wasn’t because she was getting cold. Everybody had hard-ons now. Brian put the bra in the bag, stuffed it down deep, like he thought it might crawl out, and Hank appraised her, a smug nod of approval. He got up and walked around her, looking at her tits from all sides, and paused beside her, looking out at us and winking as he put his hand under her boob and squeezed it: “Nice tits. Like I said. Better than usual girls you bring for us, Brian, I think she’ll do real good.” He turned her to face the mirror where we watched the show and she herself saw; the shame on her face, the light on those lurid tits. He fondled her tits with a grin. Hefted them in his hands like two water balloons, he weighed them, up and down, up and down, nodding. Approving. Brian watched through the mirror. So did Shelley, distressed but abject. Hank fingered her nipples, arousing and teasing them, he tugged them, pulled them, stroking them outwardly; when he let go of her nipples, they were puckered, pointed harder, longer. He leaned and flicked his tongue on one and then licked it so it showed all around wet from his tonguing it. As he fondled her he looked past her face to Brian, grinning. He stepped back, picked up his drink, looking into her eyes while she looked away. He sipped his drink and looked down at her belly. Brian watched meekly. No one spoke. Hank put his finger to her crotch. He rubbed there. He felt for her slit. He looked at her face as he did. She did not return the look. Hank looked back at us, winked, and then turned to looked at Brian and walked around behind her and sat on the sofa. Sipped his drink and said quietly: “Pull her underpants down, Brian.” Brian actually nodded back at him. Servile now. Dumb fucker. I couldn’t believe it, and actually laughed again. But Brian dutifully took hold of her underpants at her waist. We all looked down as he did. I watched as her underpants popped off below her butt cheeks. And in the mirror saw how they had come to the tops of her thighs to show a dark hairy messy pussy. Not the pussy of a pro. Unkempt. Untrimmed. And her belly was flabby and had stretch marks from having babies. Brian looked up at Hank. Hank grinned. Brian drew his wife's underpants all the way down to her ankles and because she did not now help him and looked resentfully down at his upturned face, he looked abashed and hesitated, looking at back at us he stood up and backed away to leave the white wad of underpants to bunch up about her feet. He looked over to Hank. She looked at Hank too. And glanced at her own nakedness in the mirror. At her own flushed face. I suppose she felt both ashamed and sexually stimulated. At least that is how she looked to me. Hank asked her, toasting her with his drink: “How you feel? You like this? You look real good, Shelley. Wish we had done this before. Right guys. Ain’t she better than them working girls we get in here. This here’s the real thing.” Now for the first time most of us finally spoke up. That started a wave of comments and cross-talk. Complimenting her tits. Compliments to her ass, her legs. Compliments to Brian. Wondering about fucking her. Brian was stuffing her underpants down in the paper bag. He was actually going to leave his wife right there, naked, taking her clothes, just like he was told—I could not believe it—and to tell the truth I think he liked this. “You suck cock, Shelley?” Hank asked, gesturing. She did not reply. Somehow, standing there with her underpants around her feet, this conversation seemed really degrading. I don’t think he expected her to. Hank grinned and asked Brian instead: “Your wife, Brian, she suck cock?” Brian nodded. Shelley did not see; she did not want to see this. Hank pressed for details: “She like to suck cock?” Brian shrugged. Hank was being a real asshole now. He wanted to know to humiliating details—how she used her tongue and then: “You cum in her mouth, Brian? Huh? She like that too? Hank looked at Shelley directly and asked: “Do you swallow it, honey?” She looked at the floor. Hank looked back at Brian: “Does she swallow when you cum in her mouth, Brian? Does she eat cum? Does your wife eat cum, Brian?” He had made his point, but Brian went on: “We’re gonna fuck her in the ass too, Brian. Now I know she ain’t never done that. Not with you anyway. (Laughter) But she’s gonna do it and like it now, Brian, and anything else I want her to do. That’s the deal. You got it. You got it, honey. (He looked at Shelley now).” Hank said: "Okay, take her underpants too. Put them in the bag the rest of her clothes. Bring 'em back tomorrow when I call you to pick her up." Brian hesitated for a moment, gawking at his naked wife with the rest of us, then he squatted down to coax her to lift her feet so he could pull away her underpants. He put them in the bag. He held the bag waiting for Hank's instructions. Hank told Brian to sit next to him. He started to work out the details. She would stay until we were tired of her. She’d do whatever we wanted. To anybody we wanted her to do it. No calls home. We’d call him when we were ready for him to come get her. “Take a vacation, Brian, you deserve it.” Hank looked up at Shelley and caught her looking at herself naked in the mirror. He chuckled and shook his head and said: “Feel your pussy, Shelley. Feel yourself for us, hon. Show us how you like it.” She didn’t look like she liked it. Or like she ever really did it. Some women don’t masturbate. I don’t think Shelley did. She cupped her right hand over her crotch and rubbed robotically. Hank wanted her to put her fingers into her cunt. She did what she was told. Hank went back to Brian’s deal as he watched Shelley poke two fingers in and out of the mouth of her own cunt, like a kid fingering a pot of honey, feeling around to scoop up the goo: “You get $500 for leaving her here naked for us. I’ll give you another $1000 if does what she’s told. The rest she earns by doing her job. Let’s say we give her $5 each time she get fucked. I’ll give her $10 for sucking off a cock, but only if she eats the stuff. She’s gotta let ‘em cum in her mouth and she’s gotta eat all of it. And I’ll give her $15 each time she gets her butt-hole fucked. But only if she likes it." Hank laughed. " She's gotta say she wants it or she don't get paid." He looked at Shelley feeling herself and looking now upset. I don't figure she's ever been fucked in the ass. I said so. She glared at me. But I was feeling sorry for her. Hank asked: "You never taken dick in your asshole, honey? No? Well, you just pretend you like it. It's the best fuck for a mommy like you." Hank turned back to Brian: "So where was I? Yeah well. So I figure she’ll be here for quite a while if you want to pay me back. Probably fuck and suck twenty, thirty guys. Get it up her ass a good couple dozen times. Not a bad enema, you know. You remember that whore we all butt-fucked and she jumped up after and ran to bathroom and let loose a great big fart full of cum and shit. (Laughter)” Hank was watching Shelley all this time: “You wet yet, honey.” She did not answer, but I think she was. He told her to taste herself. “Lick your fingers, honey.” She did as she was told. “That taste good?” She said nothing, but blushed. Brian could not watch this. She dropped her hands at her sides. I think she was going to cry. “Go on. Keep doing it 'till I tell you to stop.” Hank coached her. She dipped her fingers into her vagina, and then licked off the slippery shiny wetness that she took away. We could smell her now. Hank stood up, still talking to Brian: “We run out of cum to feed her. I may need you to help me round up some more guys to fuck her. So stay by the phone at home.” Hank was undressing and that cued some others. In the past we all generally got down to our jockey shorts and socks and took turns with her. Never lounged around naked, like they do in those porno films. Ain’t none of us that proud of our pricks. Like those queers in those porn films. I just took mine out when I wanted her to suck it or whatever. Sometimes we’d go at her together, one feeling or fucking her, while the other got his rocks off in her mouth, or whatever, but mostly, we took turns. Hank grabbed Shelley by her shoulders and guided her to step back and sit on the bed. She looked confused. He wanted her to lie back on the bed and eventually she understood he wanted her to grab her calves and spread open legs so we could get a look at cunt. Most of us got up and went over to look down and see. It’s strange how different each woman looks down there. But to think of it all women look different naked. Different tits. Different kinds of nipples and pussy hair. Shelley she was one of those with darker kinkier pussy hair than the hair on her head which was just a plain old mousy brown. And the hair of her pussy gathered up thick, stuck out like a cow lick, on the front of her pussy, but did not go around her pussy lips or her asshole, they were bare, exposed, raw looking, pearly and pinkish and slimy like a fresh open oyster; I swear she looked like somebody had already fucked her. Hank said it first: “You fucked her before you brought her, didn’t you Brian?” Shelley now did began to cry. Her legs trembled and she wept but she did not let go her hold. She held her trembling legs open wide for us to see. She sobbed. Brian looked upset. Hank laughed. Hank told her to get up and we parted as she stood. It was impossible, feeling her so close, seeing her so vulnerable, not to touch her. Several of us took a chance to cop feels of her ass, grab a tit, toy with a nipple, probe her cunt with our fingers. She was groped and grabbed from all sides and Brian slinked off to the corner of the room, holding the bag of clothes, waiting for instructions. I suppose the poor slob came in his pants, watching us grope his naked wife. I tell you I wanted to slip into her where she stood but Hank had taken down his shorts first and told us to let her go and when she turned to face him, trying now to compose herself, wiping her tears with her hands. “$10 a pop, Shelley. You like eatin’ cum?” She shook her head, but nobody believed her. We helped to kneel down. Actually somebody smacked her bare butt, and she said: “ow” (more surprised than hurt). “Suck him off, Shelley.” It was Brian’s best friend who said this. I was astonished. But I think he had held this fantasy for a while. Brian looked up. He spanked her a couple more times. It was funny. Most laughed. She said finally: “Okay, okay….” Covering her ass with her hand. He moved it away and smacked her one more time. He liked the sound of it. The look of it. How her butt cheek jellied and glowed warm. She squatted rather than knelt and held his dangling half-limp penis like a hose, put her mouth on it, closed her eyes. Although Hank does not get a real stiff one, and so has a hard time fucking assholes until some others have gone in first, he always surprises them with his cum. She could not tell it was going to happen. He just starts to go like a spigot. And it pours out like pee but gooey and pasty, I guess. Because she had to swallow a lot and seemed like she would gag on it. But when he started to cum I gotta tell you I think she had an orgasm too, because her legs trembled and had to drop one knee and hold on to his butt as she held his cock her mouth. She mewed like a kitten and made these cute little wet suckling sounds. “Eat it all up, Shelley.” Hank looked over to Brian: “Ten bucks.” He laughed. After Hank we were all ready and got her to sit on the edge of the bed while we stepped up in front her and she did her business. I was fourth. She was pretty hot by then. I mean she felt hot to touch. I toyed with her tits as she mouthed my prick and fiddled her tongue in and around my pee hole. She knew what she was doing. No college girl this one. When I was ready to cum, I held her head and sort of fucked her mouth. She had no problem letting me. And when I started to cum I looked down to see her expression. Her eyes opened and she looked up at me. She was crying again. She closed her eyes and I filled her mouth up with cum. When I was done I withdrew and she dropped her head. I didn’t see her actually eat it but I could see she had. She looked up at me tearfully and asked if she could have a drink of water. Hank had Brian get it. I was actually ready to go again and even though it wasn’t my turn again I couldn’t help it. Hank told me to got for it. I laid her back and spread her legs and lay down on her and fucked her. She was very warm. Very willing. She made quiet pleasant noises. Brian held the glass of water and watched and waited. I got up off her after a stroking my dick up hard again and she sat up and took the glass from Brian. She sipped, cleared her mouth of cum. Hank announced it was time for Brian to leave. He had hold of the paper bag. He’d put her shoes in it too and he stood at the door holding it and getting ready to open it up for him. I had already started fucking her mouth again. It was cold from the water. Felt good. I was ready to cum again, I swear. But I wanted this to last. She was so compliant now. Eyes closed. She held the glass in her lap. “Kiss her goodbye, Brian.” I backed away so he could do as he was told and took the glass away from her. Brian looked at his naked wife sadly and did not speak, and she, pathetic, defeated, said nothing back to him. He was going to leave without saying anything but Hank insisted that he kissed her goodbye. That was more humiliating to see than anything else I saw him do. I don’t know why. She did not kiss him back. She still had cum her mouth. Or maybe she was mad at him. I don’t know but after he left she finally started to talk to us. I finished up in her mouth. Again she took my cum her mouth before she swallowed it all at once. She got up and picked up the glass and drank again. Then without a word she went to the bathroom. We talked as she was gone. Mostly expressing our amazement. Asking how Hank got this whole thing set up. Most of us agreed she was better than any whore we’d ever had. Genuine. And not bad looking. If a little ordinary. But that is what gave it the edge. She was forced to do whatever we wanted. Hank wanted suggestions. Some were really outrageous. When the door opened and she came out we stopped talking. She stood at the cove to the bathroom in the dark, the lamp lights shone on her nakedness; she did not cover herself, she casually crossed her right arm to hold her other arm at the wrist. Posed like that, it accentuated her tits, made her nipples jut. She wanted to know: “What do you want?” She said it with such resignation it made me ready to fuck her again. “You ever been butt fucked?” She shook her head. She obviously did not like the idea. Hank was actually really gentle with her at this point. He had her lay down on the bed face down and he talked to her about it and gently probed her anus with his finger as he talked. He had some Vaseline he always brought for the purpose and sat beside her and gooped up her asshole with it, poking some in with his index finger. He said she was really tight and should not fight it. She nodded. She said she understood. He kidded her about this. How did she know that, if she had never done it before? She actually laughed at that herself. She admitted that as a little girl her brother and her had played doctor and he liked to put things in her butt. Hank asked her about that and suggested that they get her used to the idea by poking something into her butt. The only thing we had was the whisky bottle and it was not empty so he capped it and slathered Vaseline over the neck of it. I watched her face as he started to work it into her asshole. She looked serious, almost worried, but it didn’t hurt. She had been holding her breath and let it out as Hank got the bottle in a couple inches and then stated to rhythmically fuck her with it. He asked: “Okay? That okay?” She nodded and said softly: “Okay…” Her eyes were closed. She was flushed. Hank motioned for the first to fuck her. She put her hands up to her face as he butt-fucked her. He got in his whole schlang now, maybe good eight to nine inches of sausage up her rectum and she lay docile as asleep. Her hands cupping her face. She whimpered a little but said nothing and when he shot off inside her rectum she made a noise of satisfaction just like he did. Two more fucked her anally before Hank got his turn and her asshole looked gloopy and stretched. He loved it like that. He got her up on her hands and knees and fucked her asshole like he was riding the top of her butt. Her tits jiggled as he fucked her and she grunted and involuntarily responded, meeting his strokes with back thrusts. She liked it now. That was sure. She was ready to have an orgasm herself, I figured. Hank delighted in taking her up to the moment and then backing off. She began to cry again. Hank always finishes in her mouth. She didn’t know that and seemed disappointed when he withdrew. Sperm oozed out of her rectum and she finally got the idea and sat back as he kneeled in front of her, then she hunched forward, her tits dangling, doubling over on her chubby tummy, brushing on his thighs, and she sucked up his cock, like a limp noodle, all fat and all slimy with the goo of Vaseline and other men’s cum that had been in her butt. He came in her mouth per usual, and per usual she gulped and slurped and whimpered until he finally got done and let go of her head, sort of shoved her back and she looked up like she was afraid he was going to hit her or something. Bleary-eyed. Teary-eyed. Her mouth all creamy with cum, smearing her lipstick. He laughed at her and pulled her forward to sit on the edge of the bed. She hid her face in her hands. Did not like us looking at her. We let her be for a while and cleaned up ourselves. Hank sat at the table with his sale book and added up the tally. He was an honest broker. He would be fair. Most of us got dressed. I was hungry. Hank suggested a pizza and somebody got on the phone. We changed the channel on the TV and I tried to get the poker game going again. Not that paid no attention to her; guys went by her and copped a feel, told she was good fuck, and so on. I myself looked her over once or twice. I liked her tits. A bit plump, but that gave them a nice ripe look. And like I said, how she looked, housewifey, uncomfortable, reminded me of my own wife, how she’d look sitting there, probably act just the same. I mean the girls we usually got were a little too skinny for my taste anyway, and they were so damn used to being seen naked it meant no shame to them at all, and in fact they acted like were damn lucky just to see their nice tight young bodies. And you could tell they didn’t really get turned on by these old guys popping their joints. But not this one. Poor old Brian’s naked wife just sat there, flushed, ashamed, still trembling with sexual anxiety, mucking up the bed spread with cum that drained from her asshole. We saw it when finally Hank told her to go wipe her butt. It was really something. A big gooey mess of it, really. I had to laugh. Hank laughed too and we got some more drinks and talked about what we’d do to her and so on. When Shelley came out of the bathroom, Hank stopped her and got out the Polaroid we use to document some of our business. He took pictures of her standing there naked. Front. Sideways. Back. Documentation. The one who was her husband’s “friend” stepped over and joined her in the picture; she naked of course, him in his street clothes, his arm around her, and he beckoned me over. Hank took pictures of the both of us, arms around her. Her naked between us. Us smiling. Her looking like she expected somebody was going to hit her. One snapped off for him to have. One for me. I still got the picture in my desk at work. Hank took pictures of us all like that. Some for everybody. He had Shelley masturbate then and took pictures of it. Said he’d give these to Brian. Shelley was not too good at this. Not very sincere. But Hank insisted she do it. He told her she had to keep doing it until she had given herself some pleasure. After all we had all had our pleasure with her. She deserved a little. Hank coached her. He could see he was getting somewhere when she closed her eyes and her mouth parted and face turned serious, tense. Her legs stiffening up. She started rubbing fast on her pubes. She might have popped her cork right then but the fucking pizza came. Knock at the door and Shelley looked like she’d been caught naked. Well, of course, she was. I had to laugh again to see the look on her face. Hank said for her to keep going. He grinned at me and winked. The others figured this was going to be rich and edged up to see it all better. Shelley held her hand over her pussy but not moving. “Go on,” said Hank. She knew what he wanted. I for one was surprised she just went along with it. I always wondered after that what was going on in her, I mean, I figure my wife would have run and hid in the bathroom or something. But Shelley stood there, looking like she would cry, but I could tell she was pretty far gone, blushed like a little girl. Hank repeated his instruction: “Go on…” Shelley rubbed herself slowly and Hank smiled. The door knocked again. The pizza guy let us know it was a pizza. Shelley had her eyes closed and rubbed her pussy as Hank let open the door. She never did open her eyes. The pizza guy was to say the least pretty surprised, seeing this naked middle aged women facing him across the room, rubbing her pussy, while a bunch of old geezers, some half dressed looked on, alternately at her and then back at him. He had to be barely of age to drive, maybe 16, could be 18. Anyway he blushed almost as much as poor old Brian’s naked wife. The boy did not say a word. Hank had to ask the kid how much it was for the pizza? The boy never stopped looking at Shelley. He took the money and Hank went out the door with him. Shelley opened her eyes now and lifted her hands trembling to her mouth and told us she was cold. She did begin to shiver. Nerves. Poor thing never did get herself off. Her nipples wrinkled up like raisins. I got the bed spread off and draped it over her and she sat on the edge of the bed. Hank came back in with wise-ass look in his eyes. He made a drink and told Shelley: “Got you a date, Mommy.” He took the drink over to Shelley who took it this time without comment. Hank said: “Who let her cover up?” I explained she was cold. Hank said: “She gotta be naked all the time, guys. She ain’t getting’ dressed till I let her.” Hank yanked the bed spread off her and told her to stand up. He spilled her drink because he handled her roughly. He shoved her across the room, and forced her to stand up on a chair next the poker table where I was sitting. Looking up at her tits like that, pointy, and pathetic as she looked, it made my dick hard again, I have to admit. Hank could be a creep and he knew what got to us. He liked this bit. He’d done it before with more willing victims. A little bit of exhibitionism. With a little ceremony and a few words to Shelley, explaining she better get used to it, he pulled open the curtains. I suppose from the street it was pretty obvious that there was a naked woman standing there although the way the light hung over the table, you probably couldn’t tell who it was. It always made us nervous the way he’d show off like this because we’d figure the cops would bust us. But he would not let Shelley get down until she had admitted that people across the street had seen her. Hank then closed the curtain and told Shelley to stand in the corner by the front door. He made her another drink and this one she got to finish. Hank then told us that it was a small world after all. Turns out the pizza boy knew her. Or at least had seen her before. Hank arranged a “date” after he got off work. We ate the pizza. Snacking and looking at her. In her casual pose again, arm crossing her belly to hold her left forearm, squeezing her tits together. Self-conscious still to be naked in front of these men she knew. All of us still a bit giddy about it all. Keeping our dicks hard just to look at her. I wondered what she looked like with her pussy hair shaved off. Said so and everybody laughed. She probably wondered if we meant to do that to her. Hank told her his name now and she did not know it. He explained he knew her from church. She recognized the name now. Son of one of the people in her church. All of us laughed at that one. Hank told her then that his parents were out of town and he was alone tonight. She knew what he meant. And I couldn’t help wondering why she said nothing. She stared back so distantly that I wondered if she understood. My wife would have gotten down and begged us not to do it to her, explaining how she felt, but Shelley seemed totally defeated. Again, I felt like a Nazi. But the more pathetic she seemed the more I wanted to humiliate her, I admit. I wanted her to confess that she hated it, or wanted it, or whatever. The depression she showed, resignation to any humiliation, was demeaning to all of us. I suppose I could have shit on her if I’d wanted to. So I guess it was because I was angry at her somehow that I decided to add my two cents and got that friend of her husbands to go with me and hold her arms behind her while I got Hanks plastic disposable razor and some shaving cream and took her pussy hair off her. Not that he had to hold her, she would not have fought it. I tell you, it’s like shaving a beard and I should have used scissors to cut away the thick stuff first but Hank didn’t have any anyway, so I just kept tugging at the patch of it until I was down to her slit and then I tried to go carefully so I didn’t nick her and I did well in fact. She looked a bit pink and raw, but not a nick anywhere, and I got to tell you that shaving around those plump little pussy lips is not an easy thing; I leaned in and licked the slit of her I had exposed. Stuck my tongue in so she actually started a bit. Found her sensitive spot, I guess. I wetted it up so it glowed all around and in the slit, and stood up to see my handy work. Looked like a baby girl, except obscene. A grown woman with a girlie wee wee. Gave us all a good laugh again and I had to show Shelley so I took her to stand in front of the mirror so she could see for herself. Well with that much foreplay I couldn’t help my self and got my clothes off and laid her down on the bed and fucked her and this time she could not help herself and had an orgasm even before me. Laying there limp with her legs spread wide, another guy took my place when I got up. And another after that, only he got her on her hands and knees and fucked her from behind, making her tits swing like bells and slapping his legs against her wobbling ass. Wild stuff. She was out of breath. She lay flat and exhausted after he collapsed on her, fucking her and spitting his sperm up in her, and she didn’t move, fell asleep, I think, while we all got dressed again and got ready to take her out for her date. Hank and I and the guy who was Brian’s “friend” were the only ones game for the long night of it. The others said good nights and staggered off to drunken satiated slumber. They could come back and fuck her in the morning if they wanted, Hank told ‘em, or feed her some breakfast. By which he meant semen of course. I think she heard all this. I don’t think she was really asleep. When Hank was ready to go he just told her to get up and slapped her bare butt and she rolled over and sat up and looked up and finally she asked: “What are you going to do?” “The question, Shelley, is what are you going to do?” Hank leaned over and whispered the whole scheme in her ear. She looked sick at heart but said nothing at all. Hank was at the door, had opened it and jerked with his head for her to get up and go out the door. His car was right out in front of the door so it was not far for her walk naked outside. Still it made her nervous and she looked both ways to see if anyone was there before she stepped out and hurried over to the door of the car to get in. Of course the doors were all locked. And Hank did not do the gentlemanly thing to unlock her door first. Instead he made her stand there naked, a bit crouched to shield her nakedness by the car’s body, hands crossing in front, holding her tits. And of course, there were some other salesmen at the motel and it was her bad luck that they came driving up. Hank, always the gregarious anyway, was right in his element to wave to them. Their car caught Shelley in the headlights. But I don’t think it registered with them at first. They parked across the parking lot and Hank unlocked his door and opened it, leaned over the roof and called then some insulting name, as the volley in a banter that was an ongoing joke between them. They could hardly not see she was naked now. They approached from her side of the car, with no hurry, taking it all in. “Jesus, Hank, who’s the lady?” In a way it did not surprise them to see a naked woman there; they knew about our usual strippers and sometimes joined in. Hank said without a beat: “Brian’s wife. You know Brian. Come down to give us a show. What you think of her?” “No shit,” said one of the others, closest to her; he recognized her in fact. I was sure of it. Small town, this place Columbus, or at least this little suburb. All the worst of luck for her. “Hi, Shelley,” he said. Hank came around from his side of the car and shook hands. I admit he never missed a chance to humiliate her in any least way. He turned her away from the car door to face them, and put his arm around her, and slapped her hands down, made her stand straight, show her front to them, her mommy tits, shaved cunt and all. She turned her head away in shame. I expect they caught that and a little sickening anxiety may have occurred to them. Hank assuaged it. “She’s never done this before,” he said truthfully, “She a little embarrassed. But she likes it.” The fact that she did not deny it seemed to confirm him. He added commentary as they ogled her: “Looks good, don’t she, for a mom of two kids?” “Nice tits,” one added. “Yeah,” said Hank and he reached across her to feel it, toy with it. They stared at her shaven pussy lips too and Hank said they’d never done that to the “girls” before but it was kinda nice. They asked where we were going and Hank shrugged. They asked if maybe we’d come by for a drink later on. Hank agreed and added: “you mean you all wanna fuck her?” They laughed. “See you later,” he finally went back to get in the car. Shelley had not turned away from them until after Hank popped up the car door lock and pushed it open. Aftert she got in, Hank slid the electric window down and leaned over to say something to them. They gathered at her window and took a final study and bantered with Hank. One of them could not help himself and slipped his hand down between her legs and fingered her. He found her more than ready to fuck. Hank laughed at the expression on his face. The electric window started up again and all complained. “Later,” Hank taunted. They backed out, drove away, Hank laughing with the rest of us. Shelley did not laugh. She resumed her effort to cover herself, hunched over, arms across her chest. Hank let her be. He actually talked a little business, interrupted only by questions to her for directions to her neighborhood (the boy lived nearby there). Actually it was a short trip. The motel was in the same northeast suburb, working class suburb, vintage 50’s homes. Auto dealers along the main drag. Strip malls. Schools were new. Some truck farms still here and there. But the suburb was pretty dense. Each cozy home with its handyman detached garage. Little square of lawn in front of it, bushes, trees. Very “Leave-it-to-Beaver.” Except more blue-collar, really. One car garages but most folks had two cars now, sometimes even one for the kids, so the streets had a lot of parking on them and in the driveways. Streets were only just getting in more street lights, fear of the blacks from the city was the big political issue of the day, you might remember. But otherwise it was not easy to see addresses. We had his house address but passed it and drove around a bit before we figured it out. Finally it was Shelley who showed us. She had known it with we passed the first time. There were a couple cars in the driveway so we had to park on the street. Lights on in the living room even though it was past midnight now. Most everybody else in the neighborhood had gone to bed, a window at a house across the street glowed blue haze from a TV. Hank helped Shelley out of the car. She followed him and the other two of us came up behind her to the door. The kid had been watching for us. He turned on the porch light but then turned off again when he saw Shelley was naked. I could see over his shoulder a couple more he must have invited. Turned out it was a party. Must have been the whole fucking football team here. Pimples. Beer. Talk and bullshit. But not a one of them had believed him when he’d told them. Still they’d showed up and we weren’t late. From the look of them several of them must have known her and nudged a buddy, making comments. Hank told her to put her hands down and she did as she was told and they made a natural half-circle around her. Hank guided her to the living room as the crowd yielded and recollected. He took up a collection from them. He had set the price at $10. Some had paid the kid in advance, but others had not, waiting for the proof. We took up $110 bucks. Not bad. Hank had her turn around in front of them. Showing off all sides. He stood next to her and talked her up like auctioneer. He intended to trade her off by bids. I suppose some thought they’d get a fuck for $10. But that was just the price of admission. But he told them he’d give them a deal. “You can put the weenie in the bun, see if you like it but ain’t nobody gets his rocks off. If you want to finish, that’s another $5. For $10 she’ll suck you off.” He shoved Shelley’s shoulder and she moved forward, uncertain where he intended her. The boys backed up, parted for her, staring down at her boobs and belly as she was guided to the sofa and where Hank had her lean over, hands on the seat cushions, and spread apart her legs. Hank grabbed her buttocks and showed them her cunt. He said for Shelley to be nice and let ‘em see what it’s like to fuck her. The boys were unsure of themselves and Shelley looked like she would cry again and that would probably upset them. But one of the boys who didn’t know her and didn’t know most of the others, I figured, said the others were sissys and he had his five bucks for sure. He didn’t take off his clothes but just opened his jeans and slid them down enough to pull his cock out of the top of his underpants. She felt this one for sure, I thought. The kid was pretty well-hung. She had a funny look on her face as she felt him slide his cock in, a lot more of him than she was used to, my guess is. Longer anyway. Looked to me she could handle one fat as a horse. She had that queer curious look as he fucked her. The kid did not stop. Hank took him for his word. He wasn’t too long and when he ejaculated in her, she was flushed and ashamed, but he was triumphant. He pulled out with his cock still about as hard as it had been, and he’d really made a soupy mess of her cunt. Still it didn’t deter the others who now had lined up to stick it to her. I told Hank that I wish Brian could see this. The look on her face was priceless. I don’t think she’d ever had such a fucking and it was obvious she was giving into it. The boys chuckled over the sound of fucking her, like a boot in the mud, and they sat on the sofa and fiddled with her dangling tits as they bounced and flopped about as she was fucked. Some leaned under to pull on her nipples or suck and bite them and others commented on the look of the prick poking her pussy, puckering up as it entered, clinging as it withdrew. She finally let herself go to a shivering orgasm. I don’t think the boys noticed. But I was really impressed. She had held onto that orgasm for a couple of years, it seemed to me. But afterwards she was even more eager. Her eyes widened, wild, she glowed with warmth; she was breathless. And the boys were not going to let her down. They were all eager to fuck her and in rapid succession they stepped up and fucked her, ejaculated, and fucked her again. Well, I can remember. These kids could shoot off three or four times in a row and still had stiff one. Well anyway Hank and I just stood by doing the count and watching the boys. The worked out an understanding, taking turns, so that the ones who were going up next got to sit next to her and toy with her tits and talk to her and the ones who waited to take those places sat near to them and gawked and joked. Shelley’s legs trembled and she wanted them to stop. She really said she felt like she couldn’t breathe. And after one shot off inside her she knelt down and laid herself on the set of the sofa. The boys stood by looking at her. Hank asked the kid where his kept the booze. The kid took him in to show him. We made some drink and when we got back the boys were waiting, backed away just looking at her nakedness. Hank drank a little and asked her if she was okay. She nodded. He said to the boys that she’d never been fucked so good. They did look pleased. An athletic event. Hank told her to turn around so they could see her in front. He made her lay her legs open, and the cum in her cunt oozed out and Hank told the kid to get a wash cloth and clean her off. He took the task seriously and so did the rest of them; I was the only one to laugh. Hank was organizing a mass suck-off for her next. Explaining to each of them how to work themselves up by masturbating and then stick it in her mouth to shoot off. She eats, he told them. Likes it, he told them. Looking at her to see if she agreed, they got no expression one way or the other. She was numb to it now. Like I said these kids could go several times in a row. I wasn’t disappointed. They fed her cum so fast she hardly had enough time to swallow it. Anyway there were three of them beating off in front of her face, stroking up to pop a load into her mouth, when wouldn’t you know it, the god damn parents came home. Finding us there could have been embarrassing except that Hank kept his cool. He made no excuses, no apologies. When Dad and Mom showed up in the kitchen, the boys swooped up their clothes and made for the door. But there was a chaos of half-naked boys, stiff peckers waging as they ran out. Shelley was drunk. Sexually anyway. She didn’t seem to know what was going on. Hank pulled her to her feet and I noticed that some kid had actually taken her socks off and they lay on the floor. I picked them up. Hank said nothing and didn’t look back at Mom and Dad. He just guided her to the door and out. But I think they knew who she was. Still it was all to strange to explain. I wondered how the kid would do it. We got her to the car and in and down the street before any one could come after us. Not that I expected it. But it was strange. Hank shook his head and said it was too bad the kid’s parents came home. He wondered how many blow jobs she could swallow before she got full. Hank surprised even me now. I knew he liked taunting her but he said before they went back for a final good night fuck he’d take her home and show her to her husband. We drove by. It was near 2 AM. He was still up. The light was on in the living room. Hank made her get out and walk up to the front door naked. He stood behind her. She crossed her arms like she was cold. She hunched and shivered a little. I watched from the car. Brian came to the door. He turned on the porch light. Then seeing his naked wife there, he turned it off. Hank must have insisted he turn in on again. Hank spoke to him. He turned his naked wife about for him. He was making her bend over. Making her hold open her buttock for him to see she had been fucked in the asshole. I looked out at the neighborhood. All the lights in all the houses on the street were out. Everybody asleep I was guessing but who knows? She came running back to the car now. Her chubby tits flopping. She was crying. Hank had left Brian still standing in the doorway, looking out at his wife. Pathetic jerk. She got in the car, covering her face. Hank laughed at he got in and told me drive back. He told us on the way back all that had happened at the door. Hank told how he had made her tell the whole story about masturbating for the pizza delivery kid and then going to the house and letting a bunch of boys fuck her and her sucking off. How many? He asked her. She said she did not know. Then Hank threw out numbers and in the end she had to nod she sucked off dozen or more different cocks and gobbled up maybe two, three dozen loads of cum. And then Hank winked at Brian and said "And she's still hungry! Ain't you, honey?" And that's when she ran back to the car crying. "It’s true," Hank said, looking over the back seat at her.

Smile for the Camera! by SuperEvil [email protected] Copyright 2022 by SuperEvil, all rights reserved Chapter 1 Fourteen-year-old Nancy catches her brother, fifteen-year-old John, jerking off. With the help of her friend, Kerry, the girls concoct a plan to catch him in the act again and record him, in order to blackmail him for their amusement. But things don’t end up going exactly as the girls plan. Smile for the Camera! Nancy was not prepared for what she saw when she stepped into her older brother’s room. Her brother, John, was seated at his desk, in front of his computer, watching an adult video. A very adult video! Even more, he had his pants and underwear down around his ankles, and was furiously rubbing his hard cock up and down as he watched! She ascertained from how fast he was going, that he would soon be cumming. He was so engrossed in the action on the screen, that he hadn’t even noticed her entering. This was not the first time she had seen her brother naked, far from it in fact, but the last time she had seen him was about a year ago. It had just been a small glimpse as she had rushed into the bathroom to pee, as he was just coming out of the shower. Neither sibling purposely went around nude, but both had seen each other nude incidentally at many different occasions over their lives, so neither were really all that embarrassed to be nude with the other. This situation was completely new to the fourteen-year-old girl, however. In all the times she had seen her brother’s privates, he had never been hard in front of her. In fact, this was the first time Nancy had ever seen an erection in real life! Before she could even come to her senses, her brother made a great moaning noise, and white jets of liquid started shooting from the end of his hard penis. She just watched, practically raptured, as her brother’s hand slowed to a stop, and he slumped back into his chair with exhaustion, eyes closed. She watched, just for a few moments longer, until she finally came to her senses. She quickly backed out of his room, and shut his door, knowing how embarrassed he would be if he discovered she had been watching. She quickly went back to her room, and then realized she had wanted to ask him something, but whatever it was she couldn’t remember. It didn’t matter now at any point, as she didn’t think she could face him so soon after having seen that. The next time she saw him was a few hours later, at dinner time. She was worried that John would somehow know or figure out what she had witnessed, but he treated her in the same way he always did, lovingly teasing her the way only a big brother could. If he did have an inkling of her presence at his afternoon jerk-off session, he didn't let on. The difference really came from Nancy, as she was much quieter than usual during dinner. Something her parents picked up on eventually. She just excused it by explaining she was tired from having to study so hard for a test at school. As she got ready for bed that night, she debated with herself if she should come clean with her brother. She did feel guilty for seeing such a private act of his without his knowledge. But she also knew just how embarrassed she would be if he was the one telling her that he had caught her doing that to herself. She didn't want to put her brother through that kind of embarrassment. She decided the best thing to do was to keep quiet and hopefully she would forget about everything she had seen in a few days. But that night, as she lay in her bed, she couldn’t sleep. Flashes of watching her brother’s spunk spray from the end of his prick kept entering her mind every time she would close her eyes. Worse, her panties were starting to get soaked, and the tingling feeling she was having down below was becoming unbearable. Despite her conscience telling her it was wrong to think of her brother in such a way, she couldn’t resist touching herself in the worst possible way. Her orgasm was intense and forceful, and she kept shaking in full blown pleasure for a full minute, but once she had finally felt that release, she was able to get a peaceful night's sleep. In the morning she avoided her brother once again. After getting off to thoughts of what he did, she felt it was just too shameful to be around him at the moment. She ended up heading for school early, walking there to try and clear her head. When she arrived at the school, she was surprised to find that the doors were still locked. She knew other students sometimes came early, so couldn’t understand why. It was just lucky that her friend Kerry came walking by inside the doors, and was able to let her into the building. “What are you doing here so early, Nancy?” Kerry asked, with a little chuckle. Nancy pursed her lips as she answered, “I just needed to get out of the house for a bit. Why are the doors locked?” “They don’t unlock the doors until 30 minutes before school starts. If you want to get in early you need to use the door on the West side to get in.” She explained. “What did you need to get out of the house for?” “Oh, nothing really. It’s… Nothing.” She started walking away, headed for her locker. “It isn’t nothing. I can see it all over your face.” The girl started to follow, trying to keep up with her friend. “Something happened. Did you get in trouble with your mom?” “No, it’s nothing.” She repeated. “Did you get into a fight with Johnny again?” At the mention of her brother’s nickname, Nancy paused for a split second, then continued moving. “So, it has something to do with John. What happened? Did he do something to you? Did you do something to him?” They had reached her locker now, so she was forced to turn back around and face her. “No, he didn’t do anything to me, and I didn’t do anything to him… It’s just…” She put her face into her hands, obviously distraught. “I don’t think I can talk about this.” “What? I’m your best friend. You can tell me anything. What happened?” “I… Well… No, I can’t tell you. It’s just too embarrassing, ok?” “No, it’s obviously not ok, Nancy.” She grabbed her wrist, then linked her other hand with Nancy's in support. “Obviously something upsetting happened, or you wouldn’t be acting so strange. Please, just tell me. I want to help you in whatever way I can.” She looked down at the floor, still feeling great shame about the whole situation. Maybe telling her friend would help her feel better. “Ok, but you have to promise you won’t tell anyone else about this.” “Sure. Of course.” “No, I mean it, Kerry. Not another soul.” “Yes. I get it. No one else will know.” Kerry crossed her heart. “Ok, yesterday…” Nancy looked up at the ceiling, contemplating the best way to explain. “I walked into my brother’s room, because I needed to get something.” “What was it?” “I don’t remember. It’s not important anyway. So, I walked in there, and he was, well, watching something on his computer… You know…” “No. Some TV show?” “No, I mean…” She lowered her voice to a whisper. “Like naked people, doing things.” “You mean porn?” Kerry let out a little giggle. Nancy had always been so reserved compared to her when it came to this particular topic. “Yes.” She couldn’t help blushing at hearing the word. “But that wasn’t all I saw.” “Oh my god! You mean!?” Kerry stifled a giggle, even as she made a jerking motion. “You caught him jerking off!?” Nancy nodded her head. “How did you know?” “He’s a boy. What else would he be doing while looking at porn?” She asked, letting her giggling get the better of her. “Wow, I wish I could have seen that!” “Kerry! That’s my brother you’re talking about!” “I know. He may be your brother, but he’s not mine. To me he’s a just boy, and a pretty good looking one at that.” Kerry laughed at the look her friend was giving her. This wasn’t the first time she had talked about her friend’s brother being hunky. “So, what did he say when you caught him? Did he try to make up some excuse about what he was doing?” “No! He didn’t know I was there.” “Woah! Now that is interesting.” Kerry got a little smirk on her lips. “Does that mean you watched him to completion?” “Huh?” Nancy asked, even as her face began turning red. “You know. Did you get to see him shoot his load? Blow his seed?” “I ummm…” Nancy was getting very uncomfortable now, as the events of the previous afternoon started to play in her head again. “Did you get to see your brother cum?” She asked matter of factly. “Yes! I did, ok?” Nancy admitted, feeling totally ashamed of herself. “Hey, it’s ok, Nancy.” She wrapped her arm around her shoulder, in an attempt to comfort her friend. “You’re honestly lucky. You have a brother that you can learn these things from. Me. I’m an only child. I have, like, no idea what boys are really like down there.” “Come on, Kerry. You’ve seen videos and stuff.” “Yeah, but it’s not the same as actually being there. I wanna actually see a boy’s penis. Watch him cum. And maybe even touch it and hold it!” “Kerry!” Nancy giggled in disbelief at her friend’s brazenness. “What?” Kerry giggled along with her friend. Once both girls had gotten over their giggling and composed themselves, Kerry asked another question of her friend. “What did it look like?” “What did what look like?” “Come on, you know what.” Nancy just stood there with a smirking frown on her face, not believing her friend would really ask her that question. Kerry pressed further, whispering, “What did Johnny’s penis look like?” “Oh god…” Nancy covered her face with her hands again, but felt compelled to answer her question. “It was about this big, I guess. This long.” She held her hands out, about half a foot apart. “And it was kinda veiny, but not too veiny. And the head was really, really dark red. Almost kinda purple.” She explained. “He had his hand wrapped around it, so it wasn’t the easiest to see.” “No, that’s good. I can picture it now.” Kerry got a faraway look in her eye, almost dream-like. "Kerry!" Nancy complained again. She was very uncomfortable talking about anything related to this subject, even with her own best friend. She hadn't even gotten to the part that was really bothering her, and had no idea on how to even broach the topic. How would her friend react to knowing she had gotten excited watching her brother play with himself, let alone how could she explain that she had one of the most intense orgasms of her life because of it? Nancy didn't get the chance to expand further as she spotted a few students coming in through the front doors. If the doors were now unlocked, it must be getting close to the time school started. There was no way she was going to talk about this with so many other students around. The girls were able to see each other again later in the day. They both had a study period they shared right before lunch, and many times the girls would just go get their food and bring it back to the classroom to eat in a quieter setting. Today was one of those days, as Nancy was still hoping to somehow get what she felt was a shameful act off of her chest. As both girls sat down to eat, the only two in the study room, Kerry was the one that actually brought the topic back up. “Nancy, don’t take this the wrong way, but all day I’ve been trying to imagine what your brother must have looked like while he jerked it.” “Oh my god, Kerry!” Nancy giggled at her friend’s comment. “I SO wish I could have been there to see it!” Kerry said, getting a dreamy look in her eyes again. “Wouldn’t it be cool if we could actually watch him do that any time we want?” “I don’t know, Kerry. That’s still my brother you’re talking about.” “Oh, come on! There must be some part of you that enjoyed it.” Kerry gave her a coy little smirk. “What!? NO!” Nancy reacted in outrage, as all the shame she had been feeling came rushing back. “I mean… I might… I might have a little.” She could feel her face burning as she admitted part of the truth. “See. You’re not so different from me.” Kerry laughed, then noticed how embarrassed her friend looked. “It’s ok. Sure, he might be your big brother, but he is also a boy, and a handsome one at that.” “Yeah, I guess.” “And my mom told me it’s not shameful to think about a boy that way.” Kerry said with a smile. “She said to just be tactful about it, whatever that means.” “That makes sense.” Nancy laughed along with her friend. Kerry pursed her lips before asking her next question. “Did it make you feel funny, seeing him like that? You know, down there?” “Well, ummmm…” “Cause ever since you’ve told me, I can’t stop thinking about it, and I’ve felt funny down there all day! I keep imagining being the one who went into his room while he was doing that and catching him.” She whispered out the next part. “My panties are getting soaked right now just thinking about it!” “Kerry!” Nancy reacted in shock again, and her eyes went wide. Then she knew this was the opening to admit the truth to her friend that she had been looking for. “I felt the same way last night, except I…” “What?” “Well, I touched myself thinking about it…” Nancy turned her eyes down, in total shame. “Oh my god!” Kerry reacted, just as badly as Nancy had expected, but when Nancy looked back up, Kerry had a big smile on her face. “I wasn’t sure how you were really feeling about this, but you’re as excited about this as I am, aren’t you?” “I suppose.” Nancy blushed profusely, even as she also started to smile. Now that Nancy had admitted the truth to her, Kerry felt like she could reveal her actual motives. “What if there was a way, we could get him to do that for us any time we wanted? Or even make him let us touch him and hold him?” “What do you mean?” Nancy asked, quite curious now. “I think you should try to sneak into your brother’s room again next time he’s jerking off, only this time you should bring your phone with you and record him doing it.” “Oh my god!” Nancy’s eyes went wide at the thought. “How would that get us what we want?” “Once we have a video of him, we can make him do whatever we want because he won’t want anyone else seeing the video.” Kerry explained. “But isn’t that kind of cruel to him? Wouldn’t he be embarrassed to be naked in front of us and stuff?” “I don’t know. Probably at first, but maybe he might enjoy it with enough time. You never know?” Kerry answered, trying to encourage her friend as she could see she was conflicted. "What if he tells on us?" Nancy brought up next. She couldn't face being in trouble with her parents for something so shameful. "He might just go straight to my mom or dad and tell them what we are trying to do." "Is your brother supposed to be looking at porn?" Kerry asked with a smug look on her face. "No, probably not." "Well, he's definitely not going to want to tell your mom and dad that he was. If you catch him while he's watching that stuff, then he's not going to say anything to your parents." Nancy was almost convinced; she just needed a little more assurance from her friend. "What if we do this and he still refuses to go along with it? It wouldn't feel right to actually show the video to anyone." "Of course. You're right." Kerry rested her hand on top of her friend's. "I wouldn't want to hurt Johnny that way either. But hopefully he's not smart enough to realize that until it's too late. And even if he doesn't go along with what we say, at least we'll have the cool video to watch any time we want." She gave her a large pleasing grin. "Ok. How exactly should we do this?" Nancy asked excitedly, finally on board with her friend's plan. After school, Nancy headed back home on her own. Kerry had wanted to come along with her, but the girls thought John might be less likely to try jerking off if he knew Nancy had her friend over. John was already shut up in his room when she arrived home. He went to the high school while Nancy still had one year left of middle school, so got out a half hour earlier. Nancy quickly, but quietly, deposited her things in her room. She didn't even want him to know she was home yet if she could help it. As she was walking home, she remembered a little trick she used to use when she was younger. She grabbed a hand mirror and headed for his door. She knelt down, and stuck the mirror under the edge of his door. It took her brain a moment to process what she was seeing, since everything looked upside down, but she could make out her brother sitting in front of his computer, and she was sure she could see his pants around his ankles. The excitement of what she was about to do was starting to overtake her, as she quickly went back to her room to exchange the hand mirror for her phone. In a moment she was back in front of her brother's door, and tried to slowly turn the handle, only to find that it was locked! Momentarily, she almost thought the plan had been foiled, but then got another idea. She pulled one of the bobby pins from her hair, and pushed one end into the hole in the knob. After a little fiddling, there was a click from the handle, and she was in! Nancy slowly opened the door, and as silent as she could be, crept her way into his room. Somehow, he hadn't heard the click of the lock. Pulling her phone out, she quickly opened the camera app and hit record. Clearly displayed on the screen was her brother, his cock in his hand, and the porn video clear as day on the computer screen. It was exactly as she had seen yesterday. This time, however, she would have a record of it for perpetuity. She inched a bit closer, wanting to get the clearest shot possible of his privates, knowing Kerry's plan hinged on that the most. Since she had come into the house, her own private parts had been buzzing with excitement. When she finally got the lock open, she had felt a rush of fluid leak out of her. Now as she stood and recorded him, she could feel that her panties were once again becoming soaked. Her body was in need, and she couldn't stop herself from reaching underneath the waistband of her skirt and panties to relieve some of the tension she was feeling. When her middle finger made contact with her little clit, she shut her eyes and let out a quiet moan. "NANCY! WHAT THE FUCK!" Her eyes snapped back open at the sound of her brother's yelling. He was already out of his chair and had his pants back around his waist. He stood there for a moment, concerned and confused about what to do, but then noticed the phone in her hand. "What the hell! Were you recording me!?" He marched right up to her and snatched the phone from her hands. "John...! I… Uh…" Nancy was totally panicking, and at a loss for words. The plan never involved her being caught. "Just what in the hell were you doing?" He asked again, and hit play on the video. He watched it in its entirety, seeing everything from her point of view since she had started recording. He became more and more furious with his sister as he watched. "Nancy, I can't believe you!" He shouted at her. "What were you planning on doing with this!?" "I was… I was gonna show Kerry." Nancy answered, feeling really small. "She was really curious…" "So that makes it ok to sneak in here and record me like this!?" "No… I'm sorry…" She hung her head in shame. "Were you going to show it to anyone else!?" "No, we just both really wanted to watch you do that. So, we were going to use the video to get you to do it again for us." "You mean you were going to blackmail me!?" He shouted in rage, tossing her phone onto his desk. Then marched up to her and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her towards his bed. "Ow! John! That hurts! What are you doing!?" He pulled her over his lap as he sat down, and then yanked her skirt up to her waist. "I'm going to punish you the way mom used to when we were little!" "No! Johnny! Please!? You can't!" She begged, but could feel him removing her panties too. There was a moment, and then she felt a sharp smack on her bare bottom. "No please!" She wailed, as tears started forming in her eyes. The spanking didn't stop though, and she could do nothing but beg and cry while he continued raining down blow after blow to her reddening behind. After more than two dozen smacks, he finally stopped. He stood her up, and took a few moments to check out his handy work. Nancy wanted to pull her skirt back down to protect her modesty, but felt like her back side was in too much pain to have anything touching it right now. John calmly got up and went to his computer, and plugged in her phone. He made sure the video she had taken was completely erased from her phone, but made a copy for himself beforehand, which he secretly stored on his computer. Turning back to face her, he saw for the first time that her little slit was still exposed, as she stood there sniffling from the harsh spanking he had just given her. He was still pretty angry with her, so wanted to punish her a bit more, but didn't think she could take any more spanking. Then he had an idea, and grabbed his own phone, and started making a recording of her. "Hey Nancy, smile for the camera!" He said, mockingly. "Johnny, what are you doing!?" She quickly covered her little slit with her hands. "I'm going to do to you, exactly what you were going to do to me! After what you just tried to pull, you deserve way more punishment." He said. "I'm not going to let you record me like this!" She shouted back, in shock. "You don't want me to get mom and dad involved, do you? Think of how disappointed they're gonna be knowing what their little angel was trying to do to her poor big brother." He said smugly. She dropped her hands from covering her little exposed pussy, turning beat red in embarrassment, and turned her head to look away from him in total shame, as she couldn't watch him looking at her most private of parts. "And take off the rest of your clothes too." He said, making her look back at him in total shock. She really didn't want to, but felt compelled with the threat of him telling their parents still over her head. She was still wearing her school uniform, at least partially, as she had been too excited to change before going through with the plan. Now the rest of her uniform had to come off. She started with her sweater vest, dark navy blue, the color of her school. Once that was off, she began the task of undoing the buttons of her dress shirt. She found herself watching her brother as she did this, still cognizant of the fact that he was recording her. She had stopped crying a bit ago, and was surprised at what she was feeling as she removed her clothes for her brother. She felt absolutely embarrassed for sure, but there was also a sense of excitement about getting naked for him like this. This was very different from the other times he had incidentally seen her naked. Her shirt was now off, along with her skirt, which had still been bunched around her waist since the spanking. He had already removed her panties, so all that was left was her bra. Her white frilly bra, that actually matched with the panties she had worn that day, unclasped from the front. So, it was very easy for her to remove, and once it was gone, the only thing she was left wearing was her white knee-high socks. She was about to ask if she should remove those too, but he seemed satisfied. He took a couple steps forward and panned the camera up and down her now bare body a few times, really driving home that he was recording her. "You have a really cute body, Nancy. I wonder which of the guys I should show this to." Nancy quickly flung her arms to cover up her privates, looking at him in outrage. "You can't show this to anybody!" "Why not? You were going to show the video of me to Kerry." He said, a smug smile on his lips. "That's different!" Nancy tried to complain. "How so?" He asked. Nancy didn't know how to answer that, realizing what she had planned to put her brother through. "I thought so." He responded coolly. "Tell you what, you promise to do two things for me, and I will promise to never show this video to anyone." "What do I need to do?" She asked, knowing she would do practically anything to keep this all a secret. "Well first, since you and Kerry concocted this whole plan together, I think she should have to face some kind of punishment for it. Don't you?" "Yeah, I guess. I guess that's fair. What are you going to do with her?" Nancy asked. A part of her did feel like her friend deserved some punishment for even coming up with the plan. "I'll tell you in a bit. But I want you to do the other thing for me first." "What's that?" Nancy asked, getting a little nervous about the expression on her brother's face. "I want you to play with yourself in front of me. I've only ever seen videos, and I'm kinda curious how you do it in particular." He said with a laugh. "What!? I can't do that in front of you! Johnny, that's too much!" "You just snuck into my room to watch me do it. Now it's your turn to do it for me." "I've never done it before. I wouldn't know what to do." She tried to lie to get out of it. "I know that's not true." He said with another smug smile. "I've heard you doing that plenty of times. Why just last night I heard you moaning and groaning for at least a half hour." Nancy's face turned bright red to hear that, especially knowing he had heard her last night, with what she had been thinking about. She shut her eyes, to try and build up a little bit of courage, and when she finally felt brave enough, brought her left hand over to start exploring her own slit. After finding her clit, and letting out a few quiet moans, she brought her right hand up to her little boobs, so her fingers could pinch and squeeze them, particularly her sensitive nipples. The entire time she had been standing there, nude in front of him, they had been rock hard, and pointed almost upwards at the ceiling. As she got more going, she got more into it. Now that her body was feeling the pleasure that she longed for, she didn't want to stop. Slowly, the embarrassment of what she was doing, especially in front of her own brother, faded, and was replaced with overwhelming lust. The whole time her brother just stared at her with a large grin, capturing every moment with his camera. Eventually the pleasure caught up with her, and she had what was probably the most overpowering orgasm of her young life. She shook and shuddered her entire body as she came, and eventually collapsed on his bed. She still kept rubbing her little clitty throughout, until the pleasure became too much for her to handle and she finally stopped. She just laid her head back, gasping and panting for air. "Wow, that was totally awesome!" Her brother said after she had calmed down. "And I've got the whole thing recorded to watch whenever I want!" He added with a large grin. She blushed, being reminded of the recording he was still making. "Come on, John. You can't keep that forever." He thought about it for a minute, pursing his lips. "You're right. That wouldn't be fair. I'll just keep it until Kerry gets her punishment at least." Nancy was at least relieved to hear he wasn't going to hold the video over her head, like she had been planning on doing to him "Can I get dressed now?" "Sure. Get dressed, and I'll explain what I want you to do with Kerry." He said, finally stopping his recording. As she got dressed, he explained his plans for Kerry, and everything he expected Nancy to do. Kerry was absolutely excited when she received the call from her friend telling her to come over. Nancy explained that their plan had gone off without a hitch, and she had even informed her brother about the video they now held over him. Kerry was a little disappointed she hadn't been there when she had informed him, but she was too giddy with the prospect of seeing him naked and watching him jerk off to care much. She made it over to her friend's house in record time. Nancy greeted her at the door, putting on a large grin, knowing what was expected of her. "Johnny said that he would do it, but he asked if we would do something in return for him." "If he thinks I'm doing that in front of him, he's got another thing coming!" Kerry said forcefully. "No, nothing quite like that." Nancy laughed. "He asked for us to change into our bikinis." "Oh." Kerry giggled. "I suppose that's alright, but I don't have mine." "Well, come on. You can borrow one of mine." Nancy said, leading her to her bedroom. Both girls went inside, and Nancy shut the door, making it look like she was locking it. Then she turned back to Kerry, who had a little frown on her face. "Isn't there somewhere more private I can go and change?" She asked. "Oh, come on, Kerry. We're both girls." Nancy had to giggle at her friend being so shy about her body. In all the times they had been friends, she had never changed in front of her. Nancy might be reserved when it came to the topic of sex, but Kerry was very much reserved in her own way. Begrudgingly, Kerry began removing her clothes. She had changed from her school uniform when she had gotten home, and was now dressed casually in a t-shirt and jeans. "Aren't you going to get undressed too?" She asked, since her friend was just standing there, watching her. "I will. Just let me grab the bikinis first." Nancy went over to her closet, pretending to look for the bikinis, and waited for her friend to get fully undressed. She peeked over her shoulder, seeing that Kerry had removed everything, and was now fully naked. She sent a text to her brother, just as he had explained. "What's taking so long?" Kerry asked, impatiently, very uncomfortable to just be standing there naked. "I'm looking." Nancy said, putting on an act of rummaging through her clothes. At the other end of the room, John was slowly creeping his way in. He had his phone in hand and was already recording. He grinned, seeing the fully nude fourteen-year old's bare backside on display right in front of him as he entered. He cleared his throat, making Kerry spin around in shock, and said, "Hey Kerry, smile for the camera!" She didn't know what to do at first, looking to the bed for her clothes, but they were gone! Nancy had grabbed them when she wasn't looking. She clamped her hands over her privates, and rushed past John, right out the bedroom door. He just followed her out to the hall, keeping his camera trained on her best he could. Now out in the hall, there was only one place to go, and that was down the stairs. John said something to his sister, and then headed down the stairs himself, eagerly following the naked girl. She had ended up in the living room once downstairs, but saw that Johnny was still after her. In a panic, she started running around, trying to flee from the boy and his camera, but he just continued chasing her, laughing at her reaction the entire time. She spent a good few minutes running around the first level of the house, trying to find anywhere she could hide, but in the process flashed him and his camera many times with her private parts. She was going to go back upstairs, as she thought she could hide in the bathroom, but was stopped by the sight of her friend coming down. Nancy was coming down the stairs, blushing quite profusely, as she had now stripped naked just like her friend. She was using both her arms to try to cover herself, but it still didn't dull the feeling of embarrassment she was experiencing. "Kerry, I think that's enough running." John brought the girl's attention back to him. "Nancy, why don't you explain what's really going on. Oh, and stop covering up while you do." He said with a large smirk. Nancy turned beet red, but did as she was told and uncovered herself, much to Kerry's astonishment. She went on to explain how she had been caught while trying to pull off their plan. She explained about her punishments, which brought a whole new layer of embarrassment to her, and how Johnny had thought Kerry deserved to be punished for her involvement too. "So now that you understand everything," John took over. "I want you to stop covering up too, Kerry." Kerry took a look at her friend, with fear in her eyes, but complied, and dropped her hands for him to see. "Very good. Now that I have these videos of you girls, you will both get naked for me whenever I want." "But Johnny, you said you wouldn't…" Nancy complained. "That was before I decided that Kerry is going to need to be punished for a long, very long time for what she tried to do to me." He said, ogling his sister's friend in pure lust. "And she's going to need your support. That's why I asked you to strip naked before I went after Kerry. It's going to be hard for her to go naked all on her own. Isn't that right, Kerry?" Kerry felt totally exposed and small, knowing that this boy she felt so fondly about, was seeing her private parts without obstruction. She also felt humiliated with herself, knowing what she had almost done to him. "Yes, I'll do whatever you want, just as long as you keep that video secret forever." "Good. You girls wait here in the living room. I'll call you up when I'm ready for you." He said going past them up the stairs. Both naked girls went and sat over on the couch, wondering what Nancy's brother was planning for them. "I'm sorry, Nancy." Kerry spoke after a minute. "I should have never told you that plan. This is all my fault." "No, it's not. It's my fault too. If I was smart, I would have never listened to you." Nancy let out a giggle, even under their predicament. "What do you think he's going to make us do?" Kerry asked nervously. "He made me play with myself earlier." Nancy had left that part out of her explanation earlier, and it made Kerry let out a gasp. "I know." "Girls, I'm ready for you!" John called from upstairs. Solemnly, both girls made their way upstairs and to the entrance of his bedroom. They were both in for quite the shock as they stepped in the room. John was on top of his bed, fully naked, and was slowly stroking his hard cock as they entered. "Don't get any ideas girls. I've hidden both your phones." He said matter of factly, amused by the expression both girls got on their faces. They both came closer, and stood on either side of the bed. The girls became mesmerized as they watched him stroke his hard cock. "Wow, it looks so big." Kerry commented out loud. "Why thank you Kerry." He said, blushing a bit from her compliment. "You have some pretty nice-looking boobs, you know. They're pretty big too." He commented, loving the way she blushed at him. "But why?" Nancy asked. "Why are you doing this in front of us now, when you got so mad before?" "Well, because little sister, you two were planning on taking advantage of me. This way, we are all getting something we want. I get two pretty naked girls to look at while I wank, and you two get to watch me." "I guess that's fair." Kerry said, with almost a giggle. "And you know, if you girls ever feel like it, you can always join me. I know that's part of the reason you girls were so interested in seeing this." "You told him!?" Kerry looked at her friend with wide eyes. "What, no!" Nancy said, appalled at being accused of sharing her friend's secret. Then she got a little smirk. "But I think you just did." Kerry looked back at the boy with worry all over her face, but he calmed her down a little, giving her a wide blushing grin. "Don't worry, Kerry. So, you have a little crush on me? That's ok. I think you're pretty cute too." "Oh…" Was all Kerry could say, but she felt a lot better now that her crush on John was out in the open. "Come on, girls. Why don't you both sit on the bed and join me. From all the videos I've watched, it always looks like it's way more fun when more than one person is involved." Both girls looked at one another, then shrugged their shoulders and got up onto the bed, facing him. The three watched each other intently, both girls paying particular attention to the way the boy stroked his cock, and John shifted his focus between one girl and then the other. He tried to hold his attention mostly on Kerry, but had to admit his sister was pretty good looking too. One by one, they each came. First was John. He had been touching himself the longest of the three, and with two pretty girls now playing with themselves in front of him, he wasn't able to last too long. The next to cum was Kerry, and in spectacular fashion. She didn't even try to keep her moaning and screaming under control, as she knew they were home alone and no one else would hear. She just gave the two siblings, particularly Johnny, a satisfied smile when she finished. Nancy was last to cum, but her orgasms were turning out to be the most violent. She almost fell backwards off the bed, but Kerry was able to catch her just in time. Once they had all had their afternoon release, John got dressed and said the girls had permission to get dressed too. The girls were amused at the way he had put it, but wondered if that meant he would actually continue ordering them to get naked for him in the future.

Sally and Megan’s Valentine’s Day by Ewong After Sally’s exposure at the Christmas Pageant, Megan had confessed her love, and the two had been inseparable since. However, the unplanned nudity had some folks in an uproar. Notably, the theater director, conservative audience members, and some outraged people who missed the show.  After the curtain call, Mrs. Hartwell ran up to Sally and covered her in a blanket just as the naked girl began to convulse due to her orgasm. Megan thanked her teacher, who was disgusted by the display, and promptly left the girls alone on stage. There were cheers and jeers as Megan helped Sally stand up, keeping the blanket over her the whole time. She escorted her out of the theater and drove her home.  A few days later, Mrs. Hartwell called them into her office to figure out what happened. The two girls explained the situation as best they could, but it wasn’t exactly what the woman wanted to hear. She had to tell the department head something so they could control the negative effects of Sally’s exposure. In the end, they explained it was a mechanical failure, and Sally acted of her own accord, and as such, she would no longer be able to participate in any theater productions at the school. Needless to say, Megan and Sally were no longer welcome at the theater department, which left Megan frustrated. However, Sally was there to help her new girlfriend to keep her spirits up. Megan’s only emotional outlet was performing in the theater, so without it, she needed to find a replacement. In the mean time, they had other plans to discuss. “It’s almost Valentine’s Day, and since we’re a new couple, I was hoping we could do something special.” Megan explained. “I don’t know, after your last idea had me naked and touching myself in front of an auditorium full of people.” Sally replied. “Don’t worry, it’ll be simple, romantic, and above all, private. I have everything planned.” “Aww, thanks. I wish I had thought of something special to do for you. I guess I’m not such a good girlfriend, am I?” “Don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re new to this whole thing, and it took guts to admit how attention affects you like that. So, with that in mind, I’ll be lavishing attention on you, which I hope means that we’ll both have a very special night.” Megan grinned. “Oooh, this I’ve got to see.” Sally playfully commented. “Just wait for the sign, and everything will be fantastic.” Megan said before opening the front door. “Wait, you’re not going to be with me?” Sally asked, slightly petulant. “Hey, making a perfectly romantic night isn’t easy. I have a few last minute things to set up, but don’t worry. We’ll be united soon enough.” Megan explained before stepping out and shutting the door. Sally wondered what grand surprise her new girlfriend had in store for her. Clad in only a nightshirt, she walked around their apartment, thinking of what could be in store for her. *DING DONG* The doorbell! Sally rushed to the door and opened it, hoping it was Megan’s “sign”. However, she opened the door to find something she wasn’t expecting. Well, make that TWO SOMEONES! “Hey there, Sally. All alone on Valentine’s Day? Looks like Megan doesn’t know how to treat a lady.” Shelly joked. Shelly and Judy, Megan’s former friends who had helped strip and embarrass Sally at the Fair. Sally wasn’t sure what the two of them were doing here, but she knew it wasn’t going to be good. “If you must know, she has something planned for me. Something big. So, if you don’t have anything else to say, please leave.” Sally stood her ground. “Oh, um, that’s why we’re here, silly!” Shelly blurted. “You are?” Sally asked, incredulous. “Sure. She wanted to surprise you with some old, but familiar faces. Right, Judy?” Shelly explained. “Oh, yeah. She wanted us to spend the day with you, get you ready for your big night, and stuff.” Judy added. Sally wasn’t sure if she should trust these girls. They had taken her dream job and turned it into the single worst experience of her life. Of course, it helped her find her sexuality and even become closer to Megan. She looked at the two girls in front of her, and realized their visit shouldn’t be just a mere coincidence.  “Alright. I’ll go with you.” Sally said. “Great!” Shelly cheered as she grabbed both of Sally’s wrists. “Wait, what are you doing?! I can’t go outside like this!” Sally whined. It’s true, being February, it was the middle of winter, and the ground was covered in a thin layer of snow. Shelly and Judy were wearing thick coats and insulated pants. Sally was only in a thin nightshirt that came down to her thighs. “Don’t worry, we’ll be buying you a new outfit anyways. Now stop whining or we’ll be off schedule!” Shelly ordered. Sally figured she had no choice, and she wasn’t sure if Megan would exploit her unique reaction to attention. Right now, with Shelly and Judy escorting her to their car, her nipples were already rock hard, and not from the brisk temperatures. They put her in the backseat and drove to their first destination. “Why are we at the hair salon?” Sally asked. “What? We have to make sure your hair and makeup are perfect for when Megan sees you later.” Shelly explained. The girls pulled Sally out of the car, holding her wrists so she couldn’t pul the hem of her shirt lower. So as she walked, Sally was keenly aware of the cold air tickling at her nether regions. Soon, they were inside, where it was much warmer. “Kacey, we require your services, stat!” Shelly announced, clapping her hands at the end of her sentence. A woman of slight build, tan complexion, and dark hair appeared from behind an alcove. She wore a blue floral print blouse, which was unbuttoned, showing the plain white tank top with spaghetti straps she wore underneath. Her outfit was completed by a billowy dark blue skirt that barely skimmed across the floor as the woman walked. “Hi, I’m Kacey. Who is the one in need of my services?” the woman asked. “Sally here needs to look extra special for her special night tonight.” Shelly explained. “Of course. Valentine’s Day is very special for couples. I’ll make sure she’ll dazzle her date.” Kacey explained. Sally was led to a chair in the corner, in view of the entire salon, but there currently wasn’t anyone else in there beside Sally and the two girls. As Sally sat down, she felt her shirt ride up so only her bare bottom contacted the vinyl seat, causing a bit of a chill. Kacey noticed what happened and why, and spun the chair around so it was facing the rest of the salon. “So, you came here prepared! Joanna, Kiki, please work on her special hair while I do her fabulous locks.” Kacey ordered. Two women in their late twenties appeared from the same alcove that Kacey had just moments ago. One was a petite blonde who had a pretty face and big eyes. The other was a red head with smallish breasts that had attractive freckles that coated her cheeks all the way down her neck where they disappeared under her shirt. “Joanna, this is Sally. She wants to look good for her date tonight. Please help her in any way you can.” Kacey said to the Redhead. Joanna had Kiki assist her with gathering the materials they’d need. Sally was proud of the tuft of hair she’d grown. It was a symbol of her celibacy since she and Megan became an item. They were both waiting for a special date night to really let loose on each other. Now it seemed like they were going to remove it entirely, having gathered cream, a bowl of water, and a razor. Kacey began to braid Sally’s hair. It felt very tight, and it kept Sally from seeing what was being done to her crotch. She had a difficult time trying to keep still, with Kacey tugging at her head. She didn’t want to put her nether regions in jeopardy while a sharp razor was being applied to them. Soon enough, Kacey finished her braid, which she then made into a bun that sat high on Sally’s head. Sally looked in the mirror and was surprised to see how elegant and sophisticated she looked. Now with that hair done, she was going to look down, but Kacey brought her attention to something else. “I should probably apply some makeup to that sweet face of yours. You look a bit too innocent without it, so I’ll make you look more mature.” Kacey explained. Sally’s face was soon bombarded with different compounds and powders. She had to remain still for the eyeliner and lipstick, but she was soon finished. Sally turned to the mirror once again to see a version of herself she’d never seen before. She looked ready for an extravagant evening out on the town. Then she remembered that the purpose of coming here was to get her ready for Megan, and she began to wonder what kind of night her hair and makeup could be hinting at. Perhaps an opera or a ballet? Sally’s mind swirled with the possibilities, and hoped Megan was preparing something romantic that would sweep her off her feet. Sally finally had the presence of mind to look down after she saw Kiki and Joanna get up and leave. What she saw surprised her, but also made her very happy! They hadn’t gotten rid of her hair, they had only shaped it, so now her tuft of hair was in the shape of an attractive heart right above her slit. It almost looked like a stylized arrow pointing directly to her special place. She knew Megan would love it, so she did too. Sally thanked Kacey, Kiki, and Joanna for their service, but then came the bombshell. “Wait, we need to be compensated for our services. Who’s footing the bill?” Kacey asked the trio. Sally looked to Shelly and Judy, who shrugged at her. “Well, I clearly have no way to hold any money. I thought you two would be able to pay.” Sally commented, gesturing to her lack of pants. “Hey, don’t look at us. We weren’t expecting to pay for your night out.” Shelly replied. Kiki whispered something in Kacey’s ear that made the woman smile, which made Sally a bit nervous. “Kiki had an interesting idea. I won’t make you work for your bil, but it will be somewhat similar. Sally, please stand up and keep your shirt held to your bellybutton.” Kacey ordered. Sally didn’t like where this was going, but she complied. Kiki and Joanna knelt at Sally’s ankles and made sure her feet were a foot and a half apart, and held them there. Kacey produced a camera, and Sally began to fidget. “Don’t worry, kid. I’m not going to be photographing your face.” Kacey said as she crouched down. Sally saw where she was aiming, and thoughts of Ms. Clarke and the Fair came back. She didn’t want anyone to have dirty pictures of her, so she tried to get away. Shelly and Judy had to step in and hold her upper body still so Kacey could get a picture. After the first click, Sally let loose with a powerful orgasm! The thought of being exposed to new people, the attention to her slit, and the fact it had been a very long time since she’d had one, had made her explode without anyone even touching her. Kacey looked at Sally’s crotch and snapped another photo quickly. Sally was led back to the chair where she sat down and caught her breath. Kacey was able to upload the pictures to her computer in her office in the back and tinkered around for a few minutes before printing it out to show Sally and the others. Kacey held the 8.5”x11” photo for everyone to see. It was a clear image of Sally’s crotch, showcasing the heart-shaped pubic hair she now sported. Kacey had chosen to use the image after Sally’s orgasm, which showed a dribble of fluid leaking from her slit. The image was accompanied by the tagline: “Ask about our Valentine’s Special that will make that special someone drool!” Sally was shocked by how explicit it looked, but Shelly and Judy were grinning like crazy. Kacey taped the photo above the mirror in front of Sally, so only those who were near the back of the salon could see it. Sally guessed that this was where the more “adult” hairstyles were done. As Sally got up, Shelly noticed she’d left a streak of liquid on the seat. Since Sally was in a daze from her orgasm and now from seeing that picture, Shelly had no trouble pulling off her nightshirt and wiping both the seat and Sally’s slit clean before handing the shirt to Kacey. Sally followed Shelly and Judy to the car and wasn’t aware of her complete nudity until they were far away from the salon, and her only item of clothing. Part 2 “Why am I naked?!” Sally screeched. “Wow, it took you long enough!” Shelly joked. “You’ve been naked since we left the salon.” Judy explained. “Oh God, where are we going now?” “Where else? We have to get you dressed up for the occasion.” Shelly replied. Shelly pointed out the windshield to the local mall. Sally couldn’t believe they would take her to such a public place. “I can’t go in there! I’m naked!” “Don’t worry. Everything’s been planned, right? This is all for Megan.” Shelly explained, grinning from ear to ear. They pulled up near the back door of an undisclosed store. They were in the alleyway used to deliver merchandise. During normal business hours, it was completely deserted. Shelly and Judy helped Sally out of the car, and held her wrists away from he body, making sure she showed every inch she could. Sally figured there was no harm as long as no one came along to see her. However, before they reached the door, it opened wide, revealing a woman in her forties, wearing a winter coat and pants. “I didn’t believe it when you told me there’d be a naked girl outside the store, but I looked at my monitor, and boom! There you are.” The woman commented. “Monitor?” Sally asked no one in particular. The woman ushered them inside and motioned to her desk, which was next to the door. A computer and monitor sat atop it, and on the monitor, Sally was shocked to see a clear view of the door she’d just been standing outside of! “We have security cameras placed outside for security reasons. We can know if whoever outside is good or up to no good and can call security before they even think we know they’re there.” The woman explained. “Thanks for the lesson, but we’re in kind of a hurry.” Shelly said. “Right, I bet this girl needs to buy some clothes, am I right?” the woman joked. “Actually, she does. We were going to this store to pick out something special for a date tonight.” Shelly explained. “Oh, of course, how did I not see it before? Your hair and makeup are amazing, and such a nice haircut down below. A little dirty secret you won’t reveal too early, I hope?” The woman rambled. The girls thanked the woman for being so nice before heading down the corridor to the store that they were interested in. They entered through a side door and appeared behind the dressing rooms. “Perfect. Sally, go into one of the stalls. Judy and I will find the perfect dress for you to try on.” Shelly explained. Sally didn’t wait to be told twice. She rushed to the nearest stall and shut the curtain. She waited in the stall, patiently waiting for the girls’ return. However, after twenty minutes (there was a clock on the wall), Sally began to wonder if she’d been duped and was now stranded naked in the mall. She peeked her head out through the curtain to see if she could spot Shelly or Judy. Of course, she’d picked the one stall that didn’t have a view of the store. She looked at the other stalls to see if they were occupied. Seeing none, she was confident that she could sneak out toward the entryway to the store without being seen. IF someone were to come into the dressing room hallway, she could duck into a stall with little problem. Sally steeled herself as she covered her body with her hands. She then crept out of the stall and tiptoed over to the entryway for the store. She peeked her head out to see if she could spot the girls. It was a large store, and she couldn’t quite see all the customers. Some of their faces were obstructed by the shelves, others were standing behind racks, or were just too far away for her to be sure if it was one of the girls. However, a cart of clothes was sitting just a few feet from her. She could try rummaging through them for something to wear, but she’d be exposed to half the store if she did. Otherwise, she’d have to hide inside racks or crawl under shelves to remain unseen by the customers or employees. She was about to make a decision when Judy came up to her. “Hey! I thought I saw you. Get back in your stall. Shelly and I are trying to find a few more dresses for you. Just sit tight, ok?” Judy explained. Sally nodded and went back into the hallway and went into the nearest stall. She waited another ten minutes before the curtain was shoved to one side and the two girls piled in with a stack of dresses. “Guys, I can’t try all of these on!” Sally whined. “Don’t worry. It’s mostly ones in different sizes. We’re not sure if you’re still the same size we remember you being. Just try them on, and we’ll see how they fit.” Shelly explained. The girls made no effort to leave or even close the curtain, so Sally sighed and went for the first one in the pile. It was a strapless black cocktail dress that came down to her knees. It hugged her curves, and flattered her complexion. However, her breasts were in danger of spilling out. Shelly and Judy hoped she’d still buy it so there would be some fun later on. Sally shrugged the dress off and went for another. It was bright pink, frilly and cute. It had a satin bodice, thin shoulder straps, and a flowing lacey skirt that made her look like a ballerina. Sally liked it, but it was a little too cute for the occasion. Lastly, there was a dark blue dress with a plunging neckline. It didn’t look too trashy and the skirt gave it a slinky elegance. All three of them decided this was the dress. The only problem was that it was a little too long. She’d have to alter it or keep hlding it up as she walked. Sally didn’t care. She wanted the dress, so they took it to the cashier, who rung them up. Once again, they had no way to pay for it. The clerk got the manager, who looked at Sally and had a brilliant idea. “This dress isn’t very expensive, so I won’t have you work for it. Instead, could I take your picture modeling it? It would be a great advertisement for the store.” The man said. Sally agreed, having already done that at the salon, and she even showed more there than she was here. She followed the manager to a window display, where he helped her onto a dais and posed her. He got a camera and snapped a few pictures. What Sally had failed to notice is that in the harsh lighting coming through the window, combined with the camera angle and flash, you could tell she wasn’t wearing anything underneath it, and even could see where her nipples and the outline of her new haircut were if you knew where to look. Of course, Sally wouldn’t know until it was much too late. The manager thanked her for her time and let her go. The girls went back into the car, and made Sally take the dress of before getting in. “We can’t have you ruining the dress by sitting on it. There’s still one last place we need you to go.” Shelly explained. Sally dejectedly took off her beautiful dress and handed it to Shelly, who locked it in the trunk. They piled into the car again, and headed to their final destination. Sally was feeling the cold once again, being the most exposed than anyone else. Thankfully, the day had gotten warmer so se wasn’t going to freeze to death anytime soon. Sally was once again awestruck when they stopped outside a posh restaurant. “Okay, there’s no way I can get in there naked! I need my dress.” Sally ordered. “This isn’t the right time for your dress. Don’t worry, we have a plan. Remember, this is all Megan’s doing.” Shelly replied. Shelly got out of the car and left Judy and Sally in the car. She strolled up to the front and was escorted inside. The next they saw of Shelly, she was being shown a tale on the patio! Sally then realized what she was expected to do. “Alright, time to get you to the table.” Judy commented as she got out of the car. She dragged Sally out of the car before locking it, then proceeded to lead her to the patio which had no fence or wall preventing anyone from walking up. Sally was forced to crouch under the table and hide underneath as Judy and Shelly called a waiter over to take their orders. Sally was nonplused by the fact they didn’t seem to order anything for her. After the waiter left, Shelly peeked under the table and poked Sally’s naked butt to get her attention. Sally yelped and turned around to see Shelly giggle. “Sorry, but that was pretty funny. That’s not why I did it though. I know you’re hungry, so I arranged a special treat for you, or should I say Megan arranged it? Either way, your treat is two tables over. There’s two women sitting there having a meeting. If you want something to eat, you’re going to have to find the woman with brown flats and eat her out.” Sally’s jaw was wide open. She couldn’t believe this was part of Megan’s plan. She wouldn’t force her to give oral sex to a stranger the night of their big date and on Valentine’s Day no less! However, the thought of pleasuring a complete stranger was oddly exciting. She shuffled over two tables and found the woman with the brown flat soled shoes. At least the woman was still youthful, and seemed well groomed. Se wasn’t sure if the woman would be ready for what was about to happen, so she grabbed the woman’s waist underneath her skirt, and felt for panties. Finding none, she pushed her legs open and heard a small yelp from above. She didn’t want the woman to bring attention to her, so she plunged in. The woman didn’t seem to be reacting at first, but within moments, she could hear her breathing heavily. The woman pressed her thighs together, covering Sally’s ears. Of course, she didn’t need to hear how she was affecting the woman, but she might have been interested in their conversation. “Megan, are you listening? I can get you both back in the program, but you’d have to publically apologize for your…performance during the Christmas Pageant. The last thing we want is for everyone to think we’re promoting sexual deviance. It’s one thing for the bedroom. It’s entirely another to have it in public, and at a religious performance!” Mrs. Hartwell the drama instructor explained. Megan had scheduled this meeting in secret to be a surprise for Sally. She would tell her that they were both back in the program, and that meant Megan could have an emotional and creative outlet and Sally’s need for attention would be solved. Of course, all of that was in jeopardy now that some prankster was licking her most private place in the middle of it! Megan couldn’t fight her arousal. She had kept her word and remained celibate for Sally. However, now she had all this energy built up and ready to be released! She tried her hardest to reign in her control. “S-sorry, Mrs. Har-har-hartwell. I‘m ju-just having a…can I h-have a moment, p-p-please?” Megan said, suppressing her moans. Mrs. Hartwell left Megan alone to collect herself, and the girl was finally able to release her pent up tension.  “UUUUGGGHHHGHGHNNNNNNGGGGGGGOOOHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” Megan moaned so loud, many customers turned to see what the commotion was about. Even a waiter came over to see if something was wrong. “Oh, um, everything’s shiny. A-OK. Just wonderful…”Megan whimpered. Sally took the opportunity to crawl back to Shelly and Judy’s table, where they were snickering like a couple schoolgirls in the back of the classroom. “Guys, I’m back. It’s done. Can we go so I can get dressed now?” Sally asked, frustrated. Shelly and Judy escorted Sally back to the car, but the naked girl didn’t think about where she was going. The only thing on her mind was the fact she’d just cheated on Megan, and that Megan was the one who wanted her to do it. Shelly and Judy dropped Sally back at her home, along with the dress. They fixed her makeup and even dressed her up before they left. Now, Sally had to wait for the final act. Part 3 As the sun began to set, the doorbell rang, and Sally opened it to find an older man dressed in a formal suit, which she realized was a driver’s uniform, and he led her to the limousine parked in front of the house. She got in the back and the driver made his way to their destination. Sally was still not sure if she’d been duped by Shelly and Judy to debase herself for their amusement, or if Megan really wanted her to do those things. She also wasn’t sure if she truly hated doing those embarrassing things. She was still contemplating this when they stopped and the driver opened her door. Sally got out and was surprised to see the County Fair tents all lit up as the sun was just on the horizon. At the front, she saw Ray (Sally’s old crush before she fell in love with Megan, and the often-exposed boy toy of Megan and her friends), his hands cuffed behind him to the gate. As she got closer, she giggled as she saw he wasn’t wearing much of anything. All he had duct tape over his mouth and a (rather small) envelope over his crotch. On his chest, was a message with an arrow pointing down. Sally walked closer so she could read it. “All is about to be revealed. Claim your prize.” Sally giggled as she watched Ray’s eyes dart around as she reached for the envelope. She wanted to draw it out, but she thought better of it and yanked it off, revealing his flaccid penis. Sally smiled at Ray as she turned around to open the envelope. Inside, it was just a key. Sally looked at the gate and figured it was meant to open it. She strode over to it and began to turn the key. Ray was muffling something, but Sally didn’t know what it was. As the lock popped open, the gate swung open, and they were bathed in light. Ray was trying to get free, but to no avail. Sally went inside and closed the gate behind her, hoping Ray would be spared some indignity, at least for a little while. Sally walked over to where the lights originated from, and was surprised to find a ride she’d never seen before: The Tunnel of Love. She stepped onto the dais and saw Ms. Clarke, her former boss at the Fair, was the one running the booth. “Welcome back, Sally. Hope there aren’t any hard feelings.” The woman greeted. “Well, if you’re willing to do this for Megan and me, I think we’re good.” Sally responded. The woman led Sally to a boat, where she was the only passenger. Ms. Clarke then started the ride, and Sally’s boat was propelled forward through a swinging door. Inside, it seemed like an ordinary Tunnel of Love, with low lighting and dioramas of romantic imagery. However, after just a few feet, the boat stopped. Sally sat there, wondering if something was wrong, but was surprise when a form emerged from the water and climbed aboard the boat. They took off their wetsuit first to reveal it was a naked girl. Sally didn’t need to wait for them to take off their mask to know it was… “MEGAN!” Sally cheered, embracing her girlfriend. “Thought this would be a grand entrance. You look beautiful by the way.” Megan said as the boat continued on until it stopped at a dock a about halfway through the ride. “This is where we’ll have to go on foot. Don’t worry, this is all part of the plan.” Megan explained. Sally got out and followed Megan around the dock, which led to a walkway that connected to all of the dioramas. Sally saw the Victorian nobles kissing ladies’ hands, A Tarzan/Jane couple swinging through the jungle, but then they came across an odd sight. It was Ray! He was still gagged by duct tape and naked, but now his hands were tied above hi head, suspending him so that just the tips of his toes touched the floor. “I know he was your major crush before me. If you still have feelings for him, I’ll be completely fine if you let them out now.” Megan explained. Sally took a moment to walk around the naked boy. He wasn’t a muscular type, but he kept fit. Sally wasn’t sure if she was going to give up men altogether, but this gave her a chance to at least see a naked boy before she’d give herself completely to Megan. She wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, and began running her hands over his chest and belly, feeling his skin and lean muscle. She then moved her arms back to cup his tight ass. Ray was moaning from the stimulation, and he began to “rise” to the occasion. Sally noticed this and ran her fingernail up and down its length, making Ray squirm. She then cupped his scrotum, and with a smile on her face, she squeezed as hard as she could. Ray screamed into his gag, and Megan snickered as Sally let go. “That was fun, but that’s as far as I’m going.” Sally said to Megan. “Too bad, poor Ray is ready for action, but no takers. Wait, Mrs. Prescott? I think you can have him!” Megan announced. Sally turned around to see the old librarian that she used to work for before she did the Christmas Pageant. The woman smiled at Ray, but the boy wasn’t exactly thrilled. He shook his head violently until the old woman pulled out her teeth, which made him shake even more. However, Mrs. Prescott then tore her face clean off! It had been a mask this whole time! Underneath, Sally was surprised to see Rachel, the wardrobe girl from the drama department! “What the?” Was all Sally could say. “My friends are wizards with makeup, and being in the drama department, we can do things like this.” Rachel explained. “But, you were my boss for a month! How did you accomplish that?” Sally asked. “I’m in the wardrobe department, but I also am an aspiring actress, which explains my acting ability. However, Megan told me about how you were shutting down, and Mrs. Harwell arranged for me to work in the library and train you. So, Mrs. Hartwell made sure I wasn’t need for any shows, and I just filled my time supervising you, eve though all I did was read magazines.” Rachel explained. “If you and Megan were in cahoots, why did you make me strip in the library?” Sally asked. “Well, I’ll take the blame for that one. I wanted to see how withdrawn you were, but also wanted to se how willing you were to expose yourself. It seemed your fear of exposure wasn’t as great as your fear of authority, so that’s why I pushed hard for you to get into the Pageant. I wanted you to feel free again.” Megan explained. Sally was finally putting the pieces together, which meant she could have been manipulating her this whole time! That meant that she was totally capable of coming up with the things Shelly and Judy put her through. “Well, now that’s all settled, we’ll leave you two to get better acquainted.” Megan said as she lead Sally away. Rachel removed the rest of her disguise until she stood naked in front of Ray, who began to sport an impressive package. “Looks like it’s just you and me, loverboy.” Rachel flirted as she smacked Ray’s ass. Megan led Sally to another diorama, but this time it was Shelly and Judy. They were in what seemed to be an altered version of a pillory. The were locked in with their back facing each other. Both were naked, their hands and head in the normal stocks, but they were standing upright so the wood was perpendicular to their bodies. Their legs were in modified stocks that held their ankles firmly in place. Both the top and bottom stocks were connected via a large post between the girls. Their feet just barely touching the floor. “I heard about what these two put you through today. However, I have to confess that they weren’t completely to blame. I arranged for the salon visit and photo, as well as what happened at the dress store. However, I didn’t think they’d take you to that restaurant to debase yourself like that.” “I’m so sorry, but they made me do it. She meant nothing to me, I swear!” Sally begged. “Oh, I hope she does. That girl was me!” Megan replied. Sally was dumbstruck for a moment, but Megan explained what happened at the restaurant: The meeting with Mrs. Hartwell, what they discussed, and how she handled the situation. “Oh, I’m so glad it was you I pleasured, and not some stranger. I thought I’d cheated on you!” Sally yelled. “Well, now’s the time for you to take that aggression out on Shelly and Judy, who put you in that position.” Megan said. “Hmm. Can we have Ms. Clarke come in here?” Sally asked. “Sure.” Megan answered, and called Ms. Clarke over. “Ms. Clarke, as a token of our appreciation, please accept these two girls for your entertainment tonight. Do whatever you want with them, as long as you make sure they enjoy it too.” Sally instructed with a wink. Shelly and Judy fought against their bonds as Ms. Clarke traced her hands over their bodies. However, as she stimulated them, they began to relax. “Seems like they like you just fine.” Megan commented. The last diorama was a bit odd. It was just a video camera and mrs. Hartwell was standing beside it. “Finally, girls. Its time to record your apology to the city.” The woman said. “Gladly.” Megan said, just before ripping Sally’s dress off her body! Sally covered herself and wondered what was going on. She was now naked next to Megan, but they were standing in front of a camera that somehow was supposed to be an apology. “Here is my evidence: Sally is covering her naked body, as one is supposed to be embarrassed about being seen naked. She is acting like any one of you would expect. She’s covering her shame, not flaunting it like I am. The reason for that little performance at the Pageant was because we thought we were alone backstage. Her embarrassment had been stalled when the curtains closed, so she felt safe to bare all before me, her best friend. However, it was when the curtains opened that she was as shocked as all of you to see her be exposed. It wasn’t our fault that our “sexual deviance”, which you accuse us of, was made public. It would have been kept public but for the actions of one person. One woman to be exact. It was on the direction of Mrs. Hartwell that the stage hand opened those curtains, revealing all of Sally, and our supposedly private moment. So, if there is anyone who deserves your retribution, it is not me or Sally. It’s with Mrs. Hartwell!” Megan argued. Mrs. Hartwell was speechless. She was incensed, and immediately strode over to Megan to give her a piece of her mind. However, she remembered one key bit of information: They were broadcasting live! Mrs. Hartwell’s cell phone rang constantly, voicemails from many upstanding folks in the city, showing how unhappy they were. Of course, it was the one call she answered that ended up being the Drama department head. Mrs. Hartwell was informed that she was fired, and a new instructor would be hired to replace her. Defeated, Mrs. Hartwell slunk off into the night, leaving through an emergency exit.  “Megan, that was amazing! Does this mean we’re back in the program?” “In the program? Honey, I’ll be surprised if I’m not the one running it!” Megan said. Sally embraced her girlfriend, both more in love with each other than ever. They disconnected the camera from the live feed, but let it record as it swiveled left and right. From Ray and Rachel to Shelly, Judy, and Ms. Clarke, to finally landing on our two lovebirds, it captured the various scenes of love in all its forms, but none so pure, so beautiful, as what Sally and Megan shared. THE END

Strange Days by sarobah Strange Days Pt. 01 A CMNF (clothed male naked female) party. "Nobody told me there'd be days like these. Strange days indeed." — John Lennon, Nobody Told Me Author's note: This story takes place in Australia, where the academic year runs from February through to November. It is based (very loosely) on actual events and places. All of the featured characters are versions or hybrids of real people (including yours truly). Daniel's Story "Full nakedness! All joys are due to thee; As souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be To taste whole joys. Gems which you women use Are like Atlanta's balls, cast in men's views..." — John Donne, To His Mistress Going to Bed From an early age I had a serious crush on my next-door neighbor. Almost three years older than me, Laura was and is gorgeous — brunette, with warm hazel eyes and a fine figure, slim and shapely. In addition to her exquisite looks, Laura was and is clever and strong-willed, an energetic high achiever. At school she threw herself into just about everything. She joined clubs, served on the student council, won academic prizes and athletic honours. She was also a thrill-seeker. Despite her diminutive stature she was tough and utterly fearless, engaged in sports such as mountain-biking and rock-climbing. Yet she was also incredibly sexy. When not acting the tomboy she reveled in being a girl. She was proud of her body and legs, which she liked to show off in short skirts, snug-fitting tops and barely-there bikinis; but not in a vain or wanton manner. Laura was a flirt but never a tease, nor a prima donna. I don't know if she consciously played on the juxtaposition of pretty and petite with the difficult and dangerous, but the contrast could be striking. For example, when she was sixteen she won a junior motocross championship, against boys as well as girls. She was the smallest rider in the field and prevailed by sheer daring and determination. She sauntered off the track looking triumphant in her mud-spattered leathers, high-fiving her friends and fans, reeking of fuel and exhaust fumes, her dirt-caked face barely recognizable but for the patented Laura grin — outwardly modest but betraying at the edges her sublime self-confidence. Yet a few hours later she turned out for the awards ceremony completely transformed, prodigiously feminine in a little pink party dress. I was thirteen at the time, and while my infatuation was already well-developed, that was what pushed me into straight-out idolatry. Not surprisingly, Laura was the most popular girl in the neighborhood, exacerbating the anguish of my unrequited crush. In high school she was attended by a retinue of admirers and acolytes. She went through several boyfriends and the occasional girlfriend. Her preference was only slightly biased in one direction. What was most demoralizing for me, however, was that when word got out that we were close, I was besieged by potential suitors seeking an introduction or hoping for a recommendation. Of course, I never expected for myself anything more than platonic. Besides our age difference and dissimilar natures, almost diametrical opposites in many aspects, because neither of us have siblings we developed a surrogate big sister—little brother relationship which ruled out anything more intimate. Naturally Laura had flaws. She could be stubborn and at times dogmatic, most often about trivial things. She could be bossy, although she would call it assertive. She was intolerant towards people she judged to be stupid; and even if they were, she could come across as arrogant. She was fully aware of her charm and charisma, and would act abrupt and sometimes cruel towards devotees who overreached themselves. But it was impossible to disparage her, because everything she did was done with style. And that came out in the fact that although she must have known of my feelings for her — I was not very subtle — she never made a big thing of it, nor had me feeling awkward. So when she went off to university, it was something of a relief for me. I was finally freed from the torments of Tantalus. I had long since abandoned any thoughts of entering the temple of Laura. For the next three years I saw Laura in person only intermittently. She had lived with her mother since her parents' divorce. They didn't get on and Laura rarely came home. But we kept in touch. I think I may have been her anchor; so maybe she was not as fancy-free as she pretended. In any case, I followed her to the university three years later — not in a stalkery way, although we ended up living in the same student accommodation. Nestled amongst the trees in a quiet corner of the campus, Lakeside Hall is in actuality five multi-storey apartment blocks connected by covered walkways. Four are mixed-sex dormitories housing both undergraduates and postgraduates in twin-share suites. The fifth wing accommodates first-year students, with males and females occupying alternate floors in four-bed units. Altogether Lakeside has four hundred residents, of whom just over three-fifths are women, which mirrors the university's population. When I applied for admission Laura didn't mock my choice and in fact helped me through the process. This was vital because Lakeside is rather selective. What sets it apart from other residential colleges is not just its secluded location but the fact that it's fully autonomous, and organized on a self-help basis. There are no full-time paid staff. All residents are rostered for catering and housekeeping duties. The seniors also provide peer support, mentoring and tutoring. This collaborative philosophy extends to governance. All internal affairs are managed by an elected house committee. There's a manager and a proctor, but they are essentially honorary officers with only nominal responsibilities. Most importantly, fees and charges are very low. And all this is possible because Lakeside is independently funded by a network of alumni and "friends". One of the benefits of this system is that there is no strong imperative for residents to hold down an outside job. This allows more time and energy for academic, social and cultural activities. My interview for admission went smoothly and I settled in quickly. My roommates were typical of what you find among freshmen from out of town. There were only three of us because the fourth hadn't turned up. Ricardo was the popular kid in high school who struggled to cope when he transitioned to the much bigger arena of the university. But he sought solace in varsity sport and found his niche. Ben was a scruffy, indolent rapscallion whose attitude was to study just enough to pass. His major saving grace was his sister Emily. A third-year student, she doted on her brother more than he deserved. At our first encounter she was wearing a candy-striped, strapless playsuit; and it was impossible not to be smitten by the transcendent vision of honey-blond hair, sapphire-blue eyes, lustrous legs and delectable décolletage. But she had a gentle soul, was unworldly and intellectual, and did not seem aware of her own resplendence. Meanwhile, I'd met Caitlyn. She was a "townie", a local girl living on-campus. There were lots of these at Lakeside, more than at most of the university's residential houses. She was a second-year student; but we were enrolled in a similar course, the history and philosophy of science, and became study buddies. We complemented each other, having our particular academic strengths and interests. She was quiet and sweet-natured, with brown hair and eyes, a cute flush of freckles and an endearing way of tilting her head during a conversation, as if showing a sense of ease or trying to get a different view — it was hard to say which, perhaps both. Gradually a closer bond developed. We celebrated Caitlyn's birthday on the weekend before Easter by visiting her parents. I didn't ask why she wasn't living with them. But there was something oddly appealing, almost seductive, about life at Lakeside Hall. I mean odd because as soon as you arrive it's like your senses tingle. There's an aura of mystery, secrecy even, as if something is going on beneath the surface or behind the curtains. And it's easy to attribute this to the relative isolation and the brooding eminence of the surrounding, dense woods, which are positively spooky at night. But even before I arrived I knew of its unorthodox reputation; even if actual claims about what went on there were always vague. The legends of debauchery and diabolism could be dispelled by a brief tour. Still, I am reminded of Plato's famous allegory of the cave. For people trapped within, their only glimpse of the reality outside consists of shadows moving on the walls. As the year progressed, the shadows came into sharper focus. But life at Lakeside for the first three months was comfortably mundane. I quickly settled into the routine of university life. I enjoyed my classes and did well in all my subjects. There was less pressure than in high school! Almost before I knew it the first semester was coming to a close. Confounding my initial reservations, the Hall proved an excellent environment both educationally and socially. However, I was mostly content to hang out on the fringes of other people's social circles. Neither a hermit nor an outcaste, I have nonetheless never been good at, or for that matter interested in, having my own clique or coterie. Laura continued to act as my guide and guru, although I tried to be not too dependent on her. That was not just out of pride. She had her own, crowded life. She had no permanent romantic attachments that I knew of, yet was as popular as she'd ever been. Those friends of hers I met were very much her personality types — adventurous, impulsive, unconventional. Not surprisingly, she was a member of a women's "adventure club". Guys joined in their activities, but I was not invited. Yet I didn't feel slighted. I had no interest since my pastimes have always tended to the sedentary. Which doesn't mean I'm a wimp or a faint-heart. It was just that I subscribe to the theory that you're allotted only so many heartbeats in your lifetime, and it's illogical to use them up before you have to. Still, as a result I began to see less of Laura as the semester progressed. I got most advice and assistance from Rachel, a second-year student. She was very attractive, like Laura, with lively, olive-green eyes, auburn hair and an enigmatic smile. She had a keen intellect and a sharp, rather acerbic wit, but was passionate once she'd found a cause worthy of her time and effort. She was the sophomore counsellor in my "tute group". These were mentoring groups, each consisting of half a dozen first-year students with a senior tutor and a sophomore assistant. They helped us newbies on issues involving the transition from school to university. There was just the one other guy in the group, and that was Ben. Whereas he and I were callow freshmen, the four girls came across as more sophisticated. Michelle I knew from high school; Patricia was in one of my classes; Priya was a visa student from India; Kendra was an athlete enrolled at the Academy of Sport. Our group leader was Lorelei, a postgraduate student whom I found to be rather standoffish. She did her job well, but it was Rachel who held us together. Her satirical commentaries on conventions and institutions were an epiphany for us neophytes. We met once a week during the first term, once a fortnight in the second. Ben and I, outnumbered by the females, felt I must confess a little overawed. The girls were all very intelligent, articulate and highly motivated. It was hard not to feel that we mere males didn't measure up to their standard. That was nonsense, but I think it had something to do with the Lakeside Hall culture, which was focused on collaboration and a collective effort. This ethos, I believe, favours women, who tend to be better at interpersonal relationships and social interaction. But also, I don't think Ben and I were ideal specimens of manhood. I was immature and he could be obnoxious. The girls tolerated us — which was enough for me. I think Ben expected more. ***** One Saturday in May Laura invited me to a social gathering planned for that evening. I suspected, being given so little advance notice, that I was a last-minute replacement; but I was not going to turn down the summons. Nevertheless, the way she phrased it intrigued me. She asked me to be her escort. Now it's possible I misinterpreted. She may have simply meant to reinforce that this was not a boyfriend-type date... not that I was expecting it to be. On the other hand, the meaning I inferred was that she wanted a chaperone. This was very peculiar, coming from such an independent-minded young woman. However, she enlightened me. "It's C-M-N-F." The letters came out rather slurred, into something like "seemeneff," as if she wanted to blurt it them as quickly as possible. In response to my blank look she continued: "That's clothed male..." "Yes, I know what it stands for," I replied. "Naked female," she said anyway, needing to finish it. "So you know about these things?" She smiled, but with an odd, penetrating gaze into my eyes. "Purely academic. I was just..." "Do you have a problem with it?" she cut in. "If you're not interested..." She laughed at my expression. "I thought as much. Anyway, I have to go. See you at six." She didn't wait for me to react further. When she was gone I tried to analyze her words, looking for some disillusioning loophole. I even suspected it might be some crude practical joke. Laura did have an off-beat sense of humor; but she wasn't malicious. Yet I did find it odd that she couldn't find an escort from her cohort of consorts. For it did not occur to me, at the time, that she was trying to draw me into her social circle. That's how naïve — translation: pathetic — I was back then. So I decided to play along and see what happened. I didn't let Caitlyn know, making up the lie that I had a family commitment... for which I felt only slight guilt. I surmised that the party was an adventure club event. The context was some sort of "I dare you to..." battle of the sexes. The men's reciprocal challenge was so innocuous that I don't recall it, so I think they got the better of the deal. Of course, that depends on your perspective, and I never heard any of the women complaining. We met at the appointed hour and walked to a house not far from Lakeside Hall. I was nervous and Laura must have been as well, because she was in an abnormally chirpy mood, shooting off rapid-fire sentences in a high-pitched voice. Given where were heading, I felt some irrational disappointment that she was wearing a heavy sweater, jeans and boots. When we arrived, around two dozen people were already gathered in the living room. It was very large, more of an entertainment area, and the furniture had been shifted to one wall so everyone could mingle and not plant themselves on a sofa. Once everybody had turned up, there were thirty or so. Females slightly outnumbered males. One of the women was Rachel. She looked adorable — not a word I use very often — in a blue button-up miniskirt, apricot-yellow blouse and knee-socks, and shiny black shoes with oversized silver buckles. Her hair stuck out sideways in unplaited pigtails. Her partner was a guy named Jake who seemed to show only a half-hearted interest in her. It was only midway through the evening that I discovered that he was not her boyfriend, but an escort like myself. We said hello and Rachel seemed disconcerted by my presence. When I remarked off-hand that we'd be seeing each other again on Monday, her face took on a rosy pink hue. For the first thirty minutes or so it was just like a regular party, although the atmosphere was subdued. All the females were fully dressed. Indeed it was a cool evening, so there wasn't much skin visible at all. We drank beer and wine and listened to music. We chatted and got acquainted. Our hosts were a tall, graceful, extremely attractive woman in her late twenties named Charlotte, and James who had an irritatingly square-jawed handsomeness. Around seven o'clock, Charlotte turned the music down and the thermostat up. At least, I think she switched up the heating. It may have been my internal temperature rising. She didn't say anything, but the sudden drop in the noise level caused everyone to look about, and that's when she began unbuttoning her blouse. There was no announcement and no fanfare, nor was this a slow and seductive striptease. She started laughing and swapping jokes with her audience, and after she had pulled off the shirt she whirled it over her head a few times before letting go. It sailed across the room and came in to land atop one of the bookcases. We all cheered, and the other women began removing their tops. Every single one was wearing a bra, which I am sure was no coincidence. Most had two layers to shed, so the air in the room was momentarily filled with flying garments. Charlotte's flamboyant opening gesture was a clever ice-breaker. After we males had ogled the ladies for a while, and they had checked out each other, the proceedings went back to almost normal, except that every so often one of the girls would remove her skirt or slip out of her jeans. The half-dozen who had worn dresses were already in their undies after the first cast-off, which made it a bit easier for the rest. At one stage, a couple of the guys attempted to speed up the process by taking matters directly into their own hands. These efforts were swiftly deterred. In any case, such action proved unnecessary, as before long all every female was down to her bra and panties. Laura had looked around and then shrugged as she handed me her wine glass before reaching down to take off her boots. She grinned, apprehensively, as she unbuckled her belt, unzipped and opened the front of her jeans and pushed them down to her knees. She blushed when she realized how much interest was focused on her; and I felt proud that my partner was the center of attention. She fluttered her eyelashes and performed a pert pirouette before kicking off her denims; and as she took back her drink she curtly instructed me to retrieve them and her boots and place them with her sweater on a table in the corner. Laura was as stunning and sexy as I'd ever seen her, in a white satin halter-neck brassiere and matching briefs, trimmed with lacy frills. There was a little lavender bow at the tip of each breast, and another on her panties located cheekily over the crotch. After the initial jitters she did not seem at all self-conscious as she stood there being assessed and admired... except for a twinkle in her eyes and an impish curl of her lips. Just as Laura was finishing her performance, Rachel discreetly unhitched her skirt and let it fall to her ankles. When she'd stepped out of it, Jake picked it up and deposited it on the table with the rapidly growing pile of discarded clothing. She was wearing a mauve lacework demi-cup bra adorned with tiny woven blossoms, and a miniscule thong panty. But the girl had a certain style that made her look demure even when all that covered her sweet body could have easily fit into my trouser pocket. But then she stripped the ribbons from her hair, and the pigtails unraveled into two disheveled clumps. The effect was cutely comical, especially atop that lusciously unclad body. If this was as far as things had gone that night, it would still have been a fantastic party, and I doubt that anyone would have been disappointed. Not all the bodies were perfect, but all were well-toned and pleasing to the eye. This was hardly unexpected considering that most of the women belonged to a club which demanded a high level of health and fitness. Around eight o'clock Charlotte made the next move. She called into a huddle three of the other ladies, apparently at random. After conferring, they turned to face the rest of us, unfastened their bras and, following a few seconds of deep breaths and suppressed giggles, took them off. That prompted a most agreeable chain reaction, and within a matter of minutes every female in the room was bare-breasted. Indeed, none showed much hesitation. I guess they had already dipped their toes in the water, so to speak, by stripping down to their underwear. Maybe the alcohol acted as a lubricant, although no one was drinking heavily. The females understandably wanted to maintain their self-control, and the males didn't want to spoil the scenery by viewing it through a booze-induced blur — or worse, by misbehaving and ruining everything. Some of the girls were quite nonchalant about being topless. Others appeared shy and timid, avoiding eye contact and keeping their hands strategically positioned. Laura was in between. Once again she handed me her glass and drew in a lungful of air. She exhaled a half dozen soft, rapid puffs before reaching behind her back. She fiddled with the clasp for a moment and it only just occurred to me how difficult it is to unhitch a brassiere in situ. I was tempted to offer assistance, but none of the women in the room needed or wanted a helping hand. This was something they had to do by themselves. So Laura unfastened the little hook and allowed the bra to dangle by its halter. Finally, with a resolute firming of her jaws, she grasped the strap and lifted it over her head, pulling it off her body with an extravagant flourish that caused her breasts to quiver slightly. She held onto it for a moment, caressing the fabric, before handing it to me. She blushed, again, when I casually shoved it into my pocket. That was an absent-minded gesture, but it must have looked as if I was stashing a trophy. I'm sure this was not the first time that Laura had bared her chest in public. In fact, before that night I had seen her topless, albeit by accident in a poolside mishap. She's not prudish, nor especially bashful, and she doesn't mind displaying her assets. However, the differences here were the setting, the deliberate and methodical way in which she and the other women went about their stripping, and the fact that it was a one-sided display, with male partners and friends still fully clothed and keenly scrutinizing. Yet I had to laugh, sympathetically, of course, at normally unflappable Laura holding her drink in such a position that her hand and glass concealed one nipple, her forearm the other. Fortunately she saw the humor in her situation and smiled back. She gradually lowered her arm until her breasts were revealed in all their glory. I'm ashamed to say that I got rather fixated on her nipples. I expected them to be erect — as erect as... well, I'm sure you'll get my meaning when I confess that I was glad I'd had the forethought to wear baggy trousers. But it really didn't come as a shock that they were still soft. Although she and the other girls were obviously aroused, there was enough residual discomfiture that many were not feeling especially turned on... unlike their partners. Anyway, Charlotte's perspicacity in turning up the thermostat was not just about goosebumps. I glanced about furtively to see what was happening elsewhere, and relaxed when I saw that the other guys were doing the same, and no one seemed to mind. Nevertheless, I quickly averted my eyes if any of the women reacted with a twinge or a cringe, or otherwise looked embarrassed. However, they all seemed either comfortable with or reconciled to their state of undress, or too preoccupied with trying to appear at ease to be concerned about anyone staring. Naturally I had to see Rachel. She had delayed removing her top until she was one of the last to do so, and now realized this was a mistake. Even with a dozen pairs of naked breasts already on display, the attention kept shifting to those holding out. (It's interesting how the act of undressing tends to be even more provocative and stimulating than the end product.) Then, staring at something across the room, she crossed her arms to slide the straps off her shoulders. I thought her hands were going to linger there, but she pulled down the bra in a single smooth movement, freeing her arms and then bringing the rear part of the band round to the front to unhook it. The cups clung to her torso for a few tantalizing seconds, until she wiggled her body and the bra fell free. She caught it before it drifted all the way to the carpet. As she stood up straight again, her boobs jiggled nicely. Like Laura, Rachel was not stupendously endowed but made up for the lack of dimension with elegance of design. She made no attempt to cover herself, but kept her arms unnaturally tensed, her hands clasped at waist level or planted awkwardly on her hips. She was resisting the urge to raise them to her chest. Yet after a while, as we got used to the bare bosoms — the sight or the feeling, depending on gender — we all became conditioned to it. I guess semi-nudity is not such a taboo that you dwell on it for long. And once again, I would have been more than satisfied if things had progressed no further. But more delights lay ahead. The party's purpose had yet to be fulfilled. And when I think back on it, I don't know if stretching out the undressing ritual over an hour or so was a help or a hindrance for the girls. Certainly it gave them time to adjust. On the other hand, at each stage just as they found their new comfort zone, they were moved out of it. This had the effect of maximizing and intensifying the experience, and Charlotte orchestrated this like a symphony. The final act was once more kicked off by our hostess. She picked exactly the right moment, when there was a lull in the conversation and the music had stopped, and some people were becoming restless — the guys impatient, the girls just wanting to get it done. Yet many of the latter were clearly ambivalent. Laura silently rolled her eyes when she realized the time had come. Rachel muttered something inaudible to everyone but herself. One girl groaned softly, one rocked back and forth on the heels and balls of her feet while another swayed gently from side to side, as if slightly woozy. Most, however, laughed or just shrugged it off, although I suspected that was mainly façade. Wearing nothing but her g-string, Charlotte was almost unbearably sexy. Tall and curvy, with golden brown hair, olive skin, the body of a showgirl and a chorine's legs, she was not classically beautiful but radiated a self-assured sensuality. And while I feel a tad sleazy describing her this way, the fact is that she was spectacular. Her breasts were magnificent orbs. Unlike many of the others in the room, her rose-hued nipples were raised and hard. She basked in the attention she drew; but she never struck a pose, didn't flaunt. She had no need for that. The mood in the room changed when Charlotte reached to her hips and pushed her thong down her thighs. Everyone stopped to watch. I heard a couple of gasps. She was relaxed and unembarrassed. She conveyed a playful innocence that was almost childlike as she daintily handed the last of her clothing to James. Suddenly she seemed so fragile and vulnerable, with all of her glorious body exposed, nothing hidden, that little bit of her which had remained privately hers, and her man's, now public property. Almost all the women followed in unison. Laura looked up into my eyes, then lowered her gaze, perhaps starting to feel a few qualms. At this stage, any of the girls could have backed away from the final revelation, and no one would have disparaged her for doing so. Certainly none of us males was in a position to pass judgement. On the other hand Rachel, who had been hesitant about taking off her bra, all but leapt out of her panties. I think she was bursting to get it over with. Indeed, it's funny how a small piece of fabric can make such a difference. A minute earlier, half the bodies in the room were concealed by nothing more; and yet it's that last, forbidden one per cent of skin which, when revealed, transforms a woman. Whether she acts like a slut or a saint, prances and cavorts to show herself off or timidly shrinks from the spotlight, is strong or feeble, tough as nails or tender as a flower petal, is irrelevant. When she is naked, and all the women about her are nude, and all the men are fully clothed, she is defined in full, first and last, by her womanhood. I took a lingering look at Laura. I didn't try to be coy or even subtle, because I thought that would be hypocritical. She showed a little discomposure but stood there stoically, heroically, with her feet and knees slightly apart, her hands defiantly by her side, not hiding anything but (the impression was) poised to provide cover. The soft pink cleft between her legs was smooth, either shaven or waxed, as were most of the girls'. I turned to Rachel. She was still wearing her cutie-pie knee-socks and buckle-shoes — so charmingly incongruous, since she was completely naked above them. They were the first to catch the eye, and then my line of sight was drawn upwards, along her silken thighs to the velvet folds at the entrance to her body. The wisps of hair evoked a sense of a pristine simplicity and guileless lack of pretension that her impudent nakedness served to enhance rather than debase. Her pose was more submissive, or modest, than Laura's — hands behind her back, feet together but with one knee bent to position that leg slightly forward of the other, head erect but eyes downcast. Everyone tried to act casual; in fact, perhaps we tried too hard. Charlotte, the attentive hostess, proffered a glass of wine and Rachel took it, loosening out of her uneasy posture. Indeed, the mood all round turned effervescent once again. Perhaps it was the effects of the alcohol, but more likely, since Rachel didn't even sip her drink, it was the adrenaline, but the girls began to circulate, breaking away from their partners to mingle more freely than they had done with their clothes on. Except for the naked flesh, it was almost ludicrously banal. At one stage I found myself in conversation with four of the bare-skinned lovelies, exchanging advice on, of all things, bus routes and fares. I have no recollection of how the conversation got started, but in hindsight it was so marvelously trite, given the situation. The women now appeared completely at ease, although that could have been bravado. To be honest, I had been a little intimidated by the company — all these swashbuckling adventurers, fearless daredevils and intrepid thrill-seekers. But it does wonders for the male ego when you're casually chatting to a pretty girl when you're fully clothed and she's stark naked... let alone when there's four of them and just you, and everyone's trying to act like there's nothing out of the ordinary in the fact that you're the only one with clothes on, because you're the one with a penis. Of course, not everybody was so coy, but I didn't see any groping or other bad conduct. In fact, most of the unrestrained behaviour came from the females. After quickly getting over the initial, inevitable discomfiture, they were enjoying themselves as much as the guys, maybe even more so because they were able to let go of their inhibitions altogether, whereas we males felt obliged to keep a check on our impulses. There was no shame or humiliation; but at the same time there was no blatant exhibitionism or overt immodesty. That sounds odd, under the circumstances, but it's the difference between sexy and sleazy. One of those in our little conversation circle was a slender, dark-eyed brunette named Katrina — "Kat, with a K," she insisted. But she did have a quality that was undeniably feline — slinky, exotic and aloof. Her skin was a glossy sheen except for three healed but revealing scars, a small one on her left breast just below the nipple, a more ragged mark on her right hip, and a patch where the light sprinkling of pubic hair did not grow at all. (It amused me than even the briefest bikini would have hidden two of these from view.) These were the unmistakable signature of a devil-may-care lifestyle. She was standing beside me, and whenever she directed a comment at me she turned towards me and her bare breast brushed against my shirt sleeve. Then she'd emphasize a point and her firm nipple pressed into my arm. I don't know if she was doing it deliberately, or even if she was aware she was doing it at all. If she hadn't been nude I likely wouldn't have noticed. After a while, with some reluctance I detached myself from the group, when I saw that Rachel was standing alone. It was the first time I had a chance to share more than a couple of words since the party started. I couldn't resist a close-up inspection. She didn't seem to mind, or at least was becoming used to being looked over. She waited patiently till I was finished, with just the hint of a wry smile. She had taken off her shoes and socks and wasn't wearing jewellery or make-up. She was as bare as nature had provided, and nature had done a very good job. As I've mentioned, like Laura she's not stacked but her body is neatly and nicely proportioned. We talked for about five minutes, mainly about our tute group sessions. Then we were interrupted by Jake, who asked Rachel if she wanted a refill. She declined, with a raised eyebrow, as her wine was untouched, and to my relief he withdrew; but she turned and beckoned me to follow her into the kitchen. There was Charlotte, with a couple of the other girls and one of the guys, preparing snacks. And I have to say that familiarity was definitely not breeding contempt. The sight of the women busy at the bench, the succulent flesh of their bare backsides wiggling slightly as they worked, certainly piqued my appetite. Rachel started to assist, so I pitched in as well, cutting up salami and cheese. Charlotte offered me an apron, and I couldn't resist laughing out loud, which earned me some quizzical stares. I guess my sense of irony was not shared. As we carried out the plates of snacks, Charlotte declared that Laura had a few things to say. I realized then that she was the president of the adventure club; and I felt a sudden surge of self-importance, bathing in the reflected glory of being her escort. She said a few things, of which I don't remember much because I wasn't really listening. She thanked Charlotte and James for hosting the event, assured us that the fun was just getting started, made some announcements regarding the club. The party now moved into the next phase — indeed, as Laura promised, shifted into a higher gear. I think Charlotte and James had observed the sexual tension rising and decided this was the time to dissipate the energy by organizing some games. It surprised me not at all that the nudity was the centrepiece of every one we played. We started with a form of musical chairs, using plastic garden seats. The guys sat in a circle facing outwards. (It was a little more complicated, as I shall explain shortly.) The girls skipped around the outside, their breasts bobbing and swaying in a most agreeable manner, until "Sit!" was called. The music didn't stop. Instead, the girls perched on our knees, with their backs to us, and performed a lap dance. A not very salacious one, I must add. Then "Spin!" was called again and they leapt up and repeated the circuit; but this time when the girls descended upon our laps we were face to face. One of the girls, Gianna, sat out the game to act as the caller. She had a broken leg sustained, unsurprisingly, during one of the club's hazardous escapades. It hadn't occurred to me until then, but there is nothing cuter than a pretty girl who's naked but for a leg in plaster. To carry out her task impartially she was blindfolded. Talk about your fetish fantasy! It was a variation on the orthodox game, with no eliminations, scrambling for places or winners (except that we all were). It was pure gratuitous fun. And after a dozen rounds, more guys than just myself were in danger of wearing their enthusiasm on the front of their trousers. I got Rachel twice, facing both ways, which was pleasant, but not Laura. The most proficient at the game was — again, no big revelation — Charlotte. I was lucky to get her on the Spin, and she was brilliant. She clasped her hands behind her head, while I kept mine rigidly by my side, gripping the sides of my seat in fact, as she gyrated on my thighs. She was either very light or held up some of her weight on her legs, which would have been difficult with her knees bent and splayed. She pushed her face close to mine, her breathing wafting gentle puffs over my eyes and forehead, and she unabashedly rubbed her breasts against my chest. The tender abrasion of her nipples against the fabric of my shirt aroused her. I felt her breath quickening, and even her racing heartbeat through her breasts. She purred and licked her lips. She put on a performance like this with each guy she danced for, and by the end of the game she was flushed and panting. She's quite a woman. The game was exhausting for the dancers, so we had a break before beginning the next game. The girls relaxed on cushions or on the carpet while their menfolk brought drinks, and some towels to mop up the perspiration. They made an entrancing tableau, like haremgirls reclining in the seraglio. Before the energy ebbed too far, Charlotte clapped her hands and called us to the next game. This involved us forming circles, male-female with arms behind the back, to pass various objects, such as a shuttlecock, tennis ball and so on — unsubtle double entendres — from one to the next. Of course, in keeping with the party theme each object was lodged in the girls' cleavage. Those not so curvaceous had to hunch their shoulders forward to squeeze together their assets. And to make it more difficult, and thus more interesting, we guys had to tuck the object under our chin. So there was a lot of twisting and contorting and plenty of breast-to-chest-and-chin contact. The girls shuffled along the line to each guy in turn. Once the circuit had been completed, we males then had to transfer the objects to the females' thighs. Believe me, pressing your face into a nude girl's bosom and crotch is an experience not to be missed. None of the girls opted out of any game, which took a lot of pluck. If the roles had been reversed, I'm not sure how many of us of the "stronger sex" would have been so unflinching. And considering how risqué some of the goings-on were, it was probably a wise thing that only half the group were sans attire! There was another game that entailed emblazoning numbers and letters on the girls' buttocks with lipstick; I don't recall the reason. Nevertheless, we did push the boundaries of propriety a couple of times, most notably when the ice came out. The girls stared at the sparkling cubes with trepidation, but once the fun started none wavered. And what followed was remarkably, even profoundly intimate. I must admit that I was a little shocked at how far we went. The coffee table was used. Charlotte and James also moved the console and side tables into the middle of the room. Two guys were assigned to each, and we had two girls apiece on whom to work our frosty magic. Adam and I were among those who got the first go, to play with Laura and Kat. The girls took turns; and to make the experience more intense they were blindfolded. Laura was first. To my horror she recoiled as I tied the sash in place. For a couple of demoralizing seconds I thought it was my touch that repelled her; but she giggled and ran her fingertips over the black satin. Her loss of sight had made her feel more exposed and accessible. She liked that. Charlotte and James were another of the first couples, and they took the coffee table. Unlike the other, wooden, furniture it had a marble top and was obviously cold, because when Charlotte lay down she released a loud gasp. She and James could observe us newbies, offering advice and tips, and she did so while blindfolded, which was impressive, and between exclamations and exudations of pleasure, which was also impressive. They told us to be alert to signs of distress on the girls' skin, such as burning sensations, excessive redness, pins and needles; but they never mentioned the word "frostbite". I also admired Laura who heard the warnings and wasn't daunted. She reclined on her back with her hands clasped behind her head and feet planted on the floor. Adam and I had our fun with her for about ten minutes. We ran several cubes over her body until they melted and her skin glistened. We rubbed the ice around her throat, across her breasts, over her nipples and down her stomach and into her crotch. I would have stopped there, but we were still following the lead of Charlotte and James. When she admonished us "Don't leave it inside her for more than a minute," Adam got the message first and slid the ice into Laura's body. She winced and trembled, clenched her jaws to keep from squealing, and tensed her body to stop squirming. While Adam was working down below, I repeated the circuit of her face, neck, breasts and belly. I stared into that beautiful face hidden behind her blindfold and, knowing what she was feeling, wondered what she was thinking. Her skin, though slippery with a glaze of meltwater, was quite warm until the ice passed over it. Her occasional twitch and shiver were not, I was sure, a response to the cold but rather from arousal and anticipation. And as I ran my hands over her luscious body, it was like a dream. In my wildest fantasies I had not imagined this. And then Adam dropped two new cubes onto her stomach and nodded at me. We didn't speak, but Laura must have known that it was I who was about to penetrate her. I whispered "You okay?" She smiled but bit her lower lip. By the time I had finished with her, my fingers were numb from the chill, so I can only imagine what it was like for Laura. Of course, our hosts knew their business. They provided bowls of heated water so that we guys didn't end up with frozen fingertips. Adam took over again to apply the ice between Laura's legs before, finally, she sat up and shook her head. I helped her, still blindfolded, to her feet, but she slipped through my arms to sit on the carpet. She stayed sightless for the rest of the game, listening to the chorus of sighs and gasps and moans. Some girls were quite loud while others remained stoically silent. Kat was perhaps the most taciturn of all. While awaiting her turn, unlike the others who showed a variety of emotions (mainly impatience, I was relieved to note), she showed — dare I say it? — an icy indifference. So maybe to stir up a more impassioned response, Adam proved quite cold-blooded — okay, no more puns — as he went about his business, and I wantonly followed his lead. Our victim never flinched. As I glided the ice over her flesh, I was impressed at how rock solid were her muscles. She had a flinty toughness matching her steely disposition. When I slid my chunks of ice between her legs, I saw the tendons on her arms tighten and her lips puckered ever so slightly, but she stayed silent and immobile as I ran my fingertips through the wet matted hair — she was unshaven down below — and pushed the ice just a little bit between her folds and held it there. She brought a hand down to brush mine away and I thought she'd found her limit. Instead she pushed the ice further into her body with two fingers. It stayed there until it had completely melted and the frigid water dribbled down the insides of her thighs onto the tabletop. By the end of this game, which James called "Ice-and-Slow", the girls needed a break. It was closing in on midnight, and for the first time a few of the couples engaged in some dalliance. No one could blame the guys in particular for taking the opportunity for a bit of intimate caressing and fondling, but everyone stayed in the room, and those of us without romantic partners relaxed, chatted, listened to music, drank some more. I was thinking that the CMNF was over; but the girls remained naked. Laura, it didn't surprise me, was holding court with her devotees, talking and laughing with two or three guys at a time. She was sitting cross-legged on the floor, giving her courtiers an unimpeded view of her glorious womanhood. Any trace of the shyness and coyness that she and the other girls might have displayed early in the evening had melted away like the ice cubes. However, the pair who perhaps had the best time of it were Nessa and Julie, a lesbian couple. They were what might be described as a "stud-femme" and "lipstick lesbian", and they conformed to these labels. Nessa had short, spiky hair and came to the party in dungarees and Doc Martens boots. Julie wore a frilly dress and glitter-covered sneakers. Of course, both stripped off their clothes and took an eager part in the games. But those which involved male-female partnering caused an interesting dilemma. Being proudly female, Nessa was happy to be naked and certainly didn't want to be treated as a male. However, during the musical chairs she was one of the seated players. None of the women had any more qualms about performing with her than with the males, and she enjoyed herself as much as the clothing-wearers — if not more. As for the Ice-and-Slow, I wasn't paying attention, being focused on my own task, but assume that Nessa and Julie switched positions. At the end of the games they kissed and cuddled, and appeared more relaxed than the other smooching couples. This was because both were nude; and it reminded me of the mixed message behind CMNF. When the woman is naked and the man fully clothed, that can be interpreted as her asserting herself by expressing her sexuality in its most potent form; or it may be seen as an expression of his dominion over her. For Laura, always in control of her relationships, I could assume it was the former. But then, I had never seen her in make-out mode. And for a mad moment I was tempted to try my luck. Of course I resisted the urge, though it wasn't a matter of chickening out. There was still too much of a familial bond between us. I could gaze upon her naked body, and she seemed pleased to be gazed upon, and I could touch it as part of a game; but there would be no going further. The party continued almost till dawn, albeit more sedately. The highlight was an impromptu round of Ice-and-Slow. Rachel didn't drink alcohol and I was a moderate imbiber, so we were both somberly sober and in need of stimulation. She winked at me, then lay on her back on the coffee table, spreading her arms and legs. It was interesting that she chose the marble top. She grimaced as her bare derriere touched it. As I brushed the ice over Rachel's sleek body and satin-smooth skin, her eyelids flickered and then closed, her lips pursed, her nipples rose and the flesh between her thighs began to twitch. Even with everything which had happened that night, I had never a woman so completely in my thrall. She was softly moaning; her feet began to drum on the floor; her head rolled to one side then the other; but she kept her arms at her side, so that I would have total control. It was extraordinary how she could be so passive and yet, by her responses, so self-assured in guiding me to how far I could go. I decided to be more aggressive, teasing her most tender and sensitive parts. Her eyes opened and connected with mine, and I marveled at how wonderfully vulnerable and sexy she was, lying there naked, writhing and trying to keep from laughing hysterically as I tormented her. And when I passed the cube down over her belly, her right hand moved for the first time, to direct mine over her pubes. I was reluctant to go all the way but she pressed my fingers and the ice into her crease. She bit her lip, but in ecstasy not agony, and she held my hand in place. At the end she sat up and stared at me. For the first time since she had stripped off her clothes, that pretty face showed a tinge of regret. We both struggled for words until she heard Jake's voice and turned away, just not fast enough for me to miss her expression of relief. They left the party not long after. Eventually we all went home. For some time Laura and I did not talk about that night; but nothing seemed to have changed between us. So I decided that it had been just another of her "extreme" adventures. Yet there would be a sequel, and not even anything at the CMNF party prepared me for that. In the meantime, I had my last tute group meeting with Rachel before the end of semester. It was just two days following the party. We convened on the lawn outside Lakeside Hall. Rachel took the lead, businesslike and confident in a discussion about expectations for the year's second half. She was wearing jeans and a sweater; the sun was shining and it was unseasonably warm; but whenever my eyes and hers met she shivered. She quickly looked away with a mischievous smile. I don't know if the others even noticed this. None were aware of what we were recalling — that I had seen our sanguine, take-charge group leader in a different setting, in the flesh, in all her bare-skinned glory. I had gazed upon her exquisite naked torso as she lap-danced for me, had teased that delectable body with cubes of ice, watched the rivulets of meltwater dribble from her breasts and belly. Of course, those were my thoughts. I cannot vouch for Rachel's. Anyway, it was Kat's offbeat persona which gave me the most food for thought. I was struck by how impeccably she embodied that combination of coy and coquettish, provocative and passive, displayed by all the women to some extent. Still, it took a lot of courage to go where they had gone that night. And a way I envied them. Before that evening I would have sworn it would be the males who'd get the most pleasure from the party. And as the night progressed I might have felt superior to the females, wrapped up as I was in the accoutrements of masculinity. But it was impossible to feel any self-importance. We males were really no more than onlookers to the women's experience. Any pleasure we felt was subsumed by theirs. And so this is how it ended, the first leg of a journey into very strange territory.

Sidley Preparatory School by MusingsofPan Chapter 1 A most unusual school. For many years now I have made a business of my fascination with things beautiful and old by acquiring items at estate sales and then selling them to knowledgeable collectors. To me it is a satisfying and lucrative way of life. So it was not unusual when, among other items and pieces of furniture I bought a hansom leather briefcase at a sale in upstate New York. It was several days later as I was examining my new items that I came to the briefcase. The case was the type that was once carried by lawyers and affluent businessmen. The leather was embossed with the gold letters "JKP". When I opened the case, instead of finding it empty as I expected, I discovered what seems to be a report in the form of a letter. I think you may find it interesting and so have copied it here: To Mr. P----: We at the Rockford Investigation Agency are pleased to be working with you on such a sensitive matter. We understand that due to your political and social standing in the community that it is of utmost importance to be sure that the school you choose for your children be of the highest quality and beyond reproach in every way. Therefore we have undertaken a thorough investigation of the Sidley Preparatory School which you are considering. This is the initial report of our investigation. Further reports will be sent as the investigation progresses. From the school brochure we found that Sidley Preparatory School is an exclusive coeducational institution for students over 18 years of age who have graduated high school and want additional preparation for university. It's two year program has a very high academic rating. This was confirmed by the state department of education. The brochure went on to state that over 99% of its graduates are admitted to top level universities, most at third year level. In addition it appears that Sidley Preparatory School goes beyond traditional academics to prepare students for happy and productive lives. As stated in the school brochure: Athletics - a wide variety of sports for girls and boys Social skills - includes practice Sexual skills - includes practice Self confidence with own mind and body - includes nudity Of course the claims in an advertising brochure cannot be taken at face value so we began a more in depth study to obtain first hand information. We arranged for a son, Michael, and daughter, Susan, of members of our staff to enroll at Sidley and keep detailed diaries of their experiences. At the time of this preliminary report, we have received the first sections of the diaries which are compiled into this report. SUSAN's DIARY My acceptance letter said that I was required to arrive at 1:00PM so shortly before that time my parents and I were driving through impressive wrought iron gates toward a large colonial style brick building. We were met by a boy in a blue and white Sidley shirt who looked like an older student. He said to leave my luggage by the car and directed us inside and to a room on the left. When we got in we were met by a pleasant woman who introduced herself as a counselor, Mrs. Wainwright. She discussed the academic program and answered our questions. She said there will be a 2:00PM meeting for new female students so it is time for the parents to say goodbye. She explained that it is not possible for my parents to see the specific living arrangements because they have yet to be assigned but she would show them some of the student rooms if they wanted. I walked with my parents out the front door and noticed my luggage had been taken in. We hugged and said goodbye. Mother was worried that I would be homesick but I told her this will be just like summer camp. I promised to call if I had problems and to write. At 2:00PM I entered room 100 and found 20 chairs arranged in a circle. Soon all the new girls had entered and taken seats among much chatter and giggling. A tall elegant woman entered, smiled and said, "Welcome to Sidley. I am Ms. Carter, Dean of women here and I look forward to getting to know each of you. "During your time here you will be expected to excel academically and to participate in all school activities. You will find that Sidley is much different from most post secondary schools. We believe that in addition to being academically prepared, students must also be comfortable with their own bodies and their own sexuality. "Our campus is clothing optional in most areas, with the exception of the pool and athletic areas which are clothing free, and the front reception area which is the only area where clothing is required. Sex between students is not required but it is also not discouraged. However all sex must be protected by both the girl (pill, IUD, etc.) and the boy (condom). Those girls not on the pill be sure to see the school nurse this afternoon. "Anyone can say no to any sexual or other advance and whatever was happening must stop. Any interaction between students must be by mutual consent. When you have your period, wear a tampon. If you have not used a tampon or do not have any, see the school nurse after this meeting. "You will see and be seen by naked boys. Enjoy and satisfy your curiosity. Ask the boys questions and answer their questions. If a boy gets an erection that is a complement to you. He likes what he is seeing. Don't worry about it. There will be a meeting in room 102 at 4:00PM for all new students." I knew that Sidley was different but this is when I began to realize how different. All of us girls gathered around talking about this. Some seemed excited and some apprehensive. To tell the truth, I was not sure how I felt. MICHAEL's DIARY Michael's arrival so similar to Susan's that we will not repeat it here. We will begin with Michael's new boys meeting with the Dean of Men, Mr. Harris. We new boys were seated in a circle, Mr. Harris rose and introduced himself. He went on to say, "You will find Sidley different from other post secondary schools in that nudity is normal here, clothing is optional. This is to develop the habit of being comfortable with your body in all situations. You will see nude girls. It is alright to look and even ask questions if there is something you wish to know. However you must have the girl's permission to touch her. No grabbing at girls in clothes or nude. "Don't worry if you get an erection. This is normal and nothing to hide. Sex with other students is allowed but only in private and by mutual consent. Be very sure the other person wants your touching or sex. Touching or sex without permission will result in immediate expulsion from Sidley. You must use a condom for sex. You will find a supply of them in your room and we will go over how to use them later. "If a girl has a string hanging from her vagina do not make any comment. She is menstruating which is normal for girls but they find it embarrassing. Don't have sex with a girl during the five days or so while she has her string though other touching is OK." Just before 4:00 PM I entered room 102 and found a larger circle of chairs. Boys and girls were coming in, some sitting down and some standing with lots of anxious chatter. Mr. Harris and Ms. Carter walked in and asked for quiet. They instructed everyone to take a seat so they are arranged boy, girl, etc. There were 20 new boys and 20 new girls. Mr. Harris started the meeting saying, "This is your introduction to the culture at Sidley. We will go around the room. When it is your turn stand up, remove all your clothes, tell us your name and where you are a from, then sit down on the towel you found on your chair. I will start." With that Mr. Harris, who is a good looking man in his early 30s walked into the circle. He removed his shoes and socks then unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. Then his undershirt revealing a smooth, well muscled chest. He unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers and slid them off. Last he pulled off his boxers to reveal a large but flaccid penis. There were nervous gasps from some of the girls. He said, "I am Mr. Harris, Dean of Men and originally from New Jersey." As Mr. Harris carried his clothes out of the circle of chairs, Ms. Carter walked into the circle, looked around and smiled. She kicked off her shoes grasped her top and pulled it over her head. She smiled again as she reached behind her to unclasp her bra. The bra slid off revealing beautifully shaped breasts to the rapt attention of all the boys and most of the girls. She unzipped and unbuttoned her skirt, let it slide to the floor and stepped out of it. Her blue thong panties were almost see through. She grasped her panties at each side of the waist and pulled them off showing her vulva was shaved bare. There was a gasp from the students. She said, "I am Ms. Carter, Dean of Women and I come from Boston." She then looked at a rather large boy to her left and said, "I believe it is your turn." If you can imagine a deer in the headlight look, you know how he looked. He had obviously enjoyed Ms. Carter's strip because of the bulge in the drone of his pants. Realizing he had no choice, he reached down and pulled his green polo shirt over his head. His torso was well structured with six pack abs. As he hesitated Ms. Carter said, "Continue." He slowly unbuckled his belt and undid his pants. Then, realizing he could not remove his trousers with his shoes on, he bent to remove them. By the time his pants were off his erection was gone so there was no bulge in his white briefs. With an embarrassed look he pulled off his briefs, straightened up and addressed the group, "I am Jim Powell and am here from Wilmington." He sat looking pleased with himself that he could do this. The girl next to Jim was a small blond with long hair and a shy smile. She muttered, "Here goes.", and stood kicking off her shoes. She unbuttoned her blouse and slid it off her arms revealing a white well filled bra. She slipped each arm out of its bra strap then pulled the bra down and turned it around to unhook it. Her breasts, while not being large, looked quite ample on her small frame. They stood out with no sag even without the bra. She then unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and with much wiggling managed to slide them down her legs. Her yellow panties were brief but not quite thongs. She hocked a thumb in the waist elastic on each side and slid them down bending over which gave Jim a nice view. She straightened up, turned all the way around showing a shaved vulva with a small landing strip above, and stated, "My name is Marcie Jordan. My home is Albany." This continued around the room with some students bolder than others. I had never seen a naked girl my own age so I was very interested in the variety of bodies. When my turn came I knew there was no avoiding this and that many of the other boys had erections which had not caused comment. Still it was very strange taking my clothes off in a room full of other kids, half of whom are girls. OK, I was terrified! Anyway, I got through it and soon was sitting naked on my towel. SUSAN'S DIARY WOW! I had never seen a penis before and here I was in a room that was increasingly full of them! It was also interesting comparing the girls figures. I had seen very few of my friends naked and then only for a short time while changing. I was getting quite an education already. Some of the girls had full pubic hair, some trimmed short, but most were shaved clean or with a small landing strip. Boobs were everywhere from barely there to very large. Penises were small and large. Some looked quite different, which I found out later was due to being circumcised or not. My turn was coming up and I was squirming. Could I really do this? When the boy before me sat down I gulped and stood. I unbuttoned the nice white top that I though would be perfect for my first day of a new school. OK, now it was get serious time, I reached back and unhooked my bra. My boobs are full and nicely rounded though not overly large and by now my nipples were hard. I smiled nervously, hoping they would compare well with the other girls. I undid the back zipper of my skirt and stepped out of it when it slid down to the floor. There I was in my semitransparent white panties. I stepped out of my shoes and then slid my panties down slowly bending at the waist, knowing I was giving the boys behind me quite a show. I was glad I shaved my pussy last night. I said my name and hometown then finally sat on my towel, crossing my legs. Once everyone was naked Mr. Harris and Ms. Carter entered the circle with a bag. Mr. Harris said, "By now I believe you all know much more about the clothing optional culture here at Sidley, and the variety of bodies of both your own and the opposite sex, and are beginning to get more comfortable with your own body. "Now will all the girls look at the boy on your left and all the boys look at the girl on your right. Say hello to your new roommate. Ms. Carter and I will distribute the room keys." There was total silence and then a gasp from everyone. We knew Sidley was liberal about nudity and sex but we were not expecting this! This was more mixer than anyone was prepared for. The boy on my right looked very good with a muscular build and a nice face. I was pleased with that but also scared. When each student had a room key with the same room number on each boy girl pair, Ms. Carter made the following announcement, "Carry your clothes to your rooms. You are to remain nude until tomorrow morning when you may stay nude or wear clothes in the clothing optional areas. All students sleep nude. Your class schedules will be in your rooms. Do not get too attached to your roommate as roommates will change each term to give you more experience. The nurse is waiting for those who need to see her. Welcome to Sidley. Dinner will be at 6:30 in the dining hall. Are there any questions?" A girl with short brown hair raised her hand and asked, "Must we have sex?" Mr. Harris answered,"No, sex is never required and only allowed when both partners want it. If you or anyone says no, that is the end of whatever is happening. You are not under any obligation to have sex. If this becomes a problem, please see your counselor." My roommate was named Danny. We both gathered up our clothes and went to find room 412. I was not prepared for what we found when we entered our home for this term. There were two closets, two desks, two chairs, two book shelves, but one double bed! Danny seemed to be a nice guy but I just met him! He looked speechless as well. He said, "Well this is different." "It certainly is." I said. "Which desk and closet do you want?" We spent the next hour or so busily arranging out things, studying our class schedules, and trying not to be awkward. Both of us were way out of our comfort zones. We chatted about anything we could think of. MICHAEL's DIARY My new roommate smiled and told me her name was Samatha but to call her Sam. We picked up our clothes and headed for room 423. It was a surprise when I saw only one bed. I thought what if she won't have sex, how will I get any sleep laying next to a naked girl I can't touch? What If she wants more sex than I can handle, how will I live it down? She probably expects me to make the first move, but what should I do? My brain was spinning! I did not know what to do. After we got our stuff unpacked I decided to go pee before dinner. I left Sam and went down the hall. I found a door with a sign that had both male and female symbols. No other doors that looked like bathrooms. A guy in front of me went in so I followed. There was a row of stalls on the right wall and a counter of sinks with a long mirror on the left wall. No urinals. Two girls were at the sinks, the guy I followed went into a stall. My first experience with a unisex bathroom so I went into a stall and peed. When I came out I heard water splashing at the far end of the room and got curious. Walking down there I found a small tiled room with wood benches and clothes hooks on the walls. Through the far door I could see a large open tiled shower room with many shower heads along the walls. Two boys and one girl were taking showers. When I got back to our room I explained the bathroom layout to Sam. Her comment was, "This place gets weirder and weirder." We started to leave for dinner when Sam said, "Don't forget your towel to sit on." I had gotten comfortable being naked and forgot about it. Sam agreed that it was surprising how quickly we were getting used to being without clothes. We got in the cafeteria line and noticed all the new students naked. The upper class kids were a mixture of naked, clothes, topless, and some in underwear. It seemed that optional was really optional. The food was good. I got the roast beef and Sam got a large salad. We took our trays over and sat with a table of new students. Everyone agreed that it seemed strange to be eating naked in public but the general opinion seemed to be that it was cool. After dinner we watched TV for awhile in the common room and then back to our room. Now I did not know what to do. I did know that I would get no sleep at all naked in bed with a good looking naked girl and afraid to touch her. But I did not know if she was ready for anything sexual. So far we had been very casual with each other. At this point we both seemed to be doing things to look busy and kill time. Finally I decided a direct approach was best and said, "Sam, we need to talk. I don't know how you feel about this situation, but I think you are very sexy and I very much want to touch you all over and more. She looked at me, smiled, and said, "That sounds good to me. Just let me run to the bathroom and then let's see where your plan takes us." I stretched out on the bed with a huge erection. When she came back, Sam climbed on top of me without saying a thing. I rolled so we were side by side and grasped her breast. I said, "Remember, you can say stop at any time." She reached down, took hold of my cock and told me, "That goes for you too. I may wear you out." I played with her nipples while she stroked my cock. Then my hand went down to her very wet pussy. She moaned and arched her back as my finger slid up her slit looking for her clit. Both of us were breathing heavy when she put her hand on mine and said, "Wait. Where are those rubbers?" We found the package of condoms in a drawer. She wanted to put one on me so after some fumbling about, we got the foil open and she rolled one down my cock. "Now," she said, "I want you inside me." I rolled on top of her, between her spread legs and wondered how I would find the right hole. It was surprisingly easy. I pushed down her wet and slippery slit and my cock seemed to find her entrance on its own. I slid in easily at first, then met some resistance. When I pushed through it was easy going all the way in. She looked up, smiled and said, "Now I am a woman!" It felt warm and soft and wonderful and the thought of being in her vagina was driving me crazy. I started pushing in and out slowly but soon my body took over and increased the pace. I could feel Sam rising to meet me as I went in. Before I knew it I felt Sam's vagina contracting in spasms. That pushed me over the edge and I came harder than ever before. When I got my breath and could think straight I told her, "That was amazing!" She replied, " Yes, and we have the whole school term." SUSAN's DIARY There was time for me to get a shower before dinner so I grabbed my bag of shower stuff and headed down the hall. By this time it did not seem strange to go out in the hall naked because most of the other kids were naked. I spotted some girls with the telltale string hanging between there legs and wondered how they were going to make it through the night. I was looking for the girls bathroom but instead found one with both male and female symbols. This is interesting. I went in and found the usual bathroom layout with both boys and girls in the room. I hung my towel on a hook and went into a large shower room with no partitions or curtains. No privacy at all. There were three other girls and two guys showering. Each going about there business as if this was the most normal thing in the world. So I went ahead and took my shower. No one bothered me or stared at me. At dinner, Danny and I sat with other new students. You could tell because everyone at the table was naked. We compared our first experiences at Sidley. Everyone was having some problems getting into the Sidley culture but I did not hear anyone say they wanted to leave. We were all on a great adventure. After dinner Danny and I took a walk together and checked out the campus. There was a large lawn and athletic field that was not visible from the front drive because of a high wall. There was also an indoor pool, gym, and a room with exercise equipment. A separate building connected by a covered hall held classrooms and lecture halls. The school seemed very well equipped. Once back in our room, Danny was obviously very nervous. He flitted about the room looking at this and straightening that. I decided I best take charge of the situation before he had a heart attack. I sat on the foot of the bed and asked him to come sit next to me. I looked in his eyes and said, "Danny, I want you to touch me here." At the same time I took his hand and placed it on my right boob. My already hard nipple reacted to his touch with a wave of pleasure that went down between my legs. I took his other hand and put it on my left boob. Then I put my arms around his neck, leaned back and enjoyed heaven. Soon I could not take it any more so I took the hand that was on my left boob, opened my legs and put his hand on my pussy. I gasped with the feeling of his fingers exploring my slit. I reached down and grasped Danny's very hard cock. He seemed to enjoy this as much as I was enjoying his hands on me. Danny said, "I'm about to cum." I jumped back and said, "Not yet. I want you to cum inside me." I went to the drawer with rubbers, pulled one out, tore open the foil but could not figure out what to do the little rubber disk. Danny showed me how to roll it down his cock. Then I pushed him down on his back, straddled him, and guided his cock into me as I sat down. I have never felt anything so wonderful as being filled by that cock! I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feeling as I moved up and down. He started moving up against me harder and harder until I could feel him cum with a shudder. Oh shit I thought. He can't stop now. I climbed off as he got soft and slid out of me. I asked, "Can you get hard again? I need more." He said, "Just give me a minute." He got up, pulled off the used rubber and replaced it with a fresh one. I lay on the bed and he lay by my side. He was stroking my pussy while I stroked his cock. Fortunately his cock was soon hard again. I think I would have killed him if it stayed soft and useless. I lay on my back and opened my legs. He got the hint and was soon on top and inside me. This time it was slower but wonderful feeling him fill me as I built to a climax. Finally I my whole body shuttered as I wrapped my legs around him pulling him in. I think he may have cum again but I am not sure of that. When we came back to earth, he wrapped his arms around me and said, "Now maybe we can get some sleep." SUSAN's DIARY I awoke the next morning still tangled up with Danny. It was nice. I got out of bed and started my morning preparations. I decided to wear some clothes to class. Panties, shorts and a halter top. No bra. Breakfast was quick, then off to algebra. Ugh! This school is not all fun and sex. Next English lit. Then it was time for gym. We gathered in the gym. It was a co-ed class, not just girls. Ms. Anderson, the gym teacher addressed the class, "Gym classes are all in the nude. Leave your clothes in a locker and report to the gym. We will do some warm up exercises and then volleyball. Volleyball was fun. Watching the cocks and boobs bounce was even more fun. And I have to say showering after the game was easy since everyone was naked. Boys and girls all naked in the shower. I could get used to this. At lunch I sat with other first year girls discussing our new experiences. We agreed that the class work is really advanced and we will have to work hard to keep up. Most also agreed that the naked part is really cool. The afternoon classes American History followed by Beginning Spanish went by quickly. The last class on the schedule for the day was Sex Education and said to bring a towel. OK, what more can they teach us about sex? When I entered, the large room was set up with four circles of ten chairs each. Students were milling about talking nervously. Mrs. Carter came in and told us to find our roommate and sit next to each other. Mr. Harris entered as we got seated. Ms. Carter explained, "Part of a well adjusted and happy life is to be able to have a fulfilling sexual relationship. For this, you need to understand sex. We do not know how much each student knows so we will begin with the basics. To start, everyone take your clothes off and sit on your towel. In the future have all your clothes off at the beginning of class so we can start right away." I thought, OMG! I am getting used to this! Mr. Harris said, "We will start with the basic differences. Everyone stand and face your partner. Girls, observe the differences such as wider shoulders, thicker waist, more body hair, and smaller butt. "Now girls, sit down and boys walk up to your partner. Girls take his penis in your hand and look at it. If the end is covered by skin, he is not circumcised. You can pull that skin cover back. The small slit at the end is the urethrae. The underside of the shaft is very sensitive so a great way to pleasure him is to stroke or lick the underside. By now his penis should be hard. "Lift his penis and you will find his scrotum. Gently feel this sack and you will feel his testicles inside. This is where his sperm are grown. When he is fully erect, his penis can emit sperm but not urine so he cannot pee inside you." This was fun! A chance to examine a boy when he is not all over me. His cock was hard but the end was soft and felt good to touch. I had never handled a boy's balls before. That was cool. Jean, a short girl with brown hair raised her hand, "Mr Harris, why is his penis curved?" Mr. Harris answered, "That is so it will rub more on your vaginal walls to give you both more pleasure." Everyone laughed. Ms. Carter took over now. "Now boys sit and girls, stand and face your partner. Boys, observe the female differences such as narrow shoulders, narrow waist but wider hips. As I am sure you have observed already girls breasts come in many sizes and shapes. Touch your partner's breasts and notice how soft they are. Now with your fingers gently squeeze her nipples noticing how stiff they are. Use your mouth to lick and suck on them. Girls nipples get stiff when she is sexually excited, just like your penis." I wasn't sure I liked the idea of being examined at first, but when he put his mouth on my nipples I was getting wet and ready even with all the other people in the room. However, the next step made me hesitate and gulp! Ms. Carter said, "The female pubic area is not as easy to see as the male so girls we need you to lie on the floor, legs apart and knees bent. Boys get down on the floor between her legs so you can see her slit. Her arousal is not as obvious as yours but you should see her lips are puffy and wet. Stroke her outer lips with your fingers." I started moaning and raising my hips. I think all of the girls did that. Ms. Carter went on, "Open her outer lips with your fingers and you will find her inner lips. They are thin. Open her inner lips. At the top her inner lips form a hood and in that hood is her clitoris. Her clitoris is even more sensitive than your penis, touch it gently with your finger." By now all us girls were panting, moaning, and squirming. Ms. Carter went on, "Look down about an inch from her clitoris and you will find a small opening. This is her urethrae where she pees. Moving down to the bottom of her slit you find a larger opening, her vagina, this is where she fucks and will some day have babies. It is also sensitive. Insert one or two fingers into her vagina. If there is a string coming out, only insert until you feel her tampon." I couldn't have cared less how many people were in the classroom, I wanted him in me. But that was not to be. The class ended so we all gathered our clothes and ran for our rooms with our partners. MICHAEL's DIARY The school day went by like most other school days except that not everyone wore clothes. Several of the girls went topless, but it didn't take long before that became normal. The major difference was that I did not have to imagine what the girls look like naked. But the Sex Ed class was really something else! I found myself standing in front of Sam with her stroking my cock and holding my balls. It felt incredible and if it had gone on much longer I would have cum. Then, even better, I got to explore Sam's body. I had never been able to look closely at a pussy before. It was amazing! Sam was getting very wet and breathing hard while I was so excited I could barely contain myself. When class was over, Sam and I hurried back to our room without putting our clothes on and headed straight for the bed. We each lay on our sides facing one another but head to crotch so I was facing her pussy and she my cock. Our upper legs were open with the knees bent so we could continue examining each other. It wasn't long before I asked Sam, "You remember how to put a condom on me?" She retrieved one from the drawer and said, "I heard this is a fun way to do it." With that she put the rolled up condom between her lips and rolled it down my cock with her mouth. That felt great! Being equally interested in trying new things, I asked her to get on her hands and knees. Then I found that sliding into her was easy. While pumping, I could reach around and hold her swinging boobs or stroke her clit. SUSAN'S DIARY The next morning I awoke with the wonderful feel of Danny's bare skin against mine. I would have been happy to lay in bed but we had to get ready for the day. I was gathering my stuff to head for the bathroom when Danny reminded me, "At the end of Sex Ed class yesterday we were told to have our pubes shaved today. I think that might be more fun if I shaved you and you shaved me." That sounded both exciting and scary. We headed for the bathroom together and after peeing in next door stalls where we could hear each other, we met in the shower room. Once wet, I sat on the floor while Danny stood in front with one foot on either side of my legs. After lathering him up I held his cock out of the way with one hand and carefully shaved with the other. It got more difficult when I got to his balls but by that time he was hard so I found that I could push his cock up out of the way with my forehead and use both hands to move his sack while I shaved. It was fun. Danny rinsed off and sat on the floor as I had. I was worried about letting him work with a sharp instrument down there but I stood in front of him in the same way he had stood for me. The thought of him looking at my pussy excited me and the feel of his touch was very nice. Once he had done my front he had me move closer with my feet far apart so he could get underneath. My juice was running down my legs but I didn't care. MICHAEL'S DIARY The class work is really hard here. They expect you to read and know the work before you get to class so class is just to answer questions and review. I am struggling to keep up but Sam is helping. When we aren't fucking we go over the work together. Not much to report about the next day until Sex Ed class. It is always different. The instructor started by saying, "Now that you know about your partner's body it is time to move on to ways to please your partner. Sexually pleasing your partner is an essential part of a well balanced life but unfortunately one that is seldom emphasized and very seldom taught. Today we will work on oral sex." She then had the girls lie on their backs with cushions under their butts, knees bent and legs open. She said it was the girls job to tell her partner what felt good and what she wanted. We boys were then instructed to get between her legs and start by licking her slit. I started gently and Sam put her hands on my head to pull me in closer. Soon my tongue was between her lips and she lifted my head so my tongue would touch her clit at the top of the stroke. This was really getting me going and I could tell Sam was into it by the way her hips were moving. Sam gasped, "Put your fingers in me." So I put two fingers in her vagina while I continued to lick, paying more attention to her clitoris. It wasn't long before my fingers felt fast contractions and she was pushing her pussy into my face. When she subsided I looked up and saw a contented smile on her face. "Thanks," she sighed. Next the instructor had us boys stand and the girls kneel on their cushions in front. The girls started by caressing our cocks, then licking the underside, next running their tongues around the head. Finally putting their mouths around the cock while stroking the base with their hands. By the time Sam got into a slow in and out rhythm I was so worked up I told her I was about to cum. She pulled off and squeezed the base of my cock tightly as she had been told until I calmed down. Then she resumed her ministrations and I returned to heaven. The next time I told her I was about to cum she increased her speed and soon I was pumping my load into her mouth. I don't know how she did it but she managed to swallow it all. Sam looked very proud of herself when she looked up at me. SUSAN'S DIARY When our teacher announced that would be doing oral sex I was terrified. Of course I have heard about oral sex but I have never tried it. All the boys I have been with wanted to go straight for my vagina. I wasn't sure I would be able to do this. No, I was sure I would not be able to do this. My head was spinning but my pussy was warming up to the idea. I was glad we started with the girls receiving because I did not have to do much. I lay back completely exposing myself which always excites me. When I felt Danny's tongue on my pussy lips I was really enjoying it. I had never felt anything like this before. It is not like touching myself or a boy touching me. This was a different and wonderful sensation. I told Danny how to lick round and round my clit. It wasn't long before I was gushing and had an orgasm. Wow! Danny looked up with his face soaked but he seemed to like it. Now came the part I was worrying about. Would I gag or bite him or do something else wrong? But he gave me so much pleasure that I had to try. I knelt in front of Danny and started making love to his cock and balls. It was fun fun to see how I could control him this way. Also I very much like a good penis. I decided here goes, opened my mouth wide, and put him in. It was warm and and very nice. I had my hand on the base of his cock so it would not go to deep for me. I alternated moving it in and out with running my tongue around it and felt him responding. Danny told me he was going to cum and I couldn't wait. I felt him tense and then my mouth was filled with warm salty cum. Not bad tasting in fact I kind of liked it. I was able to swallow some but much ran down my chin. Danny was panting as if he had been running. I am now a fan of oral sex. Mr. P this is all of the reports we have received to date. As the school year progresses we expect to receive more reports which we will forward to you. Our only comment at this time is that students at Sidley appear to be receiving a more complete education than other schools provide. Sincerely, Johnathan Rockford Principal, Rockford Investigation Agency

Sinful by Altan Sinful (part 1) The day Tom won the Big Game, his life changed. Wouldn’t your life change when you suddenly would win over $100,000,000? Of course it would! Tom wasn’t stupid, though. He knew his life would never be the same, but he wasn’t going to ruin it. No, not Tom. The first thing he did was stepping into the office of one of the big accounting firms in town. “I won the Big Game,” he said to the girl behind the counter, “and I need someone to take care of it.” Within minutes, he was taken to the office of one of the managing partners. He looked the elderly gentleman straight in the eyes. “What is your commission?” he asked. The accountant started talking about investment strategies and tax options, but Tom interrupted him. “I am about to give you control over more than one hundred million dollars,” he said, “and I am going to make it easy. At the end of each year, you will receive one percent of whatever the ending balance is. In return, you guys take care of everything. We can work the details out later. I will come back tomorrow with my lawyer, and you will have a contract ready that I can understand and that my lawyer will OK. If not, I will go next door.” “One more thing,” he added as he started to turn to the door. “I want an account representative who is pretty and not prude.” * * * The next day, Tom returned to the accountant firm followed by two attractive brunets. Within seconds, a tall dark-skinned business woman approached him. “Hi, I’m Sarah,” she introduced herself. “I will be your rep. Will you please follow me to my office?” While she led them to a bare office, Tom examined her from behind. She must be almost six feet tall, with long, slender legs that she showed off below the short skirt. She motioned them to sit while she asked, “Can I get you something to drink? Coffee, soda, something stronger?” “Coffee will be fine, thank you,” Tom replied. “Black, please.” His company also ordered and moments later Sarah came back with a tray that obviously had been prepared in advance. She put the tray down on the low coffee table and started poring the cups. Tom looked at the full breasts that were hanging loose in her jacket. He was imagining touching their soft, warm flesh, slowly kneading them. He could almost feel the nipple hardening, the tension rising. With a start, he realized that she was handing him his coffee, and quickly accepted it. A moment later, Sarah was handing out copies of the contract and then sat down herself. While the lawyers examined the paperwork, Sarah asked him what he intended to do with his money. Tom smiled. “I don’t quite know,” he said, “but I do know what I will do until I figure that out.” “And what is that?” “I’m going to buy a nice house with some land around it, and I’m going to put a fence around it. At the gate will be a sign that reads ‘Clothing optional. Enter at your own risk.’ And I will get a bunch of servants with many beautiful girls among them.” “And then?” Sarah asked. “I’ll have parties,” he said. “Wild parties. I don’t know what yet, but I’ll think of something.” Sarah smiled. “I may have some ideas there if you ever need them,” she said while she un-crossed her legs. She parted them slightly, allowing Tom to follow the curve of her upper thigh even further. “You do?” he asked, feeling his excitement rise. “Huh-huh,” she answered, parting her legs some more. “I can see you are not prude,” he volunteered. “Nope,” she said, and spread her legs really apart. To his surprise, Tom found that she was not wearing panties either. In fact, she had just a thin line of pubic hair on her otherwise bald pussy. One of the brunettes looked up from the documents she was studying. She looked at Tom, then at Sarah. “Is it me, or is it hot in here?” she asked. Without waiting for an answer, she started opening the buttons of the white shirt she was wearing, and didn’t stop until all the buttons were undone. “Gina,” the other brunette asked, “what do you make of section three-fourteen?” Gina returned to her paperwork while Tom looked at her small, almost childish breast that was now exposed. He had made a similar remark about prudeness at the lawyer’s office and it seemed to have worked too. He wished he had taken more time to get to know his two lawyers, Gina and Carla, before heading over to the accountancy firm. Meanwhile, Sarah had gotten up and walked over to Gina. “Which section do you mean?” she asked, pointing to a sheet Gina was studying. “This one?” In pointing, Sarah’s arm brushed Gina’s exposed breast, and Gina looked up in surprise. When she saw Sarah smiling down at her, she smiled back. “Yes, that is the one,” she answered. Sarah looked down closer at the document. After a second, Gina let her free hand slide up Sarah’s leg to her pussy. Slowly, she began massaging her clit. Now it was Sarah’s turn to let out a small gasp of surprise. She looked back at Gina, who now had a big grin on her face. While he was watching the scene unfold, Tom suddenly felt a hand in his pant. He looked to his other side and saw that Carla had put the papers away and was looking at him intently. “You like this?” she asked. This was too much for Tom. The excitement had been building all morning, and now he was quickly coming to a climax. When Carla opened his pants and took his member in her mouth, he couldn’t hold back any longer and shot off his load right there. She quickly swallowed twice, then continued licking him clean. “I guess you do,” she whispered. Later, Tom would have only a faint recollection of the rest of the meeting. He knew Gina and Sarah must have both come shortly after he did, and after that they wrapped the meeting up quickly. The lawyers took the contract proposal with them and left a message later that day that the contract looked good. The next day, Tom returned the signed copy. Sinful (part 2) Tom’s life changed the day he won the Big Game. He never really expected to win, but of course he had dreamed about it, and his dreams had been practical. So the first thing Tom did was hire a lawyer and an accountant. Over night he had become a star customer of the most prestigious accounting firm in town. Now he was coming in for his second appointment. After discussing the contract yesterday, he was now ready to work out his financial plans. He went up the elevator to the fourteenth floor and entered through the glass doors. The girl behind the counter recognized him. “Sarah will be right here,” the receptionist said. Sarah was his account representative. He had met her the day before and she had proved to be much more than a good accountant. He was looking forward to getting to know her better. Within a few moments, Sarah entered the lobby. Tom looked appreciative as she approached him. She was a tall woman with long legs and a taut body. She was wearing a short-sleeve white shirt and a tight beige skirt. Although not transparent, the shirt material was thin enough to show the outline of her firm breasts. It was obvious that she was not wearing a bra and the hard points of her nipples were bouncing deliciously as she moved. She held out her hand and welcomed him with a warm smile. “I have reserved the conference room,” she said. “That gives us more room to work than my office.” He followed her through what seemed a maze or corridors to one of the conference rooms at the front of the building. The view from the fourteenth floor was breathtaking, as the office was at the edge of the downtown business district and there were no other tall buildings in sight. When he turned back, a tray with refreshments had appeared and Sarah had spread out her paperwork. Tom sat down and looked at her. “Where do we start?” he asked. She looked up and smiled. “Let me close the door first,” she said, and started to rise. “Can we leave the door open, please?” Tom asked, “I don’t like the feeling of, you know, being locked in.” That was of course a blatant lie. It wasn’t the idea of being locked in that had crossed Tom’s mind, but the thought of where this meeting might lead and how exciting it would be if someone would happen to see some of that. “Unfortunately, we have a rule that doors must be closed when we are meeting with a client,” she answered. “My boss would be angry if I would leave the door open.” Tom was about to say that it wasn’t that big a deal, when he realized that her eyes were actually begging him to make a scene. This surprised Tom, he had never before been able to guess what a woman wanted. He decided to gamble that his hunch was right. After all, he didn’t really have anything to loose. “I’m sorry,” he said, “but I’ll have to go somewhere else then. I just can’t be in a meeting with a closed door.” She managed to look doubtful. “Well, if you insist...” “Oh yes, I definitely insist,” Tom stressed. “That door will have to be open.” “In that case, I guess the client is king. Now, what exactly can I do for you?” They started discussing the financial details. While Sarah was explaining the tax implications of winning the lottery, she absent mindedly played with a button on her shirt. Soon, that button sprung open and her fingers were playing with the next one. After a while, Tom stretched and said, “let’s take a break for a moment.” He walked over to the windows to look out. “How far can you see from here,” he asked, turning around. Sarah had turned her chair and sat leaning back, watching him. She had put her left foot on her right knee, exposing her pussy. “What are you thinking,” Tom asked when he saw her looking at him. “Talking about money turns me on,” she said, “that’s why I became an accountant. Talking about lots of money...” “Turns you on big time,” Tom finished for her. She smiled. “Well, let’s get some more coffee and discuss some more money then.” Sarah got up and left the room to get a new pot of coffee. When she came back, Tom saw that she hadn’t closed any of the buttons of her shirt. Her jiggling breasts had become very visible. He reached up and softly stroke her breasts when she leaned over him to pour him a fresh cup of coffee. Softly, he pinched the hard nipples until he noticed the coffee overflowing his cup. “Oops,” she said, “I got distracted for a moment.” Deftly, she got a napkin and cleaned up the spill, then sat back down opposite him. “I wonder,” he said, slowly sipping the hot coffee, “does the dress code over here allow you to dress like this?” “Oh no, it doesn’t,” Sarah answered. “I got special dispensation. Employees handling important clients often get a note in their personnel file relaxing certain rules. In fact, I had to sign a statement saying that I was aware that this account would require extraordinary duties, that I was aware I could refuse this assignment at any time and that such refusal would not affect my career perspectives, and so on, and so on.” “Oh.” Tom thought for a moment. “If I would ask you to take your clothes off, would you do that?” he continued. “Would you insist?” she asked. “No.” “If I said to my boss you had insisted, would you tell on me?” This surprised Tom. Again, she seemed to be pleading with him. “Well, no, I guess not,” he answered hesitantly. She got up, slowly undid the last of the buttons of her shirt and dropped it to the floor. Next, she opened the zipper of her skirt and dropped that too. Then she sat down again. Tom’s mouth had fallen open and he was trying to get a grip on himself. If this was what being rich looked like, he didn’t mind at all! Sarah was sitting opposite him, elbows on the table, resting her chin on her hands, waiting. “Boy, I think I can use something stronger than coffee,” he exclaimed. “Whiskey?” she asked and when he nodded she got up, walked out of the room still naked, and got back a minute later with a glass and a bottle. “I had to get this from the president’s office,” she apologized while she filled his glass. “They don’t keep any of the strong stuff in the kitchen.” Tom took a big gulp of the golden liquid and felt the warmth spreading inside him. His racing heart started to calm down and he tried to concentrate on money matters. It wasn’t easy, but Sarah seemed to think being naked was the most natural thing in the world. That helped. They were almost done anyway. The biggest issue was taxes, or rather, how to avoid paying too much of them. Without planning, he would hardly get fifty million out of the jackpot advertised at over one hundred fifty million, she explained. He had expected taxes to hit in, but not that hard. With Sarah’s help, he could expect to keep more than 80 million. A comfortable amount. The accounting firm would manage the investments and would provide him with the cash and credit he would need. One of the first things Tom wanted to do with his new wealth is buy a house, then have it furnished and hire the staff to take care of it. Sarah would work closely together with him to make this whole process go smooth. Finally, they got up and Sarah walked around the table. Tom took her hand, then pulled her close and kissed her. She pressed her body at his and kissed him back—eagerly. With his free hand he fondled her warm, soft breast. He stroke the outside, then the inside, letting his fingers draw closer and closer circles around the nipple. The moment his fingers touched the nipple, he felt her body shudder. He squeezed it, a little bit at first, then harder. It felt like a small pebble, so hard had it become. She continued to press herself close to him, shaking with delight. They held the embrace for minutes. From the corner of his eyes he saw people walking by in the corridor outside, and he wondered what they must be thinking. They probably had never seen anything like that before in the meeting room. Finally, they broke the embrace. They were both panting, and Sarah was still shaking a bit. “You will be back tomorrow then, to sign the papers?” she whispered, looking him straight in the eyes. “Or I can come over to your place?” “No, here is fine,” Tom answered, thinking about the people around them. “I’ll be here tomorrow morning, before I go to the realtor.” She smiled her radiant smile, then said, “Let me show you out.” Naked as she was, she walked along the cubicles and through the corridors. There were people everywhere trying not to stare. Many looked away or pretended to look right through them. Some of the men could not hide a smile. It seemed to Tom that they took a longer way back to the elevators, but maybe his excited state that just made it seem longer. The receptionist politely said “Goodnight, sir!” when they passed. She nodded at them, then continued with her work as if she had naked women parade by every day. Finally, the elevator arrived. Sarah threw him one last smile when he got in, then the doors closed and Tom was alone again. He almost forgot to leave the elevator at the parking level. Once in his car, he thought back at the meeting and wondered if it all had been a dream. Did she really walk stark naked through the office with him? Had there really been all the promise in that kiss that he thought there was? And the biggest question of them all—was she just trying to please him to earn her bonus, or was there more to it? Or, in other words, was she being a whore or not? Slowly it dawned on Tom that there really wasn’t any difference. He had been taught to think of prostitution as something bad, something wrong. But was there any difference between Sarah taking her clothes off because she wanted his money, or because she wanted to make the client happy, or because she wanted to make him happy? Nobody forced her to do anything, she made her choices because she believed them to be the right thing to do. Was there really a difference between a prostitute, who sold the services of her body for money, and a carpenter, who sold the services of his hands for money, and a manager, who sold the services of his mind for money? Why was prostitution wrong? He really couldn’t remember... Sinful (part 3) Tom’s life changed the day he won the Big Game. It was now almost a week ago and he could barely imagine how boring his life had been before the Event. Tom’s thirty-second birthday was coming up and he had been ready to celebrate with his friends. None of them were real friends, really. He had had a few girlfriends but no lasting relationships. Basically, he was alone, and had started to get used to it. Now he was suddenly rich, and he knew he could have all the “friends” he wanted. But he also knew that many of those so-called friends would be there only for the money. He had been thinking about this dilemma all week, without coming any closer to a solution. Meanwhile, he knew there were a few things he always wanted to do, and now was the chance to do it. One of them was to have a big house and have wild parties. He had always regretted not to have lived in the sixties and seventies, not to have had sex parties in college or done other wild things. Maybe he just was never invited to any of that, but that would change now. And to his surprise, this had already started. These last few days, women had been taking off their clothes for him, and he hadn’t quite known what to do about it. His accountant, for instance, Sarah. Yesterday she had walked him through a crowded office stark naked. He had masturbated with that image in his head as soon as he got to his car, and two more times after he got home. He would be seeing her again in a few moments and was wondering what surprise she would have in store for him today. * * * He felt his dick rise when he entered the elevator. He had decided that, if she could walk around naked, he could walk around without underwear, even though he knew the bulge in his pants would be very visible. His penis pressing at the fabric felt strained and exciting at the same time. The receptionist glanced at his pants, her eyes widening for a moment, but quickly recovered her professional smile. She was young, maybe barely 20, but already had that demeanor as if nothing could upset her. She had sat there yesterday when a naked Sarah walked him to the elevator, and hadn’t moved a muscle. “Sarah asked me to tell you that she is making the last copies of the paperwork right now,” the receptionist announced. “She will be with you in a moment. Her assistant, Lucy, will escort you to the conference room.” That was new, Tom hadn’t heard about an assistant to Sarah before. In fact, he had the suspicion that Sarah hadn’t been much more than an assistant herself before she got to be his accountant. She seemed to know what she was doing, though. Another attractive girl entered the lobby and held out her hand. “Hi, I’m Lucy, Sarah’s new assistant,” she said. “Actually, I’m still in college and just got this job for the summer. I offered to help out with your paperwork.” I wonder why she volunteered, Tom thought, while he shook her hand. She was short but thin, very thin. She was wearing a brand new denim mini skirt and a T-shirt with a large dolphin printed on it. He tried to find evidence of a bra when he followed her to the conference room, but didn’t see any. “You want the door open, right?” she asked. He remembered his veined insistence, yesterday, on not closing the door and quickly agreed. Lucy offered him coffee, then sat down opposite him. Tom was trying to imagine what she would look, walking through the office naked, when Sarah came in. She was wearing a summer dress today, wide and flowing. The two narrow straps were all that covered her shoulder. He realized that her breasts were only barely covered by the thin material of the dress. She was obviously not wearing a bra, but Tom hadn’t expected one. “Hi Tom,” she said and briefly kissed him, then sat down next to Lucy. She put a pile of paper on the table. “This is what we’ll have to go through today.” “All right, show me” he responded. Sarah pushed the first sheet of paper towards him, leaning over the table. She started explaining the form, but instead of looking at the paper, Tom found himself focussing on the two breasts that were hanging in front of him. After a moment, he looked up at her face. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?” he asked. “Am I distracting you?” “Delightfully so,” he agreed. “I hope you are not in any hurry?” “I have all the time in the world,” she smiled, and patiently explained the form again. This time, Tom managed to pay enough attention to understand the form and agree with it. “OK, where do I sign?” he asked. “Lucy, can you get Tom a pen?” Sarah asked her assistant, who walked around the table to hand Tom one of the company’s engraved pens. She then pointed out the signature line on the document. While she was pointing, Tom found himself looking through the short sleeve into her T-shirt, right at her right breast. He swallowed, then signed. Form after form followed, with Sarah explaining the purpose and Lucy pointing out the signature line. Each time, Tom got to look inside her shirt, and he felt his excitement grow. By the time they were halfway through the pile, he asked Lucy, “aren’t you getting tired standing there?” He moved his chair back a bit. Without hesitation, Lucy spread her legs and sat down in his lap, one leg on each side. She weighed almost nothing as she leaned her body towards him. He could smell her hair and the trace of perfume she was wearing. He put his left arm around Lucy’s belly while Sarah explained the next form. Slowly, he slid his hand under her T-shirt and let it move upwards. When it reached the small hump of her firm breast, she giggled and said, “this sure is more fun than delivering the mail!” He softly kept fondling her breast while scanning and signing more papers. After a few minutes, Lucy said, “I seem to be sitting on some kind of a bump, you think can we do something about that?” Tom felt himself get red as he realized what bump Lucy was talking about. She didn’t wait for his answer, though, but got up and opened his zipper. His penis jumped out, standing almost straight up. As if it was the most natural thing in the world, Lucy sat down again, carefully sliding over him. Tom felt his heart almost skip a beat as he felt himself entering her. After a few moments, Lucy started moving her hips slowly, providing enough movement to stimulate his excitement even further. Sarah put away the form she was explaining and looked at them. “You two seem to be having all the fun,” she said. “Lucy, leave something for me, will you?” She got up, walked around the table, and stood in front of Tom. She grabbed his free hand and put it over her pubic area. He started massaging her clitoris through the thin material of the summer dress. Immediately, he could feel her wetness through the dress. He saw her smiling, and realized that was exactly what she had intended. “Everybody will see,” she whispered. “Everybody will see the wet spot, and know where it came from. They will think I’m such a slut!” Using the hand that was now sliding in and out of her, Tom pulled her even closer. Then he started licking and sucking her nipples through her dress, creating two more wet spots. “Oh, yes,” she moaned, and leaned closer. Within seconds, he could feel her come. Keeping up his rubbing and sucking, he felt her juices soaking her dress, and knew there would be a huge stain at the front. Meanwhile, Lucy had intensified her efforts as well, and Tom felt the blood flowing to his already hard dick. He could feel it grow even more inside her, and he could feel the surge starting to build in his groin. His hips were now undulating in Lucy’s rhythm, and he started to loose focus. When Sarah slumped down on the table, exhausted for the moment, Tom started using both his hands to massage Lucy’s small breasts. He had the familiar feeling of the sperm getting ready to go. He knew that with all the masturbating he had done lately, it would only be a small amount of liquid he would be able to produce, but it was coming. “Harder, squeeze harder,” Lucy moaned as she pressed his hands closer to her breasts and moved faster and faster in his lap. Tom squeezed the delicate young breasts as hard as he dared and tried to keep up with her movements. Just as he thought he couldn’t go faster anymore, she arched her back and he knew she was ready. The feeling of the girl coming in his lap was all he needed to push him over the edge. He felt the fluid squeezing from his loin through his erect penis, felt the pressure wave moving through and bursting out of the top into Lucy. He pushed a few more times, then let go, exhausted. Lucy was still panting, but got up from his lap and took off her T-shirt. Now for the first time he could see her perky breasts, see how they were tanned all over. “I want to have stains on my clothes too,” she said, as the started to clean Tom and herself with the shirt. “What is it with you girls,” Tom asked, looking at the two beautiful women he had just had sex with. “Are you all maniacs or something?” Sarah’s face turned serious, and she looked straight at him. “I’ve spend five years of my life, working sixty hours a week or more in a stuffy office, surrounded by stuffy people, shuffling stuffy papers,” she said. “All that time, I was made to feel I was nothing. Nobody knew my name, it was always ‘Hey, you there.’ Now, they know me, and they look at me.” “You know,” she continued thoughtful, “I wasn’t going anywhere here. Now I might still not be going anywhere, but at least I’m having a ball on the way.” She grinned at the thought. Tom just nodded and didn’t answer. He could understand that feeling only too well. It took a few minutes before they all got their strength back and started on the remaining documents. When they were done, Lucy put all of Tom’s copies in a binder and handed it to him. “That’s it,” Sarah said. “You’re ready to go. You should get a new, unlimited, credit card in the mail in a few days, and meanwhile you won’t have to worry about maxing out on your old one. Is there anything else you need?” “Nothing I can think of,” Tom answered. “And if I do, I’ll call. Or I come by the office, if that is O.K.” “Please come by,” Sarah said, grinning. “I’ll tell my boss we can expect you any moment.” Tom smiled too. They would keep making people notice them, he was certain of that. He would soon have to think of an excuse to come over. They walked with him through the office to the elevator. Just like the day before, people were doing their best not to notice anything. But the big, wet, crumpled spot in Sarah’s dress was difficult to overlook, and the wet stains on Lucy’s T-shirt were just as obvious. It was as if they were shouting they had just had sex, and were proud of it. Just thinking about it made Tom’s excitement rise again, and he knew he was looking as conspicuous as they were. But that didn’t bother him, it just added to the excitement. He kissed both women goodbye when the elevator came. When the doors closed, he shook his head. What would be next, he wondered. What would be next... Sinful (part 4) Tom’s life changed the day he won the Big Game. Who would have thought a week ago that he would be buying a house today? After signing all the paperwork at his accountant’s office this morning, he walked into one of the bigger local real estate offices. He had chosen this realtor mainly because he had seen their name under many of the highest priced houses in last week’s Real Estate section of the newspaper. “I would like to talk to the manager here,” he introduced himself to the receptionist. “Tell him I want to buy a multi-million dollar house, I’m sure he will have time.” The receptionist looked doubtful but picked up the phone anyway. “A young gentleman here to see you, sir,” Tom overheard her saying. “He says he wants to buy a multi-million dollar house.” A moment of silence, then “Yes, sir,” and “yes, immediately,” after which she put down the receiver. “Mr. Hammerston will see you in his office,” she announced. “Follow me, please.” The office was in the back of the building. Tom looked around for attractive associates while he followed the receptionist. Most of the women looked older, but there was one young girl he saw, with blond hair and pretty big boobs. She looked up when they passed and smiled pleasantly at him. “Jim,” the manager introduced himself, holding out his hand. “You must be the guy who won the big game. Heard a lot about you.” “You did?” Tom asked surprised. “On TV?” He hadn’t known he was such a celebrity. “No, not on TV. I was playing golf with my friend Jonathan last night, he is the president of an accounting firm here in town, and he told me all about this new client of his.” “Oh,” Tom said, smiling. “Seems like you stirred up things there.” “I did?” Tom asked innocently. “Having one of the associates walk around naked? A pretty one as well, I’m told? What do you think?” Jim now had a big grin on his face. “Do you know that when word got out about that stunt, Jonathan got dozens of applications from people asking for a transfer to his office? And before the day was over, at least five women had volunteered to help out with your account.” “They did? Wow,” Tom exclaimed. “Why would they do that?” “What do I know? But yes, you sure created some excitement there. Are you planning to do the same thing here?” “Well, I don’t know,” Tom stuttered. “I didn’t plan any of this, it just like, you know, happened.” “Too bad,” Jim responded. “We can use some excitement around here. But anyway, what can I do for you?” Putting his mind back to business, Tom explained he wanted to buy a house, kind of secluded, where people wouldn’t have to worry about keeping their clothes on, and where he could throw “wild parties.” “Hmm, I see what you mean,” Jim said, when Tom finished. “At least, I think I do. “Now, it seems there are two ways we can take it from here. I can ask Debbie to show you some houses. You may have seen her in the office. She is young, blond, and I’m sure she’ll do whatever it takes to earn her percentage. “Or I could take you out myself. I may not be young and blond, but I think I might be a lot better at understanding what you want and finding the right house for you.” “Hey, I’m not here for sex,” Tom responded. “What happened at the accountants is wonderful, and I loved every second of it, but that is not what I set out to do. I’d rather take experienced advice than an easy pussy, if you don’t mind me being blunt.” And after a moment’s thought, he added, “but don’t tell that to your accountant friend. The girls there use me as an excuse for their naughty games, and I don’t want to spoil their fun.” “My lips are sealed, sir. Well, in that case, let’s go.” * * * Jim collected a pile of listings from his secretary and Tom followed him to the realtor’s red Explorer. “When we look at these houses,” Jim explained as he started the car, “just tell me what you think. What you like about them, and what not. The more you tell me, the better I understand what you want. Don’t hold anything back.” The first house was a suburban mansion on an acre of grassland. “The house is nice,” Tom said, after walking through it, “but it is all open. I can’t walk around naked here, I would get arrested.” The second house was in the woods, on a five-acre wooded lot. It had an indoor swimming pool, lots of rooms, and was very secluded. “Much better,” Tom commented. “I just wish there was some grass around the house. There is almost nothing you can do outside.” The third house had a large lawn, and a nine-foot high stone fence around it. Nobody would be able to look over that fence. “This one definitely has potential. Just, you know, with that fence, it is almost like a prison. I know, I said before that that other house was too open. But I don’t need a wall like that, I only want to prevent people from accidentally seeing what is going on. If someone wants to look, by all means, let them.” They had lunch in a small diner and then went on for many more houses. Jim seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of energy. Finally, he announced, “this will be the last house. And from what you have said, it might be the best one yet.” They entered through a gate onto a lane with old trees on both sides. The lane widened onto a large lawn, in the middle of which sat a big mansion. Behind the house, the lawn gently sloped down to a lake. A wooden pier went out into the lake. The lake was about half a mile wide and two miles long. On the other side, less than a mile away, was a small town. Tom took one look and knew this was perfect. The immediate neighborhood of the house was deserted, but he was sure people in the town would spy on the mansion. Specially when they knew the kind of things that would be going on. The house itself was large enough to entertain many people. “Can I borrow your cell phone for a moment,” he asked Jim, then dialed his accountant’s office and spoke with Sarah. “Listen, can you possibly come over here?” he asked. “I’m looking at this house, and I love it, but I want a second opinion. You’re the only one I can think of to call right now.” “No problem,” Sarah said, and he handed the phone to Jim to give her directions. “She should be here in about forty-five minutes,” Jim observed. “Meanwhile, shall we look inside?” He opened the door with the key from the keybox and followed Tom into the house. They were standing in a large foyer with hardwood floors, looking at large glass doors leading to the living area. An open staircase at the right led to the second floor. On the left was a bathroom and a coat room. “I have to explain,” Jim said, “that this house was custom built for a man and woman only a few years ago. They didn’t have any children and liked to entertain a lot. Unfortunately, they are now divorcing, and have to sell the house to split the assets. He moved out last month, she left just a few days ago.” “Hardwood floors in most of the house,” he continued, “and independent climate control in each room. The house is wired with high-speed voice and data networks, and is ready for wireless networking.” They went up the stairs to start with the bedrooms. “The main bedrooms are on the right side of the house, each with their own bathroom. The rooms on the left are simpler and share a bathroom in the hallway. These rooms were used for live-in servants but can of course also be used as guest rooms, office, and so on. All rooms have cable TV and computer network access.” “The master bedroom and bath are on the back of the house, which is the east side. Shall we start there?” They entered the master bedroom, which was huge. The long wall of the room consisted of full-size glass windows and sliding doors, opening up to a balcony which ran along the whole back of the house. The hardwood floor of the hallway had given way to a soft carpet that would be a pleasure to walk on with bare feet. When they entered the master bath, Tom’s jaw dropped. The bathroom was almost as large as the bedroom, and it was light! In most houses, bathrooms are hidden in the inside of the house. This bathroom had the same sliding doors opening onto the balcony, and windows on the side to let even more light in. It had an openness, an exposure that immediately appealed to him. He would be able to take a hot bath and breath fresh air at the same time. In the summer, he would be walking from the bathroom straight onto the balcony, without having to think about drying off or getting dressed. Jim watched Tom’s expression and knew immediately the house was as good as sold. If this bedroom didn’t do it, the room downstairs would give the last push. The rest would only be a formality. “The tile floor in the bathroom is of course automatically kept at a pleasant temperature, warm in the winter and cool in the summer,” he mentioned. “Of course,” Tom responded, hardly taking in the comment. After the master bedroom, the other bedrooms seemed simple. There were three large bedrooms, two at the front of the house and one next to the master bedroom in the back. Each of these bedrooms had their own private bathroom and ample closet space. On the other side of the house, the five simpler rooms were still comfortable. They went out onto the balcony, overlooking the back yard and the lake. Tom could make out the people moving in the town at the other side, and knew that with good binoculars or a telescope they would be able to see everything. In his mind, he imagined the house and garden filled with people wearing next to nothing, and how they would soon be the subject of scandalous talk in the city. Looking down, he saw the swimming pool that seemed to go all the way into the house. “Indoor / outdoor pool,” Jim confirmed. “In the winter, the outdoor part can be closed off and you have a smaller indoor pool. In the summer, the partition is removed and you have a large pool.” A car horn sounded and they hurried back to the front door. Two scantly clad young girls were standing there, waiting to be let into the house. They were Sarah and Lucy from the accounting office. “I hope you don’t mind me bringing Lucy along,” Sarah said. “I thought you might want a third opinion as well.” Looking at the women, Jim understood what his accountant friend had meant when he said they were remarkable. Sarah was a tall dark woman who wore her almost transparent summer dress without any trace of shame. Her firm breast were clearly visible through the thin material and even her neatly shaven pussy was unmistakable. Lucy was short and very thin. She was wearing a tiny denim mini skirt and a loose top that was barely long enough to cover her nipples. She too didn’t seemed to be the least concerned about the amount of skin she was showing. “Just in time, ladies,” he managed to say, “We are just about to look at the first floor.” “You should see the master bathroom,” Tom interrupted. “It’s great. It is more than great, it is fantastic!” Jim smiled and let them through the foyer to the living room. On the right they walked through the family room, the office and the library. The library had built-in shelves on three of the walls and an old-fashioned ladder on wheels to reach the top shelves. Then they returned to the living room and went to the other side, the dining room and behind it the kitchen. Finally, they stopped at a door that was closed. “I think you’ll like this room,” Jim said mysteriously. “Supposedly, the previous owners kept it locked whenever they had guests. From what I’ve heard, you will keep it open, thought.” Slowly he opened the door. At first, Tom didn’t see anything special about the room, except that the carpet seemed to be thick and soft. He took a step into the room and felt his foot sink into the floor. He stumbled and fell head first into the room. It didn’t hurt. In fact, it was as if he had fallen on a soft bed. The others had seen Tom bounce when he fell, and they all looked at Jim. “This room,” the realtor said gravely, trying to hold back a big grin, “is one big bed. The floor is a huge, custom-made mattress. The special cover is soft and cool to the touch. Try it.” Sarah took a careful step into the room, then kicked off her shoes and jumped. Lucy took off her shoes too and followed her boss. She landed with her legs spread, leaving Jim to look at her delicious pussy. They all laughed. A bed the size of a whole room! “Oh, this is sinful!” Lucy cried. “This is just too much!” Tom tried to get up and walk over to Sarah, but she pushed him and he fell back. She then started to crawl away and he followed her on his hands and knees. Lucy meanwhile had seen the lust in Jim’s eyes when he looked at her wide spread legs. She pulled him down onto the bed. “Guys,” she called, “if this is a bed, you’ll have to try it before you buy.” With that, she sat down on Jim’s legs and started to undo his pants. Quickly, she pulled out his hard dick and started stroking it. That was all the encouragement Jim needed. He got up, pushed Lucy on her back, and spread her legs. “I’ll show you the bed,” he said, as he pinned her down and moved inside her. Tom was still pursuing Sarah. The bouncing mattress made crawling the best way to go, but he couldn’t go very fast. Finally, he lurched forward and grabbed her dress. The thin material of the dress ripped as Sarah got away and she laughed at him. Again Tom pursued, ripping off another piece of clothing. Finally, he got hold of her foot and held on to it. For a moment, she dragged him over the “floor,” then she gave in and he pulled her towards him. * * * Half an hour later, the four emerged from the “bed-room.” They all looked rumpled. The rips in Sarah’s dress made her look even more indecent than before. Jim continued the tour of the house through the lower level. He showed them the pool that was half inside the house and half outside, the wet play room, the sauna, the bar, and the other rooms. Finally, they walked out from the basement towards the lake. On one of the benches on the pier they sat down. “I’m sold,” Tom said, looking at Sarah and Jim. “You guys work it out.” While his accountant and realtor were going over the details, Tom leaned back and closed his eyes. He was suddenly feeling tired, very tired. So many things had happened in so short a time, so many changes. Lucy sat down beside him and leaned her head on his shoulder. He put an arm around her. “You are really going to live her?” she asked quietly. “I guess so,” he said, trying to imagine it. “It doesn’t seem quite real yet, but I guess it will be soon.” “It is a big house for one person.” “Yep.” He looked at her. “Are you trying to say something?” She just smiled but didn’t say anything. Tom thought for a moment. “You’re welcome, if you want to,” he said. “Actually, you said you are in college, right?” She nodded. “How many years?” “I’ll be a sophomore next year, so three more years.” “How would you want a job as a part-time personal assistant? I’ll need a lot of help the next few weeks, setting things up here, but by the time school starts again, ten or fifteen hours a week should do it. You could live here, take care of things, go to college, and make some money at the same time.” “Could I bring friends over? Boy friends?” “Sure, if they are not embarrassed. I don’t want to hire you as my personal prostitute but as a personal assistant. I really mean that. The fun stuff would be optional,” he added with a grin. “I love it,” she said. “When can I move in?” He nodded at Sarah and Jim, who were wrapping up their discussion. “Ask them.” “I’ll have some sanity checks done,” Sarah told Tom when she walked over. “You know, title search, that kind of thing. Assuming that doesn’t turn up any skeletons, you should be able to move here in about a week. How are you going to call this place?” “Call it?” “A mansion like this should have a name,” Sarah explained. “It used to be called ‘Terra Mia,’ but that doesn’t seem to be appropriate.” “No, that’s not it,” Tom agreed. “I want something more, you know, what was the word Lucy used in the mattress room?” The all thought for a moment. “Sinful?” Jim asked. “Exactly. It has just the right naughty ring to it.” Everybody looked at him expectantly. “That is how you will call the house?” Sarah asked finally. “Sinful?” Tom looked surprised. “That is not quite what I meant, but hey, why not? I like it. If people ask me where I live, I’ll tell them, ‘I live at Sinful.’” “Great. Now you should start thinking about furnishing the place. Jim mentioned an interior decorator he thought you might like.” “Sounds good,” Tom said. “Lucy, can you get the details and set up an appointment? Lucy’s my new assistant,” he explained. Sarah raised her eyebrows for a moment, then smiled. “She’s good,” she said. “I’ll miss her, but this will be more interesting for her than working at a stuffy accountants office.” Tom thought he detected a hint of jealousy. “Hey, you’re still my accountant,” he said. “And you can come over as often as you want to discuss financial stuff, investment strategies, whatever.” She laughed. “I will,” she said. “Don’t worry, I will.”

Susie at the Movies bymotbitro© We began dating in high school, continued through college and ended up married. Throughout high school and college we had numerous "on and off" periods, but for the vast majority of the time we were a couple, we were "on". And as I said, it all worked out, we are married. Susie was (and as a 32 year old, still is) about as cute as they come. She's 5'2", 105 pounds and has a fun loving, energetic personality that often led her to be the first person to do something fun, crazy or daring. Whether it was an amusement park ride, jumping off a cliff into the water, driving through the city with her girlfriends in just her bra and panties or teasing boys by "accidentally" flashing her ass, she was first. We had a lot of fun in high school and college. We drank a fair amount as well, which certainly lowered her inhibitions. We were also quite popular. Both of us were class officers and graduated in the top 10% of our class. I played 3 sports and Susie was on homecoming court and a cheerleader. Coaches, teachers and classmates (for the most part) loved us. Her body has always been fantastic - nice sized, round boobs, small, trim waist and a great ass. She liked (actually loved) attention. Her skirts were as short as they could possibly be, which I (and everyone else, including the teachers) loved. After we dated for a while we, of course, moved onto sexual activity, just like most other kids our age. For a long time, we did everything short of intercourse, but my fingers, her hands and our mouths went everywhere on each other's body. After a year or so of sexual activity, I turned her into an exhibitionist, which involved many episodes of tremendous enjoyment and sensual experiences. It started one night when we planned to go to the movies. We had a few drinks before we went, she more than I because I had to drive. She wore a tight, thin yellow t-shirt and her very low-cut jeans, a very common outfit type for Susie. On the way to the movie, I dared her to take off her bra, which would, of course, make her nipples clearly visible thru that t-shirt. At first she put up an argument, but I could tell she actually liked the idea because as she said, "No... no way... I couldn't be bra-less in this shirt", she actually was smiling and giggling. Turning it into a dare was really all it took to put her over the edge, she did it.  So, right there in the car as I was driving thru town, off comes the shirt, off comes the bra. I playfully took her t-shirt when she was taking her bra off and threw it in the back seat where she couldn't reach it. She yelled, "I can't believe you did that", but she was laughing, too. After all, we were young and in love. As we drove thru town we had to stop at a few of the traffic lights. She would say, "Can they see me?" meaning the cars next to us. I'd tell her that they couldn't, that she was too low in the seat, but I was lying my ass off. After a couple minutes of this I knew she'd reach over the seat to grab her shirt, which she did. We were coming up to a light that was red, so I was driving slowly anyway. Being 5'2", it was not easy for her to reach the floor in the back seat to get her shirt. She turned around in her seat and got extended, her legs on the front seat and her body from the waist up over the seat to the back. I couldn't resist the opportunity, I grabbed her jeans and pulled them down to her knees just as we pulled to a stop at the light between 4 cars. Her cute, sexy as hell, pink satin panties were saying "Hello" to the world. I was laughing and I had my arm on her back, not letting her come back into the front seat. She was screaming, playfully screaming I might add, to "Let me up!... They can see my panties!!" A couple of the cars blew their horns. The light turned green, so we took off. We both laughed, and Susie told me how much of a "jerk" I was for doing that. Then she asked a bunch of questions like, "How many people saw me?" and "How many boys and how many girls?... "The horns were because of me, right?" And "How did my ass and panties look?" I asked her if she was turned-on. She said, "Hell yes, let me have your dick and I'll show you!" We continued the drive to the movie complex with me playing with her tits and her rubbing my cock over my shorts. I knew that her thin yellow t-shirt would be see-thru, but I really had no idea that her tits would be that easy to see. It was a huge turn-on for me as we walked thru the parking lot with her tits jiggling, her nipples poking almost thru the shirt, and her very her low cut jeans. I (and Susie) noticed a number of guys and girls staring at her tits and her jeans... and her panties sticking out of her jeans. When we got into the movie theater it became a huge turn-on for her as well. At first, when we were in the bright lobby in the lines for tickets and popcorn she was embarrassed and kept her arms folded across her chest. But I kept coaxing her and daring her to loosen up and inch by inch she lowered her arms until her nipples were "on display" for everyone to see. I got her a little more excited when I said, "Your nipples look great!!"  All she could say was, "Can everyone really see them?" I told her to look down and to the window for her reflection. She did and just said, "Um...wow!!... Oh, look my jeans are way below my panties, too."  Her jeans were low enough, and her shirt was short enough, that you could see 2-3 inches of her flat tunny between the jeans and her t-shirt. And if she didn't constantly pull up her jeans, which she didn't, you could see the top of her pink panties without any effort. Of course, when she sat down her panties from the back were even more visible. I loved walking next to her whenever she wore those jeans because when I put my arm around her and rested my hand on her ass or her side, I was always touching her panties and that drove me (and Susie) crazy. In the theater lobby she was getting plenty of attention from the guys and their girlfriends. I'd watch their eyes as they would flip between her boobs and her panties and panties and boobs, which I loved. The girls were all jealous as hell. As Susie got more comfortable (and confident) with showing-off, she got friskier. I jabbed her in the ribs and poked her in the side which made her squirm and made her tits jiggle. That made her nipples harder and kept her from grabbing her pants which were getting lower and lower, showing a good 2 inches of her panties, at times. The best was when we finally got our food. She used both her hands to carry popcorn and candy, I used one. But I put my other arm around her waist and my hand on her hip. As we walked I teased Susie by sliding the tip of my fingers into her jeans on her side and gently pushing her jeans lower. To my delight, Susie thought this was funny even though her jeans were a close to 3 inches lower at her right side which created a great view of the panties from the back and the front. As usual, the theater was packed because it was a weekend night. We found seats that were 6 in from the isle, so there were going to be people seated on either side of us. To get to our seats, we had to squeeze past the 3 couples sitting in our row. Susie went first, facing the people in our row, carrying the popcorn. This put Susie's tits, her "very low cut" jeans and, of course, her bright pink panties right in their faces as we tried to slip by. Because I had lowered her jeans when I was teasing her as we walked into the room, her jeans were still almost 3 inches below her panties in the front. As Susie went in front of the third couple, the girl reached out and snapped the waist band of Susie's panties just above her pussy. We all laughed, as did the people sitting in the row in back of us. The girl said, "I wish I had your body and your confidence to show off like you." That just about made Susie cum right there. As the lights went down, Susie looked to me and "sort of" whispered, "I can't believe she actually touched my panties... how many people do you think saw that?"  I said, "Probably 10 or so... did you mind?"  She said, "Well... not really, it turned me on, thank god she didn't pull my pants down because my hands were full."  I said, "Oh ya... that would have been soooo bad. We, including that guy sitting next to you who was staring at your tits and panties as you were going thru the row, would have loved to have seen that. And, by the way, I think you gave the girl's boyfriend a hard-on."  Susie said, "Really? Gave him a hard-on? Wow!! Gosh, I hope I don't have to get more popcorn later, I'd have to walk right be them again," and she giggled. As the previews and movie started, our hands began to slowly move over each other's body as we were both pretty horny from Susie's displays in the car, parking lot, lobby and as she walked thru the row we were sitting in. Susie was really excited, she moaned, "I wish we were in the car right now." But, hell - I wasn't going to the car; this was too good to be true, showing her off and her loving it! We weren't being obnoxious, but for anyone watching us it was obvious what we were doing. I played with her tits with my left hand from the outside of her shirt for the first part of the movie which made her moan at times, especially when I lightly pinched her nipples. I was sure the guy sitting next to her could hear her, as I surely could. He definitely knew what was happening, I could see him glancing at Susie's tits and nipples and my hand massaging them a number of times and I saw Susie glancing at him and licking her lips numerous times. After 20 minutes or so, I moved my hand under her shirt which made her moan even more. Every few minutes I would lift her shirt over her tit for a half a minute or so, and our guy next to her didn't miss a beat, he saw it every time. So did the girl sitting to my right, the girl who snapped Susie's panties. Suzy was clearly getting very turned-on so it was not a surprise to me when she put her hand in my lap and began slowly rubbing my cock over my shorts. I put my hand on top of hers to try to hide what Susie was doing, but I am sure the people next to her and me knew she was playing with my cock. I didn't mind and neither did Susie. As the movie played on, I rested my had on her tummy and began to lightly rub her tummy. I did this to sort of "take a break" and to cool us down, so we wouldn't get too "hot and bothered". But, as I placed my hand on her tummy I felt a little bit of the top of her panties. I was in heaven. As I slowly rubbed her tummy, she could tell by the size of my cock that I was fully aware of what I was touching. I worked the tips of my fingers under the front of her jeans and panties. I had about two inches of my index and middle fingers inside her low cut jeans. She looked at the guy next to her, then to me and again "kind of" whispered, "Do you think he knows?"  I said, "I think so, do you want him to?" She answered by squeezing my cock tighter. I knew she was excited, very excited, but then she told me she wanted to use the rest room. I had a feeling she just wanted to walk by the guy with the hard-on. So she stood up, but then bent over a little so as not block the view of those behind us. As she did, you could easily see 3 or 4 inches of her panties...and of course those wonderful nipples. And her ass was foot away from the face of the guy who was sitting to her left. What a view he had! He couldn't resist, he reached up and snapped the waist band of her panties above her ass. Susie turned her head to look at him and giggled. My cock got even harder.  As she began to walk down the row, bent over, the girl who touched her panties said, "Hey cutie, sit here for just a second", and she motioned to her boyfriend's lap. Susie sat down on his lap. She said, "You have beautiful tits. Look at your nipples, you are one hot show-off."  Susie sort of panted, "Really... you like... them?" Looking at Susie, I saw the girl take her finger and she began to circle Susie's nipples, causing Susie to close her eyes and moan... while her boyfriend took his hand and slowly put it on Susie's tummy. He then moved his fingers down inside the front of Susie's jeans, just like I did.  Susie loved it, she was starting to lose control, she was slowly grinding her ass into the boyfriend's crotch while she moaned, "More... ahhhh... more... come on". With her right hand, she held onto the wrist of his hand that was in her jeans and panties. She put her left hand under her ass, which put her hand right on his dick. This "encounter" happened very fast, it had lasted maybe 30 seconds, but it was clearly getting out of hand, especially in a packed theater.  So I said,"Hey guys... that's enough for now, Susie, you gotta get moving". She opened her eyes, regained some focus, stood up, bent over and weekly shuffled down the row, with her pants almost below her beautiful ass.  Five minutes later Susie returned and started thru the row. When she reached the girl, the girl whispered to Susie, "You are so fucking hot, I'm wet all over" and she pulled her mini-skirt up to show Susie her panties. They were small white panties that looked like nylon. She then grabbed Susie's hand and put it on her panties and held her hand there. I knew this again was going to put Susie "over the limit" so I grabbed Susie and pulled her into her seat. Thankfully, Susie's seat was not next to that girl, that's where my seat was, so I didn't have to worry about the girl playing with Susie (damn it) for the rest of the movie. Playing it "cool", I returned my hand to her tummy. I kept my hand there for quite a while, moving my fingers slowly into and out of her panties which continued to keep us both "simmering". She looked up to me and said in a very broken pace because she was near an orgasm, "She put my hand... on her panties... and her pussy. Ooohhh...She was playing... with my nipples in front of... everyone. Her boyfriend touched... my pussy and had part of... his finger in me. He whispered to me, he asked for... my panties. Oh... god... in the restroom... I actually took my panties off... because I want to... give them to him... but I chickened out... and put them... back on. The guy... next to me... also touched... my panties."  I said, "Go ahead if you want, give him your panties, maybe you can get hers to wear."  Susie said, "Oh my... ahhhhh... God that... is really a... hot idea." With that I slowly unbuttoned her jeans. This wasn't the easiest thing to do using just my left hand and trying to be very casual about what I was doing. But I persisted and finally unbuttoned her jeans. Susie looked at me and said, "Thanks, I was hoping... you'd do that" and she giggled, again. For the next 5 minutes or so, I worked the zipper down so that her jeans were wide open, again not easy for a right handed guy to do solely with his left hand. So her jeans were wide open in the front but nobody could really see much because my hand was resting on her zipper area, partially blocking the view.  Then I surprised Susie, I pulled my hand away and started to eat more popcorn. I wanted to see what she would do. And to my delight, she left her zipper and pants wide open exposing her panties. My cock got about 5 times harder. She simply smiled and grabbed some popcorn. The guy next to her and the girl next to me could easily see her open jeans (as could people further down the row) and the front of her bright pink panties and they obviously loved the view. After 20 minutes of this, I put my hand back on her panty covered pussy and she returned her hand to my cock on top of my shorts, which I again covered with my hand.  As the movie played on, I began to move my fingers little by little down her pussy lips. I used my middle finger to rub between her lips, but I always kept my fingers on top of her panties, I didn't go under them. I used small, slow movements, very gentle strokes, up and down, up and down. Susie was in another world, "quietly" moaning and squirming in her seat while she squeezed my raging hard on. She was also moaning, trying to whisper the words "Pleeaaassee... come on... pleeaaassee... just do it" over and over again. She wanted me to finger her right then and there. She was begging and begging me to stick my fingers into her. The guy next to her was enjoying every second of it, to say the least, and Susie seemed to love that fact. Susie would moan and stare at him, I think she was trying to encourage him to touch her. Susie had her head tilted back in her seat and she was squirming and slightly humping my fingers, trying not to go too crazy in the theater. But, she was clearly on the edge. She then brought her left hand up and raised her shirt over her left nipple and began massaging her own tit. I couldn't believe it, it was crazy. She had one had on my cock, the other on her tit and was exposing it to anyone who looked. Her jeans were open with my hand rubbing her pussy slit, which by now was getting very wet, over her very visible panties. I was rubbing her pussy, between her lips and every minute or so I'd grab the top of her panties and pull them up into her lips. The guy next to her and the girl next to me loved this; they couldn't take their eyes off Susie. I really couldn't believe the guy next to her didn't put a hand on her. In fact, I'm pretty sure she wouldn't have minded at all, in fact I bet she wanted it, the look in her eyes was begging him to touch her. She then took her right hand off my cock and grabbed the right side of her jeans to pull them down while she continued to mumble, "Pleeaaassee... come on... pleeaassee." But, I wouldn't let her pull her pants down any further than they already were. At this point I knew we were getting in too deep, so I wanted to slow it down, but not before I rubbed her very wet slit a few more times. I could tell she had an orgasm, maybe two. So I learned over and quietly asked her to button her jeans. She replied, "Why? A lot of girls... wear their jeans unbuttoned, I... ohhhh... can too." Who was I to argue? So I kept my hand in her lap providing a partial block until the movie ended and we finished the popcorn and candy. Everything sort of returned to normal, or as close to normal as it could with my girlfriend braless in a tight shirt, nipples hard and with her jeans unbuttoned and pulled open. Finally, the movie ended and some of the lights came on. Susie stood right up, smoothed out her top, and we walked out of the theater. Her jeans were unbuttoned and her zipper was down which made her jeans very loose. By the way, her nipples looked like they were going to pop thru her thin t-shirt. As we walked, I had my arm around her waist and I was holding her jeans up. Of course, I didn't hold them up as high as they would have been if they were buttoned. I was again holding them about 3 inches lower than the top of her panties. Susie didn't care, she loved the attention she was getting and she was really turned-on. I'll admit it, it was sexy as hell. As we walked out of the theater and entered the lobby, we saw the girl and her boyfriend who were sitting next to me. Teasing Susie, I put my finger in her mouth and said, "Now is your chance, Ms. Hot-as-shit-show-off, if you really want him to have your panties... and you want her panties".  She didn't hesitate; she walked over right over to them, taped the girl on her shoulder and said in a real sexy voice, "Your cute boyfriend wants my panties."  The boyfriend leaned over and said, "I'm going to screw her tonight while she wears your panties, how's that sound to you, you amazing dick-teaser. Does that idea make you wetter than you already are?"  Susie said, "You already had your hands in my panties and in me... and by the way, thanks for that, you shouldn't have stopped. But I need a trade, I need her panties. After all, I love white panties. So, how's that sound to you?" Susie, who at this time had her hands on her sides, was playing with the waist band of her panties, wrapping her fingers around them, driving herself and everyone else crazy. The girl said, "I'll trade! I have a skirt so I could give you mine right here." She lifted her skirt to just below her pussy.  We giggled, but then said, "Wait, let's go into the restroom." I think Susie actually wanted to take her pants off right there.  They went into the restroom, came back out about 5 minutes later. It was obvious the trade had been made, because Susie's panties were now white and were 2 inches above her unbuttoned, unzipped jeans. Susie had a coy smile on her, so I asked her if that was fun. She said, "2 fingers... 2 fingers in me... and she kissed my pussy." I looked at the girl she had 2 fingers in her mouth. I asked the girl if she got Susie's panties. Her boyfriend reached over and lifted the front of her skirt to show the pink, shiny panties, which used to be Susie's. I was harder at this point than any time in my life. But, I said that we had to get going before we really got to a point of no return with this couple. We said our good-byes, the girl put her hands on Susie's tits and said loud enough for most of the people in the lobby to hear, "Thanks for the panties."  The boyfriend just stepped over to Susie, and pulled her jeans apart at the zipper. He said, "I loved those panties." And we walked out. Susie was smiling and enjoying the attention. Walking next to her, I moved my hand from her side to her right ass cheek. Because her jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped, I could put my entire hand in her jeans and on her ass as we walked thru the parking lot. I was going crazy with the biggest hard on of my life. As we got to about 40 yards from the car, I took my hand out of her jeans and grabbed her left hand. Because I wasn't holding her jeans up, in the next few steps her jeans dropped a few more inches, they were below her ass in the back and her pussy in the front. Her "new" white nylon panties kept her somewhat "legal". She was giggling and saying, "Oh no... hahaha... what if someone sees me???... hahah... my pants are falling down."  So I said, "Just take your jeans off, it will be easier for you to walk."  She looked at me and said, "Will you be a gentleman and help me?" As she bent over to take off her shoes, I ran my hands all over her ass, pussy and tits, which made her moan and giggle. Were there people around? Hell yes! There were people 15 feet away from us. This was a busy parking lot because our movie and other movies in the complex had just ended. I heard a couple of people say things like, "Look at that!!" and "Wow, I can't believe she's taking her pants off!!" which just added to our excitement.  I helped her take her jeans off, right there in a busy parking lot. Believe me I wasn't in a hurry... and neither was Susie. She needed me to hold her up while she pulled her jeans down off her legs. I got behind Susie and pulled her ass into my cock. You bet it felt great!! I had my hands on her waist on her sides and moved them to inside of her panties as I held her up. But she had finished taking off her jeans and brushed my hands away as said loud enough for people around us to hear, "Hey, you'll stretch out my new panties, stop that you dirty man" and of course she laughed. With that she casually walked the 40 yards to the car swaying her ass like a model. But, Susie wasn't quite done. When we got to the car I hit the unlock button on my car key and Susie opened her door, but didn't get in. She looked around for a minute, standing there in those amazing white panties and her tight, thin yellow t-shirt with her tits and nipples clearly visible and again, people were walking around us. Most were gawking at us with a look of, "I can't believe she is doing that!" - I couldn't blame them, I was amazed, too.  But then she really blew me away, she said, "This shirt is bothering me", and --- she took off her t-shirt, completely baring her boobs. She stood there for a minute with just her panties on. I looked around and saw 6 guys taking pictures of her. Hell, I thought that's a good idea, I got out my phone and took pictures, too. I told her that guys were talking pictures and she just looked around and waved at them, giggling all the time. And finally, she got into the car. I started the car and put the windows down on my side and Susie's. As soon as I began to back the car, she grabbed my hand and put it on her pussy and moaned, "Please finger me... please finger me... come on... I'm so fucking hot, I'm going to explode!!" And with her left had she began to stroke my cock over my shorts. I wasn't fingering her; instead I rubbed her slit, and teased her more to make her beg.  I said, "What would you like, Suz,... what do you want me to do?"  She repeated, "Come on, finger me... I need it... finger me!!" And she was getting a little louder. As this was going on, I was very slowly driving thru the parking lot past people who were either waking to their cars or to the movie complex. Being only a foot away from many of them as I drove down the lane, they could easily look into our car to see that Susie was only wearing panties. And with our windows down, it was easy for them to hear her begging me to finger her.  I got to the end of the parking lot lane, but I wasn't ready to quit yet, so I turned down the next lane and again drove slowly past a bunch more people. This was just too amazing to stop! To Susie I said, "Can you get on your knees and face me so I can reach your pussy better?"  She said (again in a broken pace as she was nearing orgasm), "Oookkkkaaayyy... anything you want... just please finger me!!" So she was on her hands and knees in the front seat facing me from the side which, of course, made her ass widow height, giving everyone we drove by a wonderfully close view of her panty clad ass, pussy and tits. I reached over and played with her tits and rubbed her tummy for a bit as we slowly drove down the parking lane.  Then I finally gave her what she wanted, I reached further and began massaging her pussy. Susie was in ecstasy, moaning... begging... whimpering... She reached over, unbuttoned by shorts and began kissing the head of my cock. She looked up at me and asked, "Can... anyone... see... meeee?" I said, "Your cute ass is out the window, of course people can see you!!" At this time I noticed we were going to drive past 3 guys who were walking the same way we were driving, so I slowed down even more, we were barely going a couple miles per hour, walking pace. The guys were pretty good looking guys, trim, in shape, tight pants...I said to Susie, "These guys are going to love your tits and ass."  To my surprise she said, "Ooohhh... maybe... they...will... finger... me." In between each word she was breathing heavy. I actually think that is what she wanted, after all she had been highly sexually aroused for almost 3 straight hours. I pulled even with the 3 guys and they went crazy, "Oh My God!! Look at that ass!! And those TITS!!... She's just in her panties in the car with that guy!! She's blowing him!! Unbelievable!!" We pulled away. Then one of them yelled, "Hey, can we get a picture?" So I stopped the car just as I put my fingers inside her panties and I began to put a little bit of my middle finger in Susie's soaking wet pussy.  I said, "Those guys want a picture of you, are you OK with that?"  She said, "Please... don't stop... fingering me... ahhhh... tell them to... take as many pictures... as they want." She still couldn't speak very well as she was again near an orgasm. But, I was amazed, I asked if they could take one picture, she said they could take as many as they wanted! I think she really liked the idea.  My cock got even harder. I said, "Ok, but you have to ask them to take pics of you, or I just might just stop."  She said, "Ok... ohhhhh... OK... I'll... beg... them... aaahhhh... to take pictures and videos... of my pussy." I pulled into a parking spot. I was very slowly putting just the tip of my finger into her pussy, moving it around, and then pulling it out. Then I'd put my finger back in her again, maybe a little further each time. She was really squirming. Her ass was as high as the mid-window, impossible not to see for anyone who looked over. She definitely wanted more, a lot more. She had her hand on my cock and was stroking me as she blew me. Next thing I knew, the guys ran up, "Can we get a picture?" they asked again.  I said, "Suz, it's up to you."  Susie took my dick out of her mouth, kissed the head and said, as I continued to finger her, "Will... you boys... ahhhhh... please take pictures... and movies... of my pussy? Pleeaassee?" At this point she went back to stroking and kissing my cock, I was fingering her like crazy. I couldn't believe what she said! The guys had their phones out taking as many pictures and movies as they could. They were moving around to get pics of her tits, of me fingering her and her kissing my cock. And yes, there were still other people walking past our car on their way to theirs, the guys and their girlfriends seemed to enjoy the show!  Then one of the guys reached into the window and put his hands on Susie's panties, he was touching her. He didn't have to really reach into the car, her ass was right there in the mid-window area because she was on all fours. He said, "I love these, so smooth, so sexy."  Susie loved that comment, saying she was sexy! He was rubbing his hands all over her ass, then over her tummy and on her tits. Then the guy said, "Hey, can I finger her, too?"  Without me even saying a word, Susie took her mouth off my cock and mumbled, "Ok... all 3... ohhhhh... of you boys... ahhhhh... please... please finger... ahhhh... me." And as soon as she said "me" she started blowing me again.  "She's asking us, she's begging us!" said the guy who had his hands on her tits. So I moved my hand to her right tit to give them access to her pussy. All 3 of them had their faces and phones inches away from Susie's ass as the first guy began to finger her. The second guy had his hand on her other tit while the third guy had his hands all over Susie's panties. Susie was trying to stay quiet but she wasn't being very successful. With my cock in her mouth, her head going up and down my shaft, she was mumbling, "Fuck... me... come on... fuck... me... boys". The first and second guy exchanged positions, so the second guy was fingering her now. Susie was continuing to talk dirty to us, now she was saying, "Will someone... please... ahhh... please take... my panties... off?" And that's what the third guy did, he pulled them slowly off her ass and down her legs. He couldn't take them all the way off of her because she was on her knees. Susie said, "pleeaassee... don't rip... my... ahhhh... new panties... I'll... give them... to you... if you want them." The second guy took his fingers out of Susie's pussy, and the third guy began licking her slit, letting his tongue dart in and out of her. Susie was going nuts! And me? I blew my load into her mouth. Susie swallowed it all, she always loved that. She looked up at me, smiled and said, "Thanks... now...can I... pleeaassee... blow... you guys?" At this point, though I would have loved to see that, I had to stop it, so I said, "Hey, sorry guys, we have to stop". They were disappointed, to say the least, so was Susie. The guys were saying things like, "You are the sexiest thing I've ever seen!... best night of my life!...what a body on you!... thanks, baby, thanks!!" Susie sat down in the car seat and pulled her panties up. The one guy said, "Hey sweetheart, one last question, can I have your panties? You said I could have them!"  Susie looked at me and said, "You won't let me blow them, but can I at least give each of them one little good-bye kiss?"  I said, "Sure, go ahead."  She giggled and said, "Ok, I'll give you my panties, but come closer so I can give you a... little kiss". The guys came right up to the car, Susie got back on her knees, grabbed the first guy, unbuckled his belt, undid his zipper and pulled out his cock and began stroking it with her hand. She turned her head around to me and said, "Can I pleeaassee kiss their dicks? Just a little? I won't suck them or let them cum in my mouth, I promise."  The guys looked at me for approval; I laughed, again my cock was harder than hell and said, "Ok, you can kiss their cocks, but just once, then we have to go." Susie's legs were spread enough to let me finger her again from the behind, which gave me a great view and which immediately recharged her "engines". I couldn't believe how quickly the other two guys had their cocks out and each of them understandably had a hard-on. Susie took the first cock and kissed the head a couple of times, while she stroked his shaft. She licked his head and up and down his shaft.  Susie was saying, "What a nice cock... ahhhh... you have", and she put the tip of his dick her mouth. She was also moaning because I was fingering her at the same time.  The guy she was blowing was saying, "You beautiful, sexy chick, suck it, suck it!!"  Susie said, "I love the head of your thick cock. You need... ahhhh... to fuck... me."  She grabbed the second guy's dick with her right hand and began beating him off, while she kept the first guys cock in her mouth. Then she switched, kissing the head of the second guy's dick and beating off the first. Boy, this was getting really heated fast, so I said to Susie that we better move on. She said, "I haven't kissed him yet... and I want him to have...my panties... Pleeaassee let... meee." Then, she reached back and pulled her panties down and took them off her legs. She wrapped her "new" white panties around the guy's shaft and stuck the tip of his dick in her mouth. She grabbed the cock of each of the other guys and began beating them off. I fingered her again and again.  After a minute or so, the first guy, mumbled, "I'm going to cum!!"  Susie said, "In my mouth, quick!" She grabbed the panties, wrapped his dick with them, stuck his dick in her mouth, and beat him off. That lasted about 15 seconds, he blasted in her mouth.  She smiled and took the panties off his dick and put them around the second guy's dick and started to beat him off, but he couldn't last 10 seconds, he blasted on her tits. Finally, she put her panties around the third guy's dick; she looked in his eyes and said, "You wanted these panties, right??? Now they are on your big, thick, cum oozing cock. I want you to beat off every night with my panties wrapped around your dick thinking about me and how I stuck just the tip of your throbbing cock into my mouth like this." She kissed his dick head, she licked his shaft, and she used her hands to beat him off. She asked him, "In my... oohhh...mouth or on my... tits?"  He said one word, "Mouth" and he could barely say that. 10 seconds later she had her another load in her mouth.  I knew we had better get out of there before the cops came. So I said, "Guys, we are done" but of course Susie had to say, "Thank you for letting me blow you, let's do it again, and again and again, Ok?" And that was it, I drove her home.

Sandra is Different by Vanessa Evans Part 2 It was Saturday the next day and my first full day as a working girl. Not the type of working girl that you are thinking of, although being one of those girls had crossed my mind and would suit my ‘condition’, no, I was starting work at the clothes shop. I quickly showered and got myself ready and set off for the 10 minute walk, stopping to get a coffee and a pastry on the way. I just made it as Lisa was rolling up the shutters. “Morning Sandra.” Lisa said, “bright and early, most of the girls are usually 5 or 10 minutes late, not that it really matters, it will be a while before the customers start rolling in.” We went in and went to Lisa’s office where I put my bag on the side and went back out to shop floor. I saw the wonky mirror and went to have a closer look. It was fastened to the wall with the bottom part at an angle. On closer inspection I saw that it was actually 2 mirrors. I stood in front of it and looked down but I couldn’t see up my skirt. I was just moving around to see if different positions made a difference but I still couldn’t see my pussy. “It’s people standing beside the mirror that can see up your skirt.” I heard Lisa say as she came and stood where she had just described. “I can see your bald pussy Sandra, you weren’t wearing knickers the other 2 times that you were here, don’t you bother with them at all or are you deliberately hoping that men can look up your skirts and find out?” I blushed a little and then Lisa answered for me, “You do don’t you, you’re a little show-off aren’t you?” “Yes.” I quietly answered. “Well you’re going to get plenty of opportunities here, why do you think I have been putting head office off refurbishing the changing rooms?” Again Lisa answered her own question, “Because when the do they will make the place more like fort knox and there will be no chance of anyone seeing in or having partners in there whilst you are changing.” “So do you get lots of couples going in there?” “Enough to know what goes on in there.” And do you get a lot of men standing outside looking through the gaps at the sides of the curtains?” “Enough, we chase away any pervs who come in on their own but I’m quite happy for boyfriends and husbands to watch any of the girls in there.” “Isn’t it illegal?” “Only if someone complains and who in their right mind would complain? The uptight girls don’t shop here anyway, they go to Top Girl. We get the girls that don’t mind showing some skin. I can tell that you are one of those girls, just like Bella and all the other girls that I hire, you can go and try on anything you like during your breaks and quiet times, just so long as the racks and shelves are full and tidy.” “Thanks Lisa, I might just do that.” “I hope so, that’s why I hired you, show the male partners a lot of skin and they’ll bring their girls back here and spend more money, that’s the principle I work on.” “Sounds like good business sense to me.” I replied. I noticed that Lisa was still looking up my skirt and seconds later I heard a girl say, “Morning Lisa, is this the new girl then?” “Charlotte, this is Sandra, Sandra Charlotte.” Lisa said. Before I could say hello Charlotte she said, “I see that you are one of us Sandra.” “Hi Charlotte,” I said, then, “one of what?” “No knickers,” Charlotte replied, “and I see that you aren’t wearing a bra too Sandra, nice tits, from what I can see of them behind that top.” It took me a couple of seconds to see that neither Lisa nor me had moved from the mirror and Charlotte was standing on the other side in the same position. I resisted the urge to step back. “Yeah,” I replied, “when I moved to uni I decided that it was less washing.” “Sure, keep telling everyone that Sandra, someone might believe you but you’re like me and the others here, you like flashing your goods don’t you?” I smiled and said, “Yes I do.” “Okay girls,”Lisa said, “plenty of time for flashing your bits later, get things ready and Sandra, Amelia and Bella will be here in a couple of hours, you know what to do but if you have any questions Charlotte and I won’t be far away. Just remember, the customer is always right and that includes the male partners.” I wasn’t sure what Lisa meant by that but I went with Charlotte to see how to get the till ready then went round the racks checking that everything looked okay. When I got to a mannequin that was wearing a tank top with a pair of shorts I looked at what was on top of the tank top. It was a sort of vest with a rolled neck. No one would ever see anything trying to look down that top but 2 things caught my eye, firstly the arm holes were so big that they went nearly down to the waist and the front part was so narrow that it only just covered the mannequin’s nipples. The other thing was that it was so long that you could only just see the bottom of the shorts. As I stood looking at it Lisa came over to me and said, “I know what you’re thinking, could I wear just that vest as a dress? Am I right?” “You are Lisa.” “With your tits it will just rest on your nipps, unless of course you keep turning your body.” “I could never do that Lisa, it’s not right walking about with my nipples hanging out.” “You nipples wouldn’t be HANGING out, I bet that your tits never even wobble when you’re running.” “Maybe just a little bit.” I replied. “Come on Sandra, there’s a girl over there who looks like she’s looking for something, go and see if you can help her.” I did, forgetting about the vest top. I was kept busy for quite a while then I found myself with nothing to do standing next to the mannequin wearing a white mesh leotard. Well that’s what I called it but the label said it was a sleeveless, backless bodysuit. It was cut high on the hips and had a scoop neck. When I looked at the back I saw that it had a low-cut thong back. Bella came up behind me and said, “You’re supposed to wear something over it but we show it like that so that everyone can see what would normally covered. You’re not thinking of wearing it without a covering are you Sandra?” “I’m thinking of going to the gym at the university but I haven’t got anything to wear.” “Well if you go wearing just that the guys won’t get much of a workout, unless you let them get between your legs.” “That depends on how cute they are.” I replied “Those things are quite cheap, mind you they should be, there’s bugger all to them.” Bella said. Lisa caught our eye and we went back to work. Soon I was stopped by a girl asking where the changing rooms were. I led her to them and saw that we were being followed by a man. Amelia was standing there and when the girl asked if her boyfriend could go into the cubicle with her Amelia said that he could. “Come back in 2 minutes Sandra.” Amelia quietly said. I went off and did go back a couple of minutes later and I saw the bottom of the man’s legs between the girl’s legs in a position where they could easily be fucking. I smiled and looked through the gap in the curtain and in the mirror I could see the girl’s bare back and butt and from the way they kept going forward I knew that they definitely were fucking. I turned and left with a smile on my face. The shop started to get busy and more girls wanted to try something on. When I led them to the changing rooms I saw a couple of men standing at the entrance looking in. When I looked at what they were looking at, through the gap in the curtains I saw the naked side of a girl just as she was starting to put a dress on. “Maybe I should try something on when I have my lunch break.” I thought. The shop got more busy and I couldn’t help notice that there were quite a few men with girls, more than I had experienced whenever I’d ever gone clothes shopping. Lisa ask me to go and check the changing rooms to see if anything had been left in there that didn’t want to be there. As I walked passed the entrance I saw a man standing there and looking towards the first cubicle. I glanced over so it and saw that the curtain was closed as much as it could be and an arm moving around through the gap. I went to the far end of the row of cubicles to start checking back to the entrance. Three cubicles were okay and as I stood between cubicles 2 and 3 I poked the closed curtain on cubicle 2 which had been pulled to the end near cubicle 3. “Anyone in there?” I asked. There was no response so I guessed that someone had just left the curtain closed so I pulled it open and heard a girl scream. I looked in and saw Bella standing there with one arm out and holding a dress. She was facing the curtain and was totally naked. My jaw dropped and I froze for a couple of seconds then stepped in front of the frozen Bella, closed the curtain and offered my sincere apologies. I turned to leave and saw the man still looking where Bella was, but now covered by the curtain. He had a big grin on his face and I knew that I had just exposed the totally naked Bella to him. I started to feel sorry for Bella and intended to apologise to her again when she came out, but then I wondered if it had been a setup, had Lisa sent me in there knowing that Bella would be naked behind a curtain. I got on with other things but when Bella did come out and over to me she was ginning like a Cheshire cat. “Lisa set me up didn’t she?” I asked. “Yep, we do it to each other quite a bit. It’s an added perk of the job. I’m sure that it won’t be long before it’s you behind that curtain Sandra.” “I’ll look forward to that.” Lunchtime came and I went and got a sandwich and I had finished eating by the time I got back to the shop so I decided to try on one of those tank tops, the long one with giant arm holes. Of course I was going to try it without the shorts that were on the mannequin or anything under the top. In the first changing cubicle I got naked then checked the gaps at either side of the curtain. I was a little disappointed that there were no men looking but it didn’t bother me because I was there to try on the top, not flash anyone. As it slivered down my body I realised that it was too big for me but then I remembered that I wanted it to be big on me. The narrow front went right up to my neck but the sides only just covered my tits before they scooped down to where they joined the back part at my hips. My sides were bare right down to my hips. I looked over my shoulder into the mirror and saw that nearly all of my back was also bare but my butt was covered. Then I faced the mirror and saw that the bottom hem was about 7 or 8 cm below my pussy. I shook my shoulders and turned quickly from side to side and watched the material go over my nipples and not go back when I turned the other way. I giggled to myself as I saw both my hard nipples in the mirror with all the material between them I stood there looking at myself wondering if I dare wear that top as a dress, a dress that could easily leave my nipples exposed like they were right then. I straightened the top and thought about below my tits. In the mirror I could see that my pussy was easily covered but from my chest down I felt like I was naked, I couldn’t feel any material at all. I again checked that my pussy was covered and felt round to my butt and confirmed that it too was covered. Then I turned my side to the mirror. With my arms straight down I could see nearly all of the side of my tit. It was like looking at a miniature traffic cone on my ribs. I moved my arm around a bit and saw the material disappear over my nipple. I took the top off and was looking at the price tag. It was more than I had budgeted for clothing for that month but I had just decided that I was going to buy it when the curtain went flying back. I screamed a little then saw Amelia, Bella and 2 men behind them. “Gotcha.” Amelia said then turned and left, and Bella closed the curtain, well half closed it. I could still see the men and they could see me as I started to put my clothes back on. “You’ll look good in that top Sandra.” Bella said. “I was thinking of wearing it as a dress.” I replied. “Even better, that will keep the guys looking at you.” By then I had got my own top and skirt on and the show was over for the men. I took the top back out and to Lisa and asked her what the staff discount was. “Put it in my office and come and see me at the end of your shift Sandra, I’m sure that we can work something out within your budget.” I thanked her then did as she had said. For the next 10 minutes or so, until I needed to speak to a customer, all I could think about was going out in public in the middle of the day wearing just that top. I even planned where I would go. Most of the rest of the day was all work with no flashing although I did see 1 girl who was changing and had either forgotten to close the curtain or had deliberately left it only half closed. I had just passed a man waiting and I wondered if she was with him or was just flashing him. Obviously I didn’t ask and just got on with my work. At the end of my shift I went to see Lisa and she told me to sit on the chair where I’d had my interview. I was more relaxed this time that I was sat there and Lisa finished some paperwork then looked up to me. I was watching her eyes and they lingered, for a second, on my bare legs and I was 100% sure that she saw my slit and bald pubis. “Well Sandra, the end of your first full day, how was it for you?” “Good, better than I expected, I’m not very good with people but you and the other girls have been so easy to get on with.” “I’m pleased to hear that, and I heard about your little incident in the changing rooms, did that upset you at all, the girls can be a bit, shall we say revealing at times.” “Upset, no chance, you may have already guessed but I get a bit of a kick about people seeing me without any clothes on and I got a bit, err, aroused when those 2 men saw me naked.” “Well that’s brave of you to confide in me, but rest assured, just so long as you don’t go upsetting any customers you can wear as much or as little as you want in my store. Talking about wearing very little, this top (Lisa got it out of a drawer) are you really planning on going outside wearing just that?” “I was thinking about it?” “You are braver than me Sandra, good luck to you but please be careful, I don’t want to hear that you have been raped or arrested.” “I’ll be careful, but just so that you know, I’m a Karate Black Belt.” “Good for you. I’ve also seen you staring at those mesh leotards, you do know that they are designed to be worn under something don’t you?” “Yes but.” “So where are you thinking of wearing it on its own Sandra?” “The university gym, I was thinking of wearing it to workout.” “Interesting, if you get all sweaty it will go transparent.” “I was hoping that it would.” I replied. Lisa smiled then asked, “So you’re planning on working out, anything else, maybe you could teach Karate?” “”No, I don’t fancy that, but I might take up swimming or track, I can do those without much contact with others.” “I can understand that, my cats are my only regular friends. Have you got any track clothes or a swimming costume?” “Not that I would be seen dead in. What I have got may have been okay for school or when my parents were around but I’m a different girl now.” “I can believe that Sandra, I can’t see you going to school dressed like you are right now.” “Definitely not, I would have got suspended.” “Stay there a minute.” Lisa said and she got up and left her office. Three minutes later Lisa was back holding some garments. “Right Sandra, here is one of those leotards and a lingerie bra and knickers set that could easily be mistaken for a bikini, they’ll both fit you.” “I can’t afford the top never mind those.” “Because you seem to be a girl after my own heart I’m going to let you have the lot for £20, can you afford that?” “Yes, really, you’d do that for me?” “Yes Sandra, just you make sure that you are back here every Thursday and Saturday.” “Oh I will, I really will, I’ve had a great time today.” “Good, I’ll take the £20 out of your wages, Just don’t get arrested.” “I won’t, I can run fast as well.” “Even when you’re naked?” “Especially when I’m naked.” “Okay Sandra, see you on Thursday, that’s if you are not in jail.” “Bye Lisa.” I left, and to say that I was over the moon would be an understatement. As I walked back to my room my nipples and clit were tingling in anticipation of the fun I intended to have. I had an early night wanting to be full of energy for the next day but I just had to rub one out to try to relax and go to sleep. ***** Sunday started early, probably because I was excited about what I was planning to do. As I was rubbing one out I decided to stop just before I orgasmed, I wanted to be aroused when I started my adventure. The city that I was in has a Tram system that is great for getting around. I’d already noticed that it was busy early on a Sunday as people went to the centre to do their shopping, then it went much quieter before people started heading for home. After my full bathroom routine, during which I edged again, and getting myself some breakfast, I put on the top, a necklace and some shoes. I took my little shoulder bag with me but I did not intend to wear it across my chest as that would affect the way that my tits got exposed, then with by bag over my shoulder and a paperback in one hand, I set off. It felt like I was naked as I went out onto the street only to find that it was still a little chilly. I looked up and saw blue sky and knew that it would warm up soon. So I walked to the nearby park, every minute or so looking down to my chest to make sure that one of my nipples hadn’t escaped. Satisfied that just straight, normal walking wouldn’t cause my nipples to escape, I slowed my walking pace, got my sunglasses out of my bag, put them on and started looking around. I saw a few people who looked like they were walking through the park to their work or the shops, most of them walking towards me. I knew that I had to walk and act with confidence, if I acted like I was deliberately trying to show my body or I was ashamed by my lack of coverage, I would give people the impression that I was doing something wrong and one of them might call the police. Technically I wasn’t doing anything wrong because my goodies were covered and technically, even if they were on display, it would only be against the law if I was acting in a lewd manor or trying to upset people and it was not my intention to do either. Unless, of course, my arousal got the better of me and I started frigging, but I intended to keep myself under control. On I walked trying to look as confident as I could and it was working, okay, people were looking at me but no one really stared or said anything. After about 15 minutes I decided to stop and sit on one of the benches for a while so I selected one that was beside a main path and sat on the middle of it, with my butt near the front edge, and got my book out of my bag. I didn’t cross my legs but kept my knees together. I looked down at the hem of the top and saw that it was tight across my hips. I couldn’t see my slit but I knew that anyone who looked would be able to see it unless I put one of my hands at the top of my legs, which I didn’t. I opened my book and pretended to read whilst looking sideways out of my sunglasses. I would say that there were people walking along that path, passed me, on average every 2 minutes and I watched every one of them approaching. If they were anything other than a middle-aged or elderly woman I would open my knees a little and watch them as the passed. I got quite a few double takes and if any of them really stared I opened my knees some more. As time went on I was getting more and more aroused and when one guy about my age actually stopped and really stared I was on the edge. If he had stared at my pussy any longer I’m sure that I would have orgasmed. How I kept my hands on my book I will never know. After that guy had gone I got up and walked. I needed to let my arousal subside. On I walked and I came to a raised flower garden with a wall round it. That wall must have been nearly a metre high and quite deep. As I got closer I decided that I needed to show my pussy some more and I thought that sitting on the wall, sideways, would be a good opportunity to do just that. I’d never really sat on anything like that and thought about what I would be showing if I were wearing a skirt so this was a first for me. I thought that if it didn’t work I could just move on and find another bench. Anyway, I jumped up then swung my legs round and sat with bent knees, facing the way that the most people were coming from. I put my hand under my thighs and was pleased easily find my pussy, my butt not even sitting on the fabric of the top. I pushed my feet as far away from me as I could without obstructing the view of my pussy, then I leant back on one hand whist holding the book against my knees with my other hand. I checked my chest and felt that one nipple was in real danger of escaping, the rest of the arm side of the tit clearly on display. It wasn’t long before my sunglasses covered eyes were following people who walked towards and passed me and more people looked towards me. I saw a group of half a dozen men in overalls walking towards me and when they got real close I heard one of them say, “Fucking hell, look at that?” They stopped walking and just stared at me for ages, me just pretending to read and ignoring them. However, my pussy wasn’t ignoring them and I wondered if they could see my juices leaking out of me. Once they had gone and were out of sight I put my book down then looked at the wall under my pussy and saw a little puddle. Then I realised that I had been showing them all of the side of one of my tits and the nipple, the fabric of the top was just resting on the end of the nipple. I smiled to myself then decided to stay there for a little longer before going to a coffee shop to replace some of the fluids that were now on the wall. After a few more people saw my pussy and a lot of side boob, well a lot of the side of my little boob, I got off the wall and headed to where I knew there was a coffee shop. This is in a more built-up area and I guessed that there would be more people walking around. As I walked there I remembered to act with confidence, trying not to attract one kind of attention but definitely attract the kind of attention that I wanted. I saw a few people looking and I didn’t get any of the type of attention that I didn’t want. As I walked into the coffee shop a girl that is on the same course as me was coming out. “Wow Sandra, that’s an amazing outfit, so daring.” “Hi Jennifer, yes, I guess that it a bit daring, but it’s not like I’ve got much for anyone to see or complain about anyway.” “Well I think that you look great Sandra. Sorry, gotta go or I’ll be late for work.” “Seeya Jennifer.” I replied and continued to the counter The Barista did a double take when he saw me and as I got my money out of my purse I noticed that 1 of my nipples had escaped, I looked at the Barista and saw that he had spotted it too so I let him have a good look for a few seconds then said, “Oops, maybe wearing this dress today wasn’t such a good idea.” “You look great in it to me.” The Batista replied, but by then I had adjusted the ‘dress’ so that both my nipples were covered. I smiled at him and passed a £5 note to him then waited for my change. As I reached to put the coins in the charity box on the counter I felt the other nipple escape but I ignored it, picked up my coffee, turned and looked for a table. There were half dozen couples in there and I could see 2 of the men looking at me but I chose to go and sit at one of the tables outside. I chose one where I could sit and look at the people walking along the footpath towards me and sat on the front edge of the chair leaning back and didn’t cross my legs. Instead I left my knees slightly apart. This meant that although my slit appeared to be covered when I looked down, anyone approaching me would, if they looked, be able to see it with my clit sticking out between my lips. I put my sunglasses back on and got my book out of my bag. Pretending to read, I could look over my book and watch the people approaching me and see if they looked my way and gave some indication that they’d seen my pussy. The last sip of my coffee was cold by the time I took it because I’d been sat there for at least 30 minutes and noticed 7 men and 1 girl who had probably seen my slit. The girl just smiled but the men had a variety of reactions from just a double take and a short stare, to 1 guy who stopped, knelt down and re-tied a shoelace, all whilst staring at my pussy and maybe the side on 1 tit, its areola and nipple that was uncovered because I’d discreetly adjusted the top so that the edge of the fabric rested on the end of my nipple. I was quite aroused and pleased with myself when I got up to leave. I think that I flashed my bare butt a little when I stood up because when I sat down the back hem of the top was half way up my butt, and I’d got a bit sweaty sitting there so when I stood up the fabric was sticking to me for a few seconds before I pulled it down. My next place that I intended to expose my pussy was the trams and I set off walking to where I could get on one. This was going to cost me money but I had decided that it could well be rewarding in feeding what had rapidly become a fetish to me. As I walked I kept noticing the odd person, mainly men, looking at me. I knew that the top was covering my pussy and butt, and for most of the time my nipples but some of the stares made me move a hand to check that I was covered. I chose the tram line that has the longest route, going right across town and out into the suburbs, and as the tram approached I was pleased to see that it was only about half full. I chose a seat near the middle doors so that people would have to walk passed me to get on or off. The seats were in groups of 4, 2 sets of 2 facing each other. This meant that I could sit on a group of 4 and there would be a big space in front of me giving people passing plenty of space to look at my bare legs and pussy. When I sat I did so lazily, my butt near the front edge of the seat then lay back and moved my leg that was nearest the aisle slightly into the aisle. Then I pulled the hem of the top down as far as it would go and I couldn’t see my pussy, but the hem was still very close to my pussy so it would be visible to people approaching me. Of course I didn’t cross my legs, instead I spread my knees a little then took my foot that was nearest the window out of its shoe and put the foot on the seat opposite (not something that I would normally do). That opened up the gap between the top and my thighs and my pubis so there was plenty of skin, all around my pubis and pussy, on display. Finally, I adjusted the fabric over my little tits so that the end of my nipple nearest the aisle was only just covered. My voyeurs would be able to see half of my little, conical tit. My body and ‘dress’ was ready so I stared out of the window but at the same time looking at the reflection of what was going on inside the carriage, and waited. That tram route has lots of stops and people were frequently getting on and off and walking passed me to do so. My face looked like I was daydreaming, which I was, and I could only see the reflections of people’s faces but that was good enough for me to tell when someone had spotted my exposed slit with my clit sticking out between the lips and I was pleased with the number of people that I thought had seen me. I’d previously worked out that going on for 90% of people are way too unobservant for their own good but the percentage that saw my slit was way above average. It was the younger men that gave me the biggest thrill, especially those who stopped and stared for a few seconds before hurrying on. I was sat like that for going on for 45 minutes and my slit must have been seen by around 20 people. When the tram got back to my stop I was well pleased with the results and decided that I would do it again before the weather got too cold. On my walk back to my accommodation I had to pass a very old building that is built on a bit of a hill and has lots of steps up to the entrance. I don’t know what is in there as there are no signs and I haven’t bothered to go and look but the interesting thing was that there were quite a few people sitting all over the steps. Some were drinking coffee, some reading, some just looking around and some just talking. As I approached the building I started to get an idea and when I got to the steps I decided that I too would do some ‘reading’ there so I climbed about half way up the steps, turned and sat on a step. The cold of the stone steps soon cooled my bare butt, but that wasn’t what I was there for, I looked back down to the footpath and saw that my butt was about head height of the people walking by, just what I wanted. My feet were a couple of steps down so I spread them so that they were about shoulder width apart then I put my knees together, got my book out of my bag and started to pretend to read but was actually looking down through my sunglasses at the people waking by to see if they looked up at me and saw my pussy which was starting to get very wet at the thought of people seeing it. I hadn’t realised just how busy that footpath was but when I thought about it, it was one of the main routes from the centre of town to the area with lots of blocks of student accommodation and most of the people walking by did look like students. It didn’t take long before I saw a guy do a double take as he looked up towards me then he turned and walked up to me. “That is you behind those sunglasses isn’t it Suzie? I’d recognise that pussy anywhere.” I heard the young man say. I looked up at him and replied, “Excuse me, are you talking to me? Do I know you?” “Suzie, it is you isn’t it? Dean, we hit it off at that party just over a week ago and we went back to my place. I have to say that I like your outfit Suzie, even more revealing than what you wore to the party.” It was one of the guys that I’d picked-up at a party and gone back to his place for a good fuck before I’d sneaked out while he was asleep. What’s more, I couldn’t even remember his name. “Oh shit.” I thought then said, “Oh yes, Dean, the one with the untidiest room I’ve ever seen.” “That’s me, it didn’t seem to bother you that night Suzie.” “That’s because I was looking for a cock to give me a good fucking but you fell asleep on me before we could start round 2, and what do you mean ‘recognise that pussy anywhere’?” “I could see your pussy from the footpath, why do you think that I came up here?” I pretended to look shocked that he had seen my pussy and I moved my feet down a step and closed the gap between my feet and said, “Well that shouldn’t have happened and it won’t happen again, and you still haven’t said how you recognised my pussy.” “I haven’t seen many pussies that are just a slit with a clit sticking out, most have some flaps and don’t look as good as yours, so do you fancy coming back for round 2 now?” “No, I’m not in the mood.” I lied I did fancy getting fucked but not by him. “Are you sure, round 2 will be better that round 1, I haven’t had drink since yesterday.” “Not going to happen Dean, is that what you said your name was?” “Yes it is, shame, I’m sure that I could give you a really memorable fuck.” “Not going to happen.” “Okay, your loss Suzie.” “That’s a matter of opinion.” I replied as he gave up and left. I waited until he was out of sight then put my legs back where they had been before that guy had spoilt my fun. At least he’d got a good look at my pussy when he had been sober. I stayed there pretending to read my book and watching more people walk by. Although quite a few people looked up and saw me I was disappointed that it wasn’t a higher number. As I watched them I tried to think of places where I could be naked with lots of people around to see me, but apart from beaches in Europe I couldn’t think of any. By the time I finished my journey back to my room I didn’t need to try to act confidently because I was confident, I’d been outside wearing just that top and not had even 1 problem, well apart from that idiot Dean. I was so confident that about half a mile from my accommodation I did a quick turn of my shoulders to the left then the right, knowing that the fabric would bunch between my tits, and walked the rest of the way with both nipples exposed. I was amused when 1 of 2 youths walking towards me got passed me and loudly said, “Did you see her nipples?” My right hand got very busy just as soon as I got to my room and I rubbed 2 out before having a nap then getting on with other things. ***** On the Monday afternoon I decided to go and have a session at the university’s gym and maybe a swim so I got out the leotard and put it on. I was a little disappointed that it had a little patch of cotton fabric in the crotch but that was easily taken care of with some small scissors. The leotard was very much like a one-piece swimsuit and the coverage was that of a swimsuit for a middle-aged woman but I bet that not may middle-aged women would wear a swimsuit made of that fabric, I had to be careful putting on so that my nails didn’t damage any of it. Looking in the mirror I first saw how it moulded itself to every contour of my body and how I could see the darker colour of the skin of my areolae and nipples. Although it stretched across my little tits the neck was so high that people wouldn’t be looking down the top, not that they would need to because it showed the exact shape of my little cones from the sides and top and bottom. I was so proud that they stuck straight out without even a hint of sag. Looking further down my body I thought that if the fabric had been more see-through and flesh coloured, instead of white, people would have had to look closely to realise that I was actually wearing something. The camel toe was amazing and I could even see the darker coloured skin of my clitoris. As I stood and admired myself I thought, “Well no one can say that I’m not covered, it’s just that the fabric was hiding next to nothing.” Then I had a twinge of nerves, could I really wear just that in the workout room? All the other students that I’d seen there were wearing shorts and a T-shirt. Then I remembered that the only staff person that I’d seen there was the girl on reception, no instructors or anything else “Sod it,” I thought, “It’s Monday afternoon and there may not even be anyone else there.” I didn’t try on the bra and thong set that Lisa had given me because I had seen one on a mannequin at the shop and anyway, it was fully adjustable so I left it in the little plastic bag. I took the leotard off, put everything that I thought that I would need into a bag, put my hair into a ponytail, slipped a very old summer dress and some shoes on, and left my room. As I walked to the sports centre a gentle breeze reminded me of just how short I was when I first wore that thin, cotton summer dress. Either the dress had shrunk or I had grown. Either way the breeze on my pussy was ‘pleasant’. At the sports centre I signed in and got a pleasant smile from the girl receptionist then I went to the changing rooms and discovered that no one else was there. I quickly changed into my leotard and trainers then looked in the mirror and was pleased that my camel toe complete with bulge where my clit protrudes looked great, and that my little ice cream cones were perfectly covered in the white mesh, and I could see the darker colour skin of my areole and nipples. I took a deep breath and left the changing room. Seconds later I was opening the door into the workout room and I have to say that I was disappointed. There were only 2 guys and 1 girl in there and they were engrossed in their own workouts. I also saw something that I hadn’t see before, a sign saying that firstly there were no instructors and secondly, that the university accepted no responsibility for any accidents or injuries. I looked around trying to decide where to start. Because I intended to go back there every week I wanted to establish a routine of varied exercises that would help to keep me fit. Thankfully, I saw an instructions sheet on the wall behind each machine so I decided to start at one end and work my way around the machines to see how I got on. It was when I got to the second machine that I saw the girl who was in there looking at me. I smiled at her and she smiled back then said, “What’s an impressive workout outfit, I’ve never seen anyone wearing a leotard in here, cute.” “This is all I’ve got at the moment, I need to get a job so that I can afford some proper clothes.” The girl smiled and got onto the machine she was stood by. Shortly after that one of the guys saw me and he did a double take before saying ‘Hi’. I said ‘Hi’ back and we continued using the machine that we were on. I was starting to get the hang of it all and moved on to the next few machines then came to an exercise bike. Wow, it was so different sitting on that saddle with just the thin leotard covering my pussy than riding my bike back home where I’d always have at least 2 layers of usually thick clothes between my pussy and the saddle. The pressure on my clit was very pleasant. Okay, I wasn’t pushing myself to my limits but I was doing enough to make me get a sweat on so when I got off the bike I went and got a drink of water from the big bottle’s dispenser. As I was stood sipping the water and watching the other people there another guy came in, did a double take of me, smiled and went to one of the machines. The next machine for me was a Steps one and I watched myself in the huge wall mirror I climbed on and looked at myself in the mirror. I quickly realised that my sweat had made the leotard more see-through. The other thing was that the crotch of the leotard had decided to creep into my camel toe and from being about 6 or 7 cm wide, it had compressed to less that 1 cm wide and was partially hidden in my vulva apart from where it still covered my clit which now looked a bit white. I wondered if I could lift the fabric off my clit and put it all on one side clit so that my bare clit was on display. At that stage I didn’t make any adjustments, just continued on that machine then moved on to the next one. When I got to the final machine I smiled when I saw the diagrams of how to use it, it was a machine called a hip abductor, designed to exercise you thigh muscles by you forcing your legs either wide apart or pulling them together. As I sat on the machine I looked over to see what the 2 guys in the room were doing and I saw that they kept looking over towards me. As I forced my legs wide apart I looked again and saw that both of them were looking at me. My pussy immediately started tingling and getting a bit wetter. I knew that I had to act as though I was wearing a perfectly acceptable, thick fabric outfit so I did my best to do just that, ignoring the guys and acting like nothing was on display. Apart and together, apart and together my legs went, then I got off the machine and adjusted the weights so that it was harder for me to do, then got back on and did it again, and again, and again. When my legs really started aching I decided that the show was over and I got off the machine then looked around and at the 2 guys and saw that they were both staring at me. I smiled at them then decided that I’d done enough on the machines and should do some floor exercises. As I walked over to the big posters that were stuck to the mirrors on the wall I looked at myself, the leotard was even more see-through because of more sweat and I could see both my shiny labia lips. My vagina lubricated some more as I moved over to in front of the posters. After a quick look at the exercises that I could do I turned my head and looked to see if anyone was looking at me. Another guy had come in but none of them were looking my way so my right hand went to my pussy and lifted the fabric of the leotard off my clit then made sure that it all went down one side of my clit and both my lips were still showing. Then I looked at the posters and decided which ones that I’d try. I got stuck in to doing quite a few of the exercises, ignoring what I knew I was showing, especially when some of the exercises involved spreading my legs a lot. I also ignored the other people in there other than taking a quick look to see if any of them were watching me. I was pleased that the guys were. When I’d completed the last one that I intended to do I was no longer short of breath but I was still hot and sweaty. I just stood there for a few seconds deciding if I wanted to do more of something, or stop there. Then I had an idea, my brain went back to my Karate days and the Katas that we used to do. I looked around and saw that there was enough open space and there was no one exercising there so I moved the middle and assumed the position. Now if any of the readers know anything about Karate, and the Katas, then you will know that they involve a lot of high kicking, and I was frequently praised for how high I could kick. The difference between back then and now was what I was wearing, certainly not the thick, canvas, white Karate Gi that I wore when I had the lessons, although my Gi wasn’t restrictive it was totally different to the next to nothing leotard that I was wearing right then and I found that I could easily kick just a high which meant that my body was bending more therefore exposing my spread pussy to the other people in the room. The other guys in there had spotted my short, spread pussy displays and they were watching me but I ignored them and kept on going through my Katas. When I finished them I was done in and just wanted to relax so I walked back to the changing room, passing another guy who was waking towards me and staring at my tits and pussy. I felt good but knackered. Looking in the mirror I saw just how see-through the leotard had become. I smiled to myself as I thought that because no one had said anything I could come back and wear just the leotard again. Hopefully, the next time with more guys there to see me. The warm shower revived me and as I was drying myself I decided that I was going to the pool. I hadn’t been swimming since I had dropped out of the classes and I’d missed it and wanted to go right then. It would be good to dive in and race to the other end of the pool. I got dressed and headed for the pool. Again there was only a girl on reception and I saw signs saying that there was no lifeguards and words to the effect that if I drowned it was my fault and not theirs. In the women’s changing room I got naked then got the ‘bikini’ out of my bag. I looked at the picture on the plastic bag that it was still sealed in and got the impression that it might cover a lot more than my little tits and pussy, but ‘what the hell’, and I ripped the bag open. It was then that I started to think that something wasn’t like what I expected. As I opened the little bundle of fabric I quickly discovered that Lisa had given me one of the ‘strings only’ bra and knickers sets. I cursed and swore then started to wonder if I could get away with going swimming in that. After all, from the back it would look no different to any other thong, string bikini. I put it on, looked in the mirror and liked what I saw, my tits and pussy were nicely framed by the white strings. I wasn’t sure that I dare go out to the pool in that ‘bikini’ so I went to the door, looked out and saw just a handful of people all swimming lengths. I waited until most of them were swimming away from me then ran and dived in. Wow, that was the first time that I’d ever swum with my pussy and tits not covered by a thick suit and it was nice, the water rushing over my bits made me feel good and a bit aroused. I started doing lengths like everyone else and it felt good. When I stopped for a rest it was at the shallow end and without thinking I stood up, the water only coming up to my waist. I turned and leant back against the side getting my breath back and saw a slow swimmer get near and when I looked at his face I saw his wide open eyes looking at me. I suddenly realised why, I was, in effect, topless. I ducked down, looked away and the young man continued his swimming. I did a few more lengths then stopped for another rest but this time I didn’t stand up in the shallow end I just stayed with my shoulders in the water. After another few lengths I decided to leave but I had to get out of the water and back to the changing room. Then I remembered that from behind I looked like any other girl wearing a thong bikini so I swam to the steps near the changing rooms and climbed out. Unfortunately, or fortunately, just as I got my feet on the side of the pool a couple of young men came out of the men’s changing room straight in front of me. There was no way that I was going to act like it was wrong to have my tits and slit on display so I just smiled, said hello and walked passed them and into the ladies changing room, all while registering their surprised faces. I think that they walked into each other just as I was passing them but I wasn’t sure and didn’t turn to look back to see. Again there was no other females in the changing room so I took the bikini off, showered, got dressed and left. During my walk back to my room I reflected on my afternoon and was quite satisfied for a first time wearing the leotard and then the bikini and decided to make it a weekly event, although I did decide to start a little later each time so that there was a better chance of there being more students at both venues. The excitement of being seen in the workout room was slightly different to that of being with my tits and pussy blatantly uncovered, but both were very rewarding and I just had to rub out a couple of orgasms as soon as I got to my room. ***** The next couple of days were relatively uneventful and it was soon Thursday afternoon and I was walking to the shop. Lisa and Bella greeted me, Lisa with a bit of a grin on her face. When I got the chance to talk to Lisa I thanked her for the clothes and told her that I’d gone to the university to swim in the mesh bra and thong set that she let me have. “Did you let some guys see you through the mesh then?” Lisa asked. “No I didn’t, the set you gave me were strings only underwear so there was no mesh to cover me.” “Oops, I must have picked up the wrong package, sorry about that, so you didn’t go for a swim then.” “Oh I went for a swim, have you ever gone skinny dipping Lisa? The water rushing over my bits was delicious.” “You went skinny dipping Sandra? Do they let students swim in the nude at the university pool?” “I don’t know, I wore the strings only underwear set and at least 3 men got a look at my front.” “You naughty girl Sandra, and yes I have been skinny dipping and yes, it is a great feeling.” We left it at that because a customer came over and asked for a particular type of skirt so I took her over to them. The rest of the afternoon was quite busy, there had been a delivery that morning and Lisa wanted the new stock out on display as soon as possible. I had been hoping to have a bit of fun in the changing rooms but it wasn’t to be. ***** On the Friday night I went to another party that I had heard about but this one turned out a bit different to the others that I’d been to. Although I was only looking for a guy to fuck me at his place, I got asked to join a game of truth and dare. My initial response was that I didn’t want to get involved but then I thought that I didn’t have to tell the truth about anything, I could just make up anything that I wanted, I didn’t know anyone there so no one could prove that I was lying, so I said that I would play. It was passed midnight when I got there and everyone looked as though they had started drinking in the early evening. Of course I was very sober but by then had developed the art of looking and acting as though I was half pissed. There was only a dozen people there, 8 guys and 4 girls and they all wanted to sit on the floor to play. Somehow it ended up that the 4 girls were sat in one third of the circle and the guys on the other two thirds so I was facing the guys and I knew that the girls would pick on a guy for the dares and the guys would pick on the girls. Being sober I realised that the girls would get picked on twice as much as the girls with the potential of 4 naked girls and possibly 8 only partially clothed guys. That sounded good to me although I was hoping to see all 8 cocks. I was wearing a very short skirt and when we all sat crossed-legged in the circle I knew that most of the guys would be able to see my pussy. One guy there, Damien, sort of took charge and said that we would go round the circle and that person could challenge anyone. But no one could be challenged twice in a row. The first challenge was to another of the girls and when she replied ‘truth’ Damien asked her how many guys had fucked her. “This is a good start.” I thought, “maybe I won’t need to go back to the room of one of the guys.” Everyone seemed to be going for truths at first with me being asked when I first got fucked. I lied and said I was half the age I was right then which made a few eyes open wide for a second or two. Then one of the girls got dared to take her top off and it soon became a game of just dares. Before long all the girls, including me, were topless and when my top came off everyone stared at my little, pointy tits for a good minute before one of the guys said that he bet that they tasted nice. That prompted a short discussion about the taste of skin as opposed to what you can do to tits to make the girl feel good. By then 4 of the guys were topless as well but none of them were embarrassed and 2 of the girls wore hand bras as much as they could. The other girl and me were not at all embarrassed and I’m sure that she was sticking her chest out as much as I was. The game went on and all the girls dared the guys to take off their jeans whilst the guy dared the girls to let one of the guys kiss their mouths or their tits. It was when this started that Damien decided that their should be a time limit for mouth or tit kissing of 2 minutes. I smiled and noted that he didn’t include pussy or cock kissing. Anyway, 2 of the guys got dared to kiss my tits (separately) and I quite enjoyed it because they didn’t just stick to kissing. Then one girl got dared to take her jeans off so she was just left in her knickers. The next 3 dares were for the remaining girls to take their jeans or skirts off. The other 2 girls were left just wearing thongs and me totally naked. I’d stood up to drop my skirt and it was only the girls who where surprised to see that I was knickerless and now totally naked, all the guys having already seen up my skirt. When it came to the girls turns to dare the guys 4 of them were left down to just their underwear. The guys part of the circle soon had the knickers off the other 3 girls but when I was dared it was to take the boxers off one of the guys and give him a blowjob for 2 minutes. There was a deadly silence as the dare sunk in with the others but I stood up and went over to the guy who I thought was the cutest. “Stand.” I ordered and when he did I quickly pulled his boxers down causing a couple of the girls to gasp quite loudly. His cock was big and as hard as it probably could be. I knelt down and got to work starting with a bit of licking the tip, tasting his pre-cum, then, not wanting to waste any of the 2 minutes I went down on him trying to take as much of his cock as I could into my mouth. My head bobbed up and down for what I was sure was more than 2 minutes but it was only after he’d cum and I’d swallowed the lot that I heard Damien shout “time”. I stood up, turned to face the rest of the circle and gave a little curtsy before going back to my place in the circle to some clapping and cheering from both the guys and the girls. “Wow, Suzie,” Damien said, “I didn’t think that you would do that.” “I said that I’d do all the dares so I did.” I replied. I could see all the guys smiling, I guessed that they were all wondering what else they could get me to do, and the girls looked to be just as bad. I wondered if they’d all be like that if they were sober. It was the girls turn next and the first 2 dared 2 of the boys to eat other girl’s pussy for 2 minutes. Neither of them orgasmed but they certainly looked like they enjoyed it. The third girl wasn’t so brave and she dared one of the guys to wank for 2 minutes. For some reason the other guys didn’t seem too interested in that but all 4 of us girls certainly enjoyed it. Then it was my turn to dare a guy. I looked along the line of guys and picked the guy with the largest bulge and said, “I dare you to take those undies off, lay back and let me ride your cock for 2 minutes.” Again there were a couple of jaws that dropped and a couple of eyes going wide open before some cheering. The ‘victim’ also looked a little surprised but soon his undies were coming off and he was laying back. All 4 of us girls were staring at his cock which, I would say, was bigger than the average of the ones that I’ve seen, and it certainly looked hard enough. “Who’s got a condom?” I asked. One of the guys got one from his jeans pocket and passed it to me. Then I knelt and slowly slid the condom down his cock, giving him a quick wank as I did so. I felt his cock jerk a little and I hoped that he wasn’t going to shoot his load before he got inside me. The I stood up and stood either side of his hips. I looked down at his face and saw that he was looking up at my smooth, coin slot pussy with my hard clit slicking out from between my slightly spread lips. “You ready big boy?” I asked. He wasn’t in a frame of mind to answer me so I started bending my knees and lowering my pussy towards his cock. Reaching down with my right hand I guided his cock to my descending pussy and I sighed as it made contact and went inside as I kept lowering myself. I kept going until I bottomed out and was thinking that it was the biggest cock that I’d had inside me. I just sat there for a few seconds then looked around. Just about everyone there was sat staring at us, Damien not even looking at his watch which was good because I didn’t want the 2 minutes to be up before I’d rode that cock to an orgasm, and I started doing just that. Slowly at first then I picked up speed as I continued to watch the faces of the people around me. For some reason, them watching me fuck that cock was really increasing my arousal level and I orgasmed before the cock did but I managed to keep going as the waves of first orgasm hit me then subsided. The little waves started to get bigger again and I felt another orgasm building then the waves turned into a tsunami as I felt the cock jerk then start filling the tip of the condom and the tsunami of the orgasm exploded out of me with me again shouting that I was cumming. As the waves receded and the cock softened my hips stopped moving around and I just sat there, still impaled on the softening cock. By the time I pushed up on my legs and stood above him his cock looked quite small inside the condom with the load of his cum threatening to seep out of the bottom of it. I lifted my left leg over to be next to my right leg, turned to look at Damien and said, “That wasn’t longer than 2 minutes was it?” “Who the fuck cares.” Another of the guys said. I went and sat in my original place in the circle and waited for the game to continue. It was the guys turns to start daring and they all picked on a girl and by the time each of the guys had had their turn, all 3 of the other girls had been fucked twice and me 3 times. By that time interest in more dares had started to wane, one guy even looking like he’d gone to sleep, or passed out, and one of the guys started getting more beers. The funny thing was that no one seemed interested in getting dressed. As I was still very sober, but pretending not to be, I said, to no one in particular, “Who’s next?” No one seemed interested and one of the girls said, “I’m going home.” and started looking for her clothes. “Yeah, good idea.” I added and got to my feet, pretending to be unsteady on my feet for a few seconds before staggering to where I knew I’d thrown my clothes. Soon, me and the other girl were heading out and down to the street. “Which way are you going?” I asked. The girl looked all around, put an arm up pointing in one direction and replied, “That a way.” Then she staggered away. I took a few deep breaths the headed back to my building with a smile on my face. *****

Siobhan's Streaking Sunday by Tlerone Locked out naked after a party, Siobhan streaks the city... Blinking upon awakening to get rid of the bleariness in her eyes, Siobhan groaned as she stretched, her surroundings being immediately unfamiliar to her. The blonde sat up abruptly, finding herself on a couch in the middle of what was very obviously a student's living room, her body covered by a soft grey blanket. She sat for a few seconds, before remembering what had led her to falling asleep in such a place. She had been at a party the night before, hosted by her friend Robyn, who's living room she had obviously slept in. From what she remembered; the party had been fun. Plenty of alcohol, games, shots and... She couldn't remember much after that, the last time she recalled checking the time, it was 10pm. Siobhan's face went a little red, realising she must have blacked out after too many drinks. Luckily, she didn't often get hangovers, and her head felt fine this morning, despite her lack of memory of the night before. Looking at the time on her almost-out-of -charge phone, Siobhan saw that it was 5:30am. She never did sleep long, and based on her previous timings of her own sleep, she reasoned that she had probably passed out somewhere around midnight. Robyn probably wouldn't be awake for a few more hours, so Siobhan figured that the least she could do for her first friend in this new country would be to make her some coffee. Being from an upper-class posh background, Siobhan found difficulty making friends when she had first arrived. Her prim and proper appearance and properly British accent would often give away her status to her lower-class classmates, and allowed them to avoid her, thinking that she would be too above them. Not Robyn though, she latched on to Siobhan straight away, and took her under her wing, teaching her the ways of being a broke student, complete with nightly meals of ramen and frequent parties. The British blonde put her bare feet to the floor, ready to get up to make her friend the hangover curing beverage, feeling the blanket falling away from her body when she noticed... She was butt freaking naked! "Oh dear!" The Brit exclaimed in shock, her hands grabbing the grey blanket and pulling it back to cover her previously uncovered c-cup breasts, her rosy nipples standing at attention from the cold. How the hell had she ended up naked?! She had never slept naked before! The blonde's face got redder as a previously forgotten memory of the night before began to form in her head... 7 hours earlier "Shots! Shots! Shots!" The chanting of the party rang in Siobhan's ears, feeling the tequila burn as it slid down her throat, seeing Robyn and a few others grimacing as they finished their own shots. The British girl hiccupped, giggling as she put down her shot glass, feeling warm and fuzzy, both from the copious amount of alcohol she had already drank, combined with the fact that she was finally getting along with her classmates at her college, a large quantity of them cheering at her finishing her shot. "Are you all good?" Robyn asked her from across the table, wiping her mouth from her own shot, as the crowd got louder, singing along to the music playing. Siobhan knew she was a lightweight, but wanted to prove to everyone that she could handle her drink. "Of course I am!" Siobhan answered proudly, "Why don't we play some games?!" She said partly to Robyn, but mostly to the crowd, their cheers at her suggestion filling her up with pride, and making her a little red in the face. "Games? Sure, I've got just the one!" Robyn said, getting up from the table, making her way to retrieve the game she had in mind. Siobhan giggled, as multiple people continued to cheer for her taking the shot, and her suggestion at the game, making the Brit feel welcome at a student party for the first time since term started. Before long, Robyn returned to the table, placing a pack of playing cards in the middle. "How about a game of strip poker!" Robyn announced loudly, making Siobhan's stomach drop, and her face redden at the suggestion, even more so as the cheers of her classmates around her just seemed to get louder... ~ Siobhan cringed at the memory. They had played strip poker! And she had clearly lost! She felt her cheeks burning, her heart pounding in her chest as she realised that everyone in the party must have seen her naked! Her hands shook as she reached for her phone again, the blondes nerves almost getting the better of her, as she was sure there would be numerous text messages or social media posts about her embarrassing exposure. Her phone had finally run of our charge it seemed, and the Brit groaned, throwing it beside her on the couch and putting her head in her hands. She would be even more of a laughing stock than she was already. All those people would have seen her tits, and they would know she wasn't a natural blonde thanks to the fuzzy patch of brunette hair between her legs! She had liked the natural look, but now it seemed that would be her detriment. "Alright. Focus... you can't change what's happened..." Siobhan said to herself, taking a deep breath, and finally taking her head from her hands. She may have committed social suicide the night before, but there were more pressing issues. For one thing, she was still naked! Not a stitch of clothing from head to toe. She needed to find her clothes and get dressed, before she could fully evaluate how ruined her life was. Gritting her teeth, the blonde stood up, wrapping the blanket around herself like a towel, the fabric covering from her chest to her ankles. Still blushing furiously, Siobhan looked around the living room, various empty bottles of various alcohols a few ash trays littering the tables and floors. The Brit was careful, navigating her bare feet across the stained carpet, making sure to check every nook and cranny for her missing clothes. "God where are they?" The Brit's delightful accent rang out through the still house, deciding to move next to the kitchen. Robyn's house wasn't terribly big, there were only so many places her clothes could be! Still, after 20 minutes of searching, the blonde found no clothes whatsoever. Even checking Robyn's washing machine and laundry hamper, she found nothing that could even remotely cover her bare body. Groaning in frustration, she brough a hand to her temple. Her frustration was evident, as she took a few deep breaths, trying her best to calm her frayed nerves. The nearly naked Brit knew that she was out of options. She had to go to Robyn's room and borrow some of her friends clothes. It would be embarrassing sure, but her friend had likely already seen her naked last night. And if she was still asleep, Siobhan reasoned that she could slip in and out before Robyn even woke up. With a confident "Hmph," the blonde made her way back into the living room, once again being careful to keep a firm grip on her blanket, her only current source of covering, and to not step in any of the spilled alcohol or cigarette ash on the carpet. Making her way out into the front hallway, Siobhan was a little happier to have the hardwood flooring beneath her bare feet, a big contrast to the filthy carpet. Wasting no time, she began climbing the stairs as quick as she reasonably could while still keeping her covering in place. Reaching the top of the stairs, the posh girl was aware the first door at the top was the bathroom. Quickly peaking her head inside to look for any discarded clothes, the Brit sighed as it was very much the same story as downstairs. Moving on swiftly, Siobhan was aware the next room along the hall was Robyn's. Creeping up to the door, Siobhan first tried the handle, groaning as she found the door to be locked. It was pretty common to have locks on each bedroom door in student houses, but right now it was working to her detriment. She figured her only choice was to knock and hope she could wake up Robyn, before she noticed a note taped to the door that she had missed when she first approached. She squinted in the low light and the scrawly, obviously drunken handwriting, barely making it out... Siobhan, Met a cute guy and went to his place for an after party. Feel free to freshen up or hang out. I'll text if I need anything. Robyn. "Oh come on!" The Brit groaned as she read the note. Robyn was no stranger to leaving her if she thought she would get laid. She never had much reason to complain about it, especially not wanting to complain about her best (and only) friend. But this time, she had royally screwed her over! Sighing in defeat, Siobhan turned and began making her way back towards the stairs. There was no point in trying any of Robyn's housemates' rooms, she just couldn't face the embarrassment of facing anyone else while only having the cotton blanket to cover her naked body with. Her footsteps were heavy with frustration, as the blushing Brit made her way back to the living room, conceding herself to waiting until Robyn got home to get some clothes on. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, the blonde stopped, yet another blurry memory reforming in her head as she looked at the front door... 6 hours earlier "No!" Siobhan yelled as she put down her last hand. She was sure her straight flush was going to be the winner for the round, but she wasn't expecting the blonde next to Robyn to have a royal flush up her sleeve. The blonde groaned, taking another swig of her cocktail, and looking longingly at her pile of clothes on the table. "I win again Silver Spoon!" The blonde, who's name she hazily remember as Kate through her drunken state, raised a fist in the air, only having lost her shoes the entire game. Siobhan put her head in her hands, the Brit sitting completely naked at the table. Her drunken state had obviously lowered her inhibitions, and she never in her right mind would have agreed to stripping naked in front of the cheering crowd at the house party. She was embarrassed, but she was making no attempt at covering her perky tits, nor her curly bush, the carpet not at all matching the drapes. Kate leaned forward, grabbing Siobhan's clothes from the table. "What are you doing?" Siobhan asked, her words slightly slurred and her vision fuzzy as she looked on at the other blonde grabbing her clothes. "You can't get any more naked, right? So, by losing this round, I get your clothes!" Kate stated, Siobhan's face blushing once again as she watched the blonde stand up with the bundle of clothes, "You're staying naked for the rest of the night!" The crowd cheered, wolf whistles and humiliating comments could be heard all around her. Siobhan had always wanted more attention after moving country to attend this university, but now it seemed that she was getting too much for her liking, as all eyes were indeed on her. She could feel small tingles running through her body, the posh girl reasoning that it was her nerves running through her body. Snapping out of her state, Siobhan could hear chants of the crowd "THROW THEM OUT! THROW THEM OUT!" Siobhan cringed as she watched Kate, who had moved to the front door of Robyn's house, her clothes under one arm. Siobhan could barely form the words "No" or "Stop", before in one fell swoop, Kate had opened the front door, and thrown Siobhan's clothes with all her might. Siobhan's face was on fire, and her hands came to cover her face as Robyn came to stand next to her. "Guess you're staying naked for the night..." ~ "Outside!" Siobhan said to herself, one hand still gripping the blanket covering her naked body, the other slapping her forehead as the memory returned to her. She could vaguely remember Robyn saying Kate had managed to throw them all the way to the neighbour's yard. The Brit took a breath in attempt to calm her nerves, mentally reminding herself never to attend another one of Robyn's parties. Hell, the way things were going, she would never be doing anything social ever again, not after half the population of her university had seen her assets. Still, she knew where her clothes were. She could get dressed and head home, lock herself in her room, and never emerge again. That was her plan anyways. First things first though, the blonde knew she had to get her clothes from the neighbour's yard... Her hand shaking as it approached the handle of the front door, she tried her best to look out the window of the front door, seeing if she could spot her clothes by eye and plan her route accordingly. No luck it seemed, as a large hedge separated view of Robyn's house from her neighbour. Pressing her forehead to the window in embarrassment and frustration, the Brit admired how the cold glass felt against her hot forehead, before taking another grip of the grey blanket currently covering her. It was still early in the morning, and no one would likely be awake to see her. It was now or never. Turning the handle, Siobhan let out an adorable squeak as she could immediately feel the cool summer breeze roll in, her nipples hardening beneath the blanket in a second, and goosebumps rising on the exposed skin of her arms. Her eyes adjusted to the brightness emanating from outside, the 6am morning sun lighting up the world, which for someone in Siobhan's situation, would turn out to be a curse. Slowly, a bare foot made its way on to the front step, as Siobhan peaked outside to make sure there was no one around before concluding that the coast was clear, bringing her other foot out to step down. Unfortunately for the blonde, she had misjudged the height of the first step, and soon found herself tripping. The let out a squeal, feeling a gust of cold air overtake her body, but managing to steady herself on her feet and not fall on her face. This was swiftly followed by a loud bang. The noise made Siobhan's heart stop and her eyes widen as she realised... "No. No, no, NO!" Looking behind her the Brit saw the door had slammed shut with the gust of wind. Robyn's door had an auto lock, and could only be opened from the outside with a key. Not only that, but the combination of the trip, and the sudden gust of wind had taken the blanket from her body. Only a few inches of it stuck out of the door from the outside... which meant... "Oh dear! Oh dear!" Siobhan repeated the phrase, her voice quiet, but still obviously panicking as her arms came to cover her perky tits, and exposed bush. She was naked! Outside! Not only that but she was locked out, and with Robyn's house being one in a row of houses that had no back yards, she had no way of getting back in. She could feel her hard nipples pressing against her arm covering them. She could feel the wind against her bare ass and blowing through her pubic hair! She needed to get back inside! In a flash, the naked posh girl turned on her feet and moved back towards the front door, knocking on it furiously. She cringed at how loud it was, and would occasionally peek over her bare shoulder for anyone on the sidewalk who might be passing by and getting a lovely view of her bare butt. After a few minutes of this she knew it was no use. The only way of getting back in would be to pound on the door loud enough to wake Robyn's drunken housemates. And doing that was sure to draw attention from the neighbours, exposing her naked body to even more people. Siobhan let out a frustrated sigh, her body going limp and leaning against the door for a second. Before she remembered the reason she had come outside in the first place... "My clothes!" The blonde gasped, remembering they were the reason she had come outside in the first place! They were just in the next yard! She could retrieve them and get dressed, and that way she could comfortably make her way back home... Feeling the heat emanating from her cheeks, the posh girl turned so her back was against the front door, her hands coming to their covering positions once again against her breasts and pussy, she closed her eyes, and once again took a few deep breaths. She had no other choice. Moving as quick as she dared, wanting this to be over as soon as possible, the naked blonde could feel goosebumps rising over her entire body and a strange tingling in her lower body, which she assumed to be nerves. Passing through the gate that separated Robyn's yard from the public sidewalk, Siobhan closed her eyes as she saw the street, and anyone on said street would see a completely naked posh student. Feeling her bare feet against the concrete did nothing to calm Siobhan's nerves as she quickly made her way to the house next door. Opening her eyes, Siobhan looked around the garden, seeing nicely trimmed grass, and a lovely flower bed... But no clothes... "No." Siobhan breathed out, looking over and over again, hoping that her franticness was affecting her vision, and that her clothes were really right there in front of her. But each time, she failed to see any clothes in the garden, and even the surrounding area being void of anything she could even remotely use to cover her naked body. Siobhan's arm gripped her body tighter, nerves flooding the blonde as the crouched next to a car on the street, hoping that no one would be around to see her in such an undignified state. She was from an upper-class family, and here she was, parading herself around in public completely naked like a common street whore. She needed to regain her bearings and figure out what to do. "I can't stay here... Obviously." Siobhan said to herself, looking from her crouched position behind the car to the street around her. There were very few places she could reasonably hide out and wait for Robyn to come home. The Sunday morning sun was shining down on her, reminding her of just how exposed she was. The butterflies in her tummy were getting worse, the blonde a nervous wreck at this point as she tried her best to formulate a plan. It was still early... She only lived about a half hour walk away... and she kept a spare key under a flowerpot. If she could get back to her house, she would be able to get back inside. In her mind, it was her best bet. There was only one real problem... The entire city centre was between her and her house. The mere thought felt like a massive weight on her chest, the blonde clutching her arms tighter to her exposed breasts and feeling her dark curls on her public region tickling the palm of her hand, giving her an unnecessary reminder of her current state of undress, as if the light breeze blowing past her hot exposed skin wasn't doing a good enough job. She had never even been naked outside of her own bedroom or bathroom before last night, and now she was having to consider walking all the way through the city centre with nothing but her own hands as cover. It was something out of a nightmare, and the Brit would have considered this as a possibility if it weren't for the sensation of the ground beneath her bare feet, or the cold metal of the car she was currently crouched beside being all too real for her to entertain that thought. The only thing she had going for her, she thought, was that it was a Sunday. Less crowds would be around than on a weekday or Saturday for sure. Not only that, but it was early in the morning. The sun was out in full, but it was still far too early for most people to have even considered getting out of bed yet. If she hurried, and played her cards right, she may just get away with this, relatively unseen. "It'll be fine," Siobhan tried consoling herself out loud, "It'll be good. Just like playing hide and seek..." her comparison of her impending streak to the classic children's game made sense only in her head, as she had never played that game while completely naked, nor throughout a whole city centre. Still, her false confidence seemed to spur her on, along with the thought that if she stayed crouched where she was any longer, someone was sure to come across her. Staying in one place for too long seemed inadvisable in her mind. "Ok Siobhan... you can do this." The Brit's posh and confident accent returned in full as she slowly got to her feet, her hands still in place covering her womanly assets, as she looked around as best she could to make sure the coast was clear, her body facing the direction she knew her house to be in. Her face flooded crimson, scrunching up as the embarrassment took over for a second, the blonde not wanting to stop her momentum and ponder on how unfair life had been to her in the last few hours. She needed to get home. With a stressful sigh, and a final glance around herself, Siobhan took her first step in the direction of the city centre. Even her bare feet against the ground as she walked was a constant reminder of her humiliating predicament, the Brit taking step after step on the sidewalk, her face red and her eyes wide, never feeling so alert as she was constantly scanning for spectators to her R rated show. There was a knot in her stomach, and if the blonde wasn't mistaken, she could feel strange tingles rising throughout her body the further she walked, heat spreading from her cheeks to the rest of her bare body as she soon found herself nearing the end of the street. Siobhan knew her way home from Robyn's. But still being new to the country, she only knew one route there, being unfamiliar with a lot of the city still. She resumed her crouching position as she reached the end of Robyn's street, the narrow houses ending and giving way to a main road into the city. Perching behind some hedges that led onto the main road, the Brit assessed her options. Immediately in front of her was the main road. The route to get home would involve her crossing said road, which on any other day, was no big deal. However, with her being completely naked, this presented a very big problem for the blonde, as she scrunched up her face in thought, wondering the best way to tackle this latest obstacle in her path. She needed to cross the road. The thought of her standing at the traffic light, waiting for the lights to turn red so that she could safely cross the road, shuffling along with every inch of her body illuminated by the morning sun in front of all the cars that had stopped at the lights, was just about the most humiliating thing that had ever crossed Siobhan's mind. She could feel the heat from her cheeks radiating. Though... it was radiating from other areas... Besides her face. The blonde attempted to put this... confusing... sensation to the back of her mind as she weighed up her other option. It was really early on a Sunday morning. In the minute or so she had already been crouching behind the hedges, Siobhan hadn't seen a single car going down this usually busy main road. It was the riskier option, both in terms of her modesty, and her safety, but she could just run across. Siobhan's hands came from their covering positions to cup her face, feeling the warmth of embarrassment from her predicament. Running across a main road completely naked, showing off her breasts, her ass, her fuzzy crotch to any and all people, in cars or otherwise, who might be around. But still, her other option? Standing and waiting for the fucking light to change? This was probably the least humiliating option of the two... Her mind set, and her breathing steadied, the posh girl peaked out from her hiding space, seeing a car speed past, the first one since she'd assumed her hiding place. This was her chance. Wasting no time, Siobhan took off from behind the hedges, approaching the edge of the footpath. A quick glance to her left and right confirmed to the naked girl that she was in the clear, car-wise at least, not having been as thorough as she would have liked to be for pedestrians. Both arms now clutched her breasts, bracing them for her sprint across the road. Biting her lip, and feeling goosebumps and tingles rising all over her body, Siobhan started running. Feeling the road beneath her feet, and the wind blowing across her bare body, the Brit couldn't find it within herself to look anywhere but straight ahead as she ran. Her heart was threatening to pound out of her bare chest as she reached the halfway point of the road, and the blonde didn't stop to make sure the coast was still clear, fearing that another pedestrian would spot the naked girl standing in the middle of the road. In addition to the pounding in her chest, she could feel a pressure just below. A tingle and a heat, right around her loins. This was not an unfamiliar feeling, but she had only experienced this before when... "Oh fuck..." Siobhan breathed out as she reached the sidewalk on the other side of the road. "Oh fuck, oh fuck!" Her latest revelation had started a panic within her. She was horny! She was actually getting turned on at streaking naked outside. Siobhan's face would have gotten even redder if that was even possible at just the thought of this, and as such, even though she had reached the other side of the road, she didn't stop running, as if thinking that she could outrun her newly realised arousal. With every step she took, the nervous blonde could feel a tingle of excitement emanating from her lady treasure, making its way through her entire body. Siobhan's vision became blurry, both from the strenuous exercise (She knew she should have taken up running club in secondary school!) and from the fast pace of her heart, pumping at a furious pace due to a combination of her running, the utter embarrassment and dread about being naked outside, and the blood that was now rushing to her intimates. In fact, she could particularly feel the breeze of the morning air between her legs now, her pussy having become wet. Siobhan's humiliation only grew at the realisation. She continued her sprint down the street in the direction she knew she needed to go to get home, only slowing down her pace when she started to get worn out from her extended streak. She couldn't stop for a rest now, to her left across the road was a row of houses and small businesses, it's occupants and owners surely waking up for the day shortly. And too her right stood an old cathedral, the type that would be seldom seen in a student neighbourhood. And even less common would be the bare-naked British student, streaking just a few yards from it, and, apparently, getting off on it. Heresy in the highest regards! "Oh God. Oh lord what am I doing?!" Siobhan's face grew even redder as she approached the end of this street. She wasn't brought up in an extremely religious household or anything, but even a heathen could see the implications of strutting around completely naked next to such a site. Focusing on getting to the end of the street, Siobhan's face paled as she saw a young woman walking her dog crossing the street. Someone was actually going to see her naked! The mere though caused her legs to tremble, slowing down her jog even further, both fear and utter arousal taking over. She would see her bouncing tits, her dark curls, and the wet pink treasure that lay beneath it. Siobhan stumbled on her bare feet as she went, catching herself on a passing lamppost, standing straight so her body was mostly hidden behind the lamppost, only her hips, and arms which were clutching the metal pole as if for dear life, being able to be seen from it. Poking her head around, the blonde was relieved to see the dog walker hadn't immediately spotted the naked student, but there was certainly still time for that to change, especially considering the lamppost wasn't exactly covering much! Anyone behind the Brit would be getting a completely unobstructed view of her perky butt. The thought alone caused more heat to rise in Siobhan's face, and to gather in her loins. "Stop with the dirty thoughts!" The blonde Brit thought to herself as she watched the dog walker stop, her heart dropping as the young lady seemed to be looking around at the surrounding buildings, before occasionally looking back at her phone. She must be looking for a specific address or street. Regardless, she was 100 feet from a streaker, and Siobhan wasn't exactly in the mood nor position to be giving directions to her! The mere thought was causing a pressure to build within the Brit's lower tummy, and Siobhan found herself having to bite her lip just in mere moan suppression, her body breaking out in sweat. Tingles of excitement were exploding like fireworks in the blonde's naked pussy, more droplets of arousal visible on her throbbing lower lips and her clit, now poking out from it's protective hood. Siobhan realised what was about to happen, as she kept her eyes fixated on the woman who was so close to seeing her public exposure. "Oh. Oh!" Light moans came from the blond Brit's mouth, her bringing a hand to cover her mouth, as her legs began trembling, the waves having begun. She was cumming, the pressure within her having built to a breaking point, her pussy contracting around nothing, and her clitoris throbbing with need for stimulation, Siobhan having not even considered the level of arousal that must have been coursing through her body for a hands free orgasm to be triggered in such a way. The Brit was moaning incoherently into her hand, praying to the powers that be that the dog walker had some earphones in and couldn't hear her. She bent just slightly at the waist, pushing her butt further from the lamppost her free hand was gripping for dear life, in an attempt to dampen the non-existent stimulation that had set off the blonde. It finally seemed the woman had figured out where she was, pulling at her dogs leash to get it to continue walking in the direction with her, as Siobhan felt the waves of pleasure coursing through her naked publicly exposed body dying down, her mind becoming un fogged as the post bliss kicked in, intensifying all other sensations for the girl, including the course sidewalk beneath her feet, and the light morning breeze blowing past her sweaty hot body. Siobhan was shocked. Had she really just done that? Orgasmed in such a risky situation, it being set off by nothing but her own arousal from the humiliation. "That was so unproper! Doing... that... outside like a common streetwalker!" The Brit's accent was shaky, with her aftershocks finally beginning to die down. The dog walker was out of view now, and Siobhan could once again not see anyone immediately. This was her cue to start walking, her public display of her O face would have to be something she addressed later, once she was inside and/or clothed again. Steadying her bare legs after her climax, she cupper her breasts once again, and, slower than previously, she began making her way along the route she knew home. Reaching the end of the street, and turning to the right, thankfully in the complete opposite direction that the dog walker had just went, Siobhan hid her exposed body behind the building as she scouted out the direction. This was the main road to the city centre, and would be by far the longest road she would be following at any one time. And if that wasn't bad enough, the bare blonde knew that the closer she got to the city centre itself, the more populated with office buildings and store the road would get. Her only saving grace would be the variety of parked cars, alley ways, and small enclaves she would be able to hide in were she to encounter another close call, like the one she just had... "Hopefully I have a less... extreme reaction to another close call..." Siobhan said under her breath, poking her head back behind the building and standing with her back flush to the brickwork, eyes wide as a car sped down the road, thankfully away from the direction she would be walking. Her face was on fire once again, and the Brit wanted to let out a groan of annoyance as she realised that she could feel tingling in her loins once again. As if the situations she found herself wasn't difficult enough, she would have to be constantly fighting her own damn hormones, and newly realised fetish for public humiliation along the way. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, Siobhan steadied herself, her face blazing, and heart thumping, and stepped out, her arms slung across her exposed breasts, leaving her dark bush and ass still exposed. At a pace a little faster than walking, as she wanted to get this over with quickly, but didn't want to wear herself out, and still slow enough to react to any sudden embarrassing encounters with people, Siobhan walked, one bare foot in front of the other, down the street, passing the houses and small offices, that she knew would become further and farther between as she got closer to the city centre, her red hot face not at all being cooled down by the light Sunday morning breeze, that was only serving to blow past every exposed piece of skin of her body, reminding the naked blonde Brit, exactly how naked she was publicly. Within just a few minutes of walking down the street, Siobhan's emotions were all over the place, the nude beauty being even more jumpy and trembling harder than when she was in the throws of ecstasy, the temperature of the warm morning not being responsible for this, but rather the Brit's own mind, as all Siobhan could think about was how humiliating her caught would be. "It would be such a scandal! Making headline! Surely Mum and Dad would hear about it back in England! Their daughter flaunting around her body to get off on it! Oh they would completely cut me off, take away my car..." Siobhan's mind was wild with the consequences of her streak, this being slightly intentional of the blonde, as thinking of the negatives of her situation meant she wasn't thinking of just how good her body was feeling. Her pink and throbbing pussy had never been wetter than she was right now and she knew it, the Brit wanting to put all thought of having to get naked publicly to get herself off in the future out of her mind at this horrifying realisation, and preferring to try to make the negative consequences of this the only thing she could think of. Unfortunately for Siobhan, she was spending so much of her mental capacity trying to condition her body's feelings about her newfound fetish, that she hadn't noticed the architecture around her changing, the building's getting taller, and closer together, as she was beginning to enter the city centre. *HONK* *HONK* "Oh! Oh dear!" With an exclamation of shock, the blonde Brit threw her naked body behind the first cover she saw, a bright red mailbox, the blushing beauty crouching behind it, pressing her hot, flushed and sweaty body against the cool metal, her head swimming with humiliating and arousing thoughts at the implication of her being seen by an early morning driver. Peeking her head around to look at the main road, her mouth open and panting as she saw a bright yellow taxi parked in the middle of the road, right across from it, a truck also stopped just inches from it, having pulled out from a side street. Her heart dropped at the thought of more than one vehicle having spotted the naked Brit in all her glory. But to her joy, she saw the two drivers not focused on the nude blushing British snob, but instead, on each other, the taxi driver yelling at the driver at the truck, it clicking in Siobhan's mind that with the proximity of the truck to the cab, and the two vehicles being stopped in the middle of the street, the source of the honk, and the two drivers obvious distraction, must have been due to one of their ignorance of the road traffic laws, and not in fact, seeing a streaker practically creaming herself in the middle of a city on an early Sunday morning. The cab driver must have spotted the blonde hair poking out from behind the mail box out of the corner of his eye, because his gaze swayed from his newly sworn road enemy, in her direction, Siobhan pulling her head back around, breathing heavily, and hoping the sound of the engine's would cover up the light moans from behind the mail box, the Brit feeling the same arousal from earlier beginning to course through her again, having to practically grab one of her wrists with another to stop her hand from diving between her soft thighs, to the dripping treasure between them, lying just below the damning patch of hair, the evidence of her natural hair pigment, and the pink lips, engorged and slimy that were begging for a mere touch to bring the Brit to ecstasy. Siobhan held her nerve though, her hands instead coming to cover her agape mouth, to stop herself from moaning or breathing, giving the drivers any reason whatsoever to investigate behind her makeshift safe haven. And like that she stayed for what felt like an hour, though in reality was little over a minute and a half, bare body splayed behind the red metal box, her hands busy covering her mouth, and her eyes screwed shut tight, not wanting to see the potential person coming to investigate, her chest filled with dread that got just a tad more intense with every frantic beat of her anxious heart, Siobhan's position allowing anyone on the other side of the mail box to get a full view of her body, her bare feet against the pavement up her pale smooth legs, bent at the knees to accommodate her crouching position, the treasure between her legs still oozing love honey down her soft thighs, her torso similarly bent forward in the crouch, leaning against the cool metal of the mailbox, her tits hanging free thanks to the angle allowing an unobstructed view of the rock hard nipples topping them off, before finally her face, red and sweating with terror, anxiety, and very obviously, sick arousal. By the time Siobhan peeked a single eye open, to check why she hadn't been caught yet, she found both vehicles had already driven off, leaving the naked blonde alone once again. "That was too close..." She panted heavily, beginning to rise on her shaking legs. She must confess, her reaction wasn't totally born out of fear of being seen, a second reason was that she was focusing on thinking of the most unsexy things she could, an attempt at staving of another... erm... explosion from her loins. The Brit thought for sure she would once again have turned into a quivering, spasming wreck right here behind the mailbox, but she had managed to hold herself off with the thoughts of the consequences of being caught, and shaming her highly regarded family name. Checking that she was indeed once again alone in the city street, Siobhan began moving again, just a little bit slower this time, knowing that she would have to be more alert as it got closer working hours. "This is too exposing! There has to be another route! One less public..." The blonde thought in her own mind, her latest encounter having ramped her anxiety up to eleven, and unlike the previous time, hadn't provided her relief from her high level of arousal. Siobhan knew she could find an alley way or a secluded corner and take care of the problem herself, but she just couldn't bring herself to do that. The promise of a clearer head and less wound up body was not worth the risk of being caught during such an act, fingering herself while naked and with no access to clothes in the middle of the city centre. There would be no playing this off as a tragic accident if that were the case. Still, the Brit reasoned, a more secluded route would be her best option with her current state of dress. Problem is, still being new to the country, she only knew one route for sure to her home! Getting lost wasn't something she wanted to add on to her growing list of problems. "If I go a less exposing way, I risk getting lost. If I run instead of walk, I could have another dog walker incident. If I don't cum, I'm a bundle of nerves, If I cum I'm a slut! I just can't win!" Siobhan couldn't help the slight laughter that came with actually saying all of this out loud. The whole situation was madness! Insanity! And yet here she was, feeling the morning breeze blow past her moist and sticky thighs as she walked past her favourite book store. If she didn't laugh, she truly would cry. Or orgasm. Keeping herself distracted with the sheer unfairness of her situation was how the blonde Brit was most recently keeping her mind from acknowledging the sheer crotch dampening embarrassment of being naked in an oh so public place. Siobhan turned the corner once she reached the end of the particular street she was on. That was good at least, she had just finished the longest straight road she would encounter on her journey. The corners and weaving of the remaining streets and road would likely put her at less risk of being caught so easily. If Siobhan had to judge the distance, she was about halfway home, maybe a little over that, and she was making good time. She couldn't imagine it even being 7am yet, and as such, only a few stores, like coffee shops would be opening at this time. Lucky for her, as the Brit was now staring down City Hall, the centre piece of the middle of the city. And just beyond that, a single street away was her next destination... High Street. This was going to be a particularly tough walk for the naked beauty. Early morning shoppers weren't uncommon, and there was a good chance that people would be lining up a half hour or so before the stores opened, so as to take advantage of whatever sales happened to be on. There were no roads, instead it was all footpath for the probably hundreds, maybe even thousands of shoppers that could be crowding the high street stores at any given moment. Siobhan's hands fidgeted with each other, the Brit's anxiety causing her breathing to get all the more uneven and heavier with each step of bare foot to pavement that she took towards High Street. Even as she walked right next to City Hall. This was one of the first places she had visited, and taken a photo of herself in front of to send to her family back home. Of course then she was dressed. And not freaking out... and significantly less horny. "Oh dear oh dear," Siobhan muttered in pure frustration at the universe at placing her in such a situation as her walk turned to a light jog to get to the edge of City Hall, using the building as cover for her nude body for her to get her bearings, standing on her tip toes in the grass next to the building as she peaked her head around. She was hoping for a win for once today. That it wouldn't be too populated. That she could maybe get away with this! Siobhan peeked her head around the corner... And almost cried with relief. It was empty. The streets completely baron! Not a person in sight! This was exactly what she was hoping for! It must have been even earlier than she thought! The naked Brit had of course been just guessing, using the average time she knew this journey to take to gauge. But as it turned out, one clearly walks a lot faster when unwillingly butt naked and humiliated in public. Who'd have thought? Siobhan's grin was genuine, as the naked Brit brought her arms up once again to cup her perky breasts, and with barely a second to ready herself, stepped out from behind the city hall building, walking on the multicoloured flag stones that made up High Street's impressive street wide footpath. "Wow, there's the jewellers Robyn called me a snob for wanting to peruse. And Billingtons! Oh, a naked girl perusing the country's highest class clothing store would be heresy in the highest degree!" Siobhan's thoughts were running a mile a minute, significantly faster than her own power walk, at the fact that she was walking through her favourite shopping district with not a stitch of clothing on! Her efforts at trying to calm down the burning arousal plaguing her body earlier were seemingly in vein, as walking naked through such a public place, one so familiar to her, was causing her pussy to drip her honey on to her thighs, a droplet or two even hitting the dried ground beneath her as she walked, her entire body covered in goosebumps and her head fuzzy as she knew she was playing out an exhibitionists fantasy. Well, until recently, that was a title she wouldn't have applied to herself. But given her body's reaction, and the fantasies of High Street at full capacity as she walked through it naked, hundreds looking on at her, it was safe to say, she was in fact an exhibitionist. An unwilling one for sure, but she couldn't argue with the tingling and throbbing of her womanhood. Her thoughts kept her entertained until around about the middle of the street, where she saw a familiar bench. There were many like it littering the street, but this one was familiar to Siobhan as the first time she had met Robyn, the other blonde having recognised her from their shared class, and striking up conversation. What was once a sentimental spot for the Brit was now turning very rapidly into a devious thought, as she imagine her first meeting with her new best friend, except instead of herself being fully clothed, she was now butt naked, sitting on the bench with Robyn next to her, the two of them enjoying the coffee from the cute little indie store behind the bench... "SIOBHAN?!" It was almost as if time froze. Siobhan feeling her body go numb to the stimuli surrounding her, stopping dead in her track, and turning her head, feeling her stomach drop. Exiting the very same coffee shop that she had just been remembering, stood the very girl the naked and horny Brit had just moments ago, made a part of her fantasy. Robyn was standing there, cup of coffee clutched in her hand, wearing the same clothes she had been last night. If Robyn was in any way hungover, it didn't show, as her widened eyes and agape mouth were all that were apparent on her face. Siobhan didn't know whether to feel pure terror or absolute relief at the sight of her best friend, even of the circumstances were less than ideal. "What happened?! Are you ok?! Why are you still naked? I left your clothes in the dryer!" Of course the one place she forgot to check would be where her clothes were. Robyn must have retrieved them and washed them for her after the party. But that act of kindness turned out to have doomed the Brit, who was now miles from either Robyn's house or her own, absolutely bare from head to toe in the middle of the city centre! Siobhan opened her mouth to respond to her friend, noticing three more body's behind her, cutting her off before she could get any words out. "Isn't she the girl who lost at strip poker last night Robyn?" Siobhan faintly recognised the guy who had just spoke as having been at the party last night, the other guy and girl next to him having also been there, cheering the blonde on during their round of shots. Siobhan felt the knot in her stomach tighten, her clit twitching in preparation for a repeat of the earlier dog walking incident. All she could do was gasp in response. "Go wait in the car would you?!" Robyn snapped at her friends, who walked off in the direction of where Siobhan knew a small car park to be. Robyn approached her friend, fumbling with her own jacket, "Are you streaking? Like on purpose?" "It's not like that! It was an accident... Oh... oh dear!" Siobhan could feel her legs staring to tremble, the bare Brit grabbing both arms on to her friends shoulders to steady herself, looking right into Robyn's concerned eyes with her own shocked ones, as she gasped again and moaned, "Don't... don't judge me for this!" "Just you for wha...." Robyn was cut off by another moan from her British best friend, feeling the girl's entire body start spasming as she stood in front of her. Siobhan's hips humped back and forth, as if desperate for stimulation. But only serving to accentuate the fluff of curly hair sitting above her spasming and leaking pussy. Now Robyn had never seen another girl orgasm outside of porn before, but it became obvious to her that this is what was happening to Siobhan, and as he friend gripped her shoulders and trembled, presumably riding out the aftershocks of her climax, Robyn's concerned expression turned to a devious one, an eyebrow raising, and a grin spreading over her face. When it seemed Siobhan was coherent enough to listen to words once again, the ponytailed blonde decided to speak, "Well... that was one way of answering my question." Robyn let out a small laugh as Siobhan looked up at her, her previously pale face now glowing red as she let go of Robyn, truly embarrassed at having just came in front of her. While holding on to her no less. "N... no! It was an accident! But I guess... my body..." "Say no more. I get it! We all get turned on by stuff we shouldn't. I've always wanted a streaker for a friend." Robyn giggled, turned to walk in the direction of the car park. "Robyn wait!" Siobhan was astounded that her friend was just going to walk away and leave her naked in the city like this. Her friend turned around with a smile. "Come on Siobhan. You've already gone this far! A little streak the rest of the way won't do you any harm." Siobhan was surprised to feel not just dread building up within her at Robyn's words, but yet more arousal! Oh curse her genes for making her get off on such a shameful act, "But I will help. There's the big parking structure at the end of High Street. If you cut through that, you can take about 15 minutes off your trip. Chao!" With that Robyn resumed walking in the direction of her friends, Siobhan smiling slightly at her friend not only not making such a big deal of things, but actively encouraging her streaking! It had been a weird day indeed! Deciding not to dally too long, especially with the puddle that she had just left between her legs, Siobhan turned and continued making her way down High Street, her pace a little faster this time, the knowledge that a few stores were indeed open being very apparent to her, as well as her arousal, while still there and growing, not being constantly on the verge of climaxing any longer, thanks to her little display. At a pace just a little slower than a run, Siobhan reached what Robyn had suggested. The parking structure. It was the biggest of it's kind in the country, and if Robyn was correct, would turn the remaining half hour of her streak into a measly 15 minutes. Seeing that the structure was still closed to cars for the next half hour, and that there was still a way for pedestrians to enter, the blonde Brit let out a sigh of relief that something was finally going right for her today. The change from the bright morning to the parking structure was immediate. Not only was the suns light replaced with obvious artificial lights, that seemed harsher and served to make Siobhan feel more naked, but the sun kissed pavement, warmed up from the exposure, was replaced with the cold concrete, a change immediately apparent on the Brit's bare feet. Siobhan shivered with her first few steps, it taking a few moments for her body to get used to the new temperature, as the blonde looked around. The structure was big, with a pillar every so often that could provide her with some cover were there to be an employee or a security guard on patrol, as well as what looked like hundreds of empty parking spaces, and that was only on this floor. There were a hand full of cars spread out through the building, their owners having obviously left them there long term, perhaps after drinking the night before and calling a taxi home. Still, they were probably having a less eventful morning after than Siobhan herself. Keeping close to the pillars and the few cars that were inhabiting the structure, Siobhan kept her eyes open, knowing that while the building wasn't open, there was still a good chance of someone happening upon the naked Brit and alerting the authorities. Or worse, the media! The thought of her face plastered across the countries newspapers, as well as the rest of her exposed and uncovered body, send shivers of fear through the blonde, her arousal becoming more apparent again the more she walked into the structure. She knew the other side of the structure exited at a street significantly closer to her house thanks to the sheer size of the building, but that of course meant her journey wasn't a quick one. Taking her time, and being careful, the naked Brit soon found herself at the halfway point, when she heart a noise that made her heart drop. A car engine, as well as the sounds of gears grinding against each other, a peek over her bare shoulder conforming to her that a car was entering the parking structure, the barrier lifting, confirming that employees must be littering the building too. Siobhan let out a shriek, covering her mouth instantly as it echoed through the building, before moving as quick as she ever had before to the nearest pillar, her body stiff as a board and her hand still covering her mouth as she heard the car driving in, the noise of the engine seeming to get closer and closer, though that was soon drowned out by the sound of her heartbeat in her ear, Siobhan feeling her pussy absolutely throbbing for attention once again, the hand that wasn't covering her mouth coming to her stomach, just above her dark bush, it taking all of the blonde Brit's willpower not to allow her digits to venture any further down. The noise of the engine had stopped, prompting the Brit to investigate the whereabout of her potential voyeurs, peeking her head around the pillar to see if she was just a little screwed, or totally and royally fucked. "I've got to... I've got to move..." The Brit moaned as silently as she could as she saw two young women, obviously out early for a day of shopping, exiting the vehicle and starting to walk in the direction she had just come from. Siobhan knew she couldn't take her time anymore, with the structure now being open there would be more and more cars coming, until she was surrounded at all angles, with no escape from the hundreds of people surrounding the nude Brit, some pointing and laughing, some recording the ideal to memorialise her humiliation for all time. "Fuck!" Far more gracefully than the previous two times that day, Siobhan felt her body spasm, pleasure exploding from her lower belly, her sensitivity from having already cum so recently helping to spur on her most recent orgasm, which while significantly shorter in length than the previous two, was more compact, wrecking the girls body with pleasure and spasms, the blonde having to focus all of her remaining energy on standing, meaning she wasn't as apt at controlling the volume of her moans as she should have been. "Do you hear that? Is someone having a good time in here?" Siobhan could barely make out one of the women addressing the other, her body recovering from the intense orgasm kicking into high gear as she realised she could hear the clickity clack of their high heels against the concrete of the building, moving towards her. In a snap decision herself, Siobhan took off running in the direction of the exit, hearing cheers and gasps come from the two women, drowning out her heavy breathing and the sounds of her bare feet slapping against the concrete flooring. Siobhan didn't dare look back to see if they were following her, knowing her already overstimulated body would take any chance it could get to betray her and set off another humiliating orgasm, an appreciation of it's love for her newfound exhibitionism fetish. Siobhan didn't stop running until she was at the other side of the parking garage, finding the exit and continuing her run into the public once again, the sunlight obstructing her vision for just a second as she readjusted, as she ran to the next street over, finally stopping behind a row of parked cars on the side walk, slumping her body behind them, and catching her breath. "Oh. Oh my gosh. Oh dear." Siobhan panted, and gulped a few times as she spent a few minutes catching her breath. The combination of the aftershocks of her latest orgasm, and her exhaustion from her streak making her purposefully oblivious to her surroundings. Finally catching her breath and getting to her feet, she was overjoyed to find that her street was just the next one over, and within a matter of minutes she would be home. "This has been an... interesting morning..." Siobhan stated to herself as she shuffled into the next street, her hands covering her intimates that had thankfully calmed down their tingling and throbbing with her close proximity to her household. The more the blonde Brit reminisced about her morning adventure, the more comfortable she was becoming with her newfound fetish. Of course, she had essentially been thrown in the deep end with regards to streaking, but the explosive reaction of pleasure her body had with regards to it made it so that she couldn't deny. She enjoyed it overall. "Let's just hope the next time isn't as extreme..." Siobhan said to herself as she reached her doorstep, fetching the spare key from the potted plant at the gate, and turning it in the chamber to get herself inside. Even she was a little surprised at the smile on her face, and that despite the mornings events, she was indeed considering a "next time."

Surfing Old School by shmeckle Naked at the North Shore (Chapter 3) Jessie cracked open the door to Kari’s bedroom and popped her head in. “Hey, Kari, time to wake up. Mona’s friend David is here. He’s brought your new outfits.” Kari gathered her wits. ‘New outfits?‘ She got out of bed and looked for her suitcase but couldn’t find it. She wore her usual PJs, a sleeveless T-shirt, the style her Australian friends called a ‘wife-beater’, and boy-shorts. Her mind was still foggy from a night full of disturbing dreams; she had been wandering through a city completely naked, surrounded by fully-clothed people. She kept running into stores to grab clothes, anything to cover her body, but was always prevented by weird circumstances. None of the people would do anything to help her and acted as if a completely naked woman in the middle of a city was normal. The images were still fresh in her mind as she wandered into the main room, yawning and sleepily scratching her ass. Mona was smiling at her and gesturing to David, who was busy unpacking boxes. A blush quickly flashed over her as an arm snapped across her chest and the other hand covered her pussy. “Hey, Kari, David has his traditional Hawaiian clothes for you. Now, take off those things and try them on.” She went pale and stuttered out, “Can’t I change in my room?” “No, you’ll need David’s help putting them on right. Now get your clothes off.”. Kari saw the no-nonsense look in her coach’s eyes and knew she had no choice. Kari paused, nipples hardening, working up her nerve. David’s back was turned to her. She thought, ‘It’ll be easier stripping when he’s not watching.‘ She grabbed the hem of her shirt and yanked it over her head. Her boy-shorts followed, and she stood naked waiting for David to turn around. She couldn’t help covering up again, but got another stern glance from Mona. She forced herself to stand, hands at her side, nipples jutting forward from her full breasts. David turned with his hands full of brightly-colored cloth. Kari thought she saw his eyes sweep up and down her body briefly, but he met her eyes with a smile. “Thank you for agreeing to do this, Kari. I appreciate it. Now, which color would you like to wear?” His excitement was contagious, so she relaxed and picked a bright blue piece decorated with silhouettes of large white flowers. He dropped the others and unfurled it. He held it up to her hips and looked at the length. “You’re quite a bit taller than average, so this is going to be a bit short on you.” As he wrapped it around her hips, she could see it reached to an inch above the middle of her thigh; shorter than she’d prefer, but not the shortest skirt she’d ever worn. She was surprised when, instead of tying the corners, he bunched up the fabric a hand’s width in and tied a knot over her left hip. It caused the skirt to shorten up by more than two inches. ‘I’ll have to watch how I sit!‘ She asked, “Can I go put on some panties?”. David shook his head. “No, it’ll look wrong.” He went to a box and brought back a collection of leis made of large white flowers and slender dark green leaves. He held up 4 smaller matching ones and said “These are called kupe’e.” He put them around her wrists and ankles. He took the last one and put it on Kari’s head like a crown, saying, “This is called a lei po’o.” He stepped back, smiling broadly, and said, ” Beautiful!” Kari thought, ‘Wait, he’s finished?‘ She looked down at her bare tits. “Ummm, haven’t you forgotten something?” David asked, “Like what?” She exclaimed, “Like a top?” “No, both men and women went topless.” She looked at him, unbelieving. “Shouldn’t I wear a coconut bra or something?” David laughed and said, “No, that’s only for the tourist areas. You know those missionaries you were complaining about? We’re still feeling their influence.” Completely oblivious to her shocked expression, he went on, “Most of our tourists are their descendants, and bare boobs still freak them out.” He shrugged and continued, “I’ve tried to get the women in Hawai’i First to go topless, but they just can’t do it. When I heard you were okay surfing nude, I knew you’d be the perfect one to pull it off.” “You expect me to go everywhere topless?” “Yes, I do. It’s legal. I just need someone brave enough to be the first.” Mona stepped forward and said, “She’ll be happy to.” Kari took her aside and pleaded, “Do I have to?” Mona whispered sharply, “Yes. Surfing naked to honor your Hawaiian ancestors will seem like a gimmick to some. But dressing like this the rest of your time here will show everyone you’re serious about it.” She knew Mona wouldn’t change her mind, so she looked to Jessie for moral support. She was looking back at her in awe. “Kari, you look gorgeous! Turn around and let me see you from all angles!” Reluctantly she did. She could tell it was very thin cloth from the way it seemed to cling to her thighs. She asked, “Is it clingy in back?” Jessie gushed, “Oh yes. It really shows off your ass!” Kari blushed harder. ‘Thanks, Jess, you’re not helping. David said, “Originally, it would have been made of kapa cloth, from pounded bark. Not many people know how to make that now, so instead it’s cotton.” Kari thought, ‘Yeah, really thin cotton!‘ Mona said, “Well, now that you’re dressed, grab your gear and let’s get to the beach. You need some board time.” As Kari went to her board, her coach said, “And don’t forget your special ID.” Her heart started pounding again. ‘Holy shit, they’re gonna make me do it!‘ She slipped the lanyard over her head and looked down to see it nestled between her full breasts and erect nipples. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and tried to calm herself. ‘I can do this. I want to be the best surfer in the world. I’m doing this.‘ Kari concentrated on her board as she maneuvered it out the door and into the hallway. She was distracted navigating with it through the the hotel, which took her mind off her nearly naked body. David said to Mona, “My Jeep is out front. I can take you to any beach on the island.” Mona asked, “How about Waimea Bay?” David smiled and said, “North Shore, here we come.” They passed a mirrored wall. Jessie said, “Kari, look at how beautiful you are. You look like a princess!” She saw herself — the lei po’o was making her walk taller and straighter, almost regally. She liked what she saw — it weren’t for her bare tits and too-short skirt, she would have been thrilled. The group entered the crowded lobby. All conversation stopped as everyone’s head turned in Kari’s direction. She got wide-eyed as she panicked, and was tempted to turn around and run back to their suite. Jessie, right behind her, leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “It’s okay, Kari, you can do it. Just keep walking…” As they neared the exit, a plump woman in her thirties surrounded by children scowled at Kari and marched over to her. “Young lady! Go put some clothes on!” David stepped between them. “Actually, ma’am, toplessness is perfectly legal in Hawai’i.” She motioned at her kids and said, “But what about the children?!” After a quick glance at Kari’s breasts, he looked at her and said wryly, “Lady, they’re boobs. Something millions of babies all over the world are exposed to every day and manage to survive.” The lobby erupted in laughter as she stomped back over to her brood. They went through the sliding doors into the parking lot, where a car was idling while its driver talked with a friend leaning on the side. The driver’s jaw fell open and his eyes got big when he saw Kari. He finally sputtered out, “Whoa! Tits!” and his friend turned to look. “Hey, gorgeous, how YOU doin’?”. Mona stuck her hand up and said, “Sorry, Joey, she’s got places to be.” David took the board from Kari and strapped it to the roof of his Jeep, giving Kari her chance to scurry into the privacy of the car. Jessie watched as she leaned over to get in, noticing appreciatively that her skirt was so short she could see a hint of her butt and the gap between her thighs. Kari herself could tell how short it was once she sat down, with the warm car seat against the top of her bare thighs. ‘Damn, any shorter and it would be a belt!‘ Kari relaxed a little bit as they drove north out of the city. She leaned over and whispered, “Jessie, I don’t think I can do this.” Jessie whispered back, “Sure you can! It’s legal and nobody’s going to bother you.” “But just look at me! I’m just topless now and I’m a wreck. How am I supposed to get naked when we get to the beach?” Jessie said, “You’re already more at ease with it than you were yesterday. Trust Mona. She knows what she’s doing.” Kari sighed, “I don’t know, Jess.” Jessie said, “Kari, you know I’m always watching out for you. I love you.” Kari hugged her and her heart skipped a beat as she wrapped her arms around her friend, feeling the warm glow of her skin against her arms and Kari’s full breasts pressed against hers. She said, “Back in college, a couple times you had too much to drink at a party. I always made sure you got back to our room, instead of ending up with some sleaze-ball.” “Yeah, Jess. Thanks for looking out for me.” “Well, I think Mona is doing the same thing — making sure you get where you should be. It’s probably not the most comfortable choice for you, but it’s what you need.” Kari sighed, “I hope you’re right…” Less than an hour later, they pulled into the parking lot off the Kamehameha Highway next to the beach at Waimea Bay. Kari looked around for other surfers. It was before noon, though, so she didn’t see any. The beach wasn’t crowded but she still thought there were way too many people for her liking. They got out and Mona took Kari’s board down, and then turned to Kari and said, “You should probably leave your leis and skirt in the Jeep.” Her heart started pounding. ‘I can’t do this! Get naked in public!‘ She held her right hand out in front of David, who took off the kupe’e. They repeated this for the other three, then Kari leaned over so he could take off the lei po’o. She paused, dreading the loss of her one last scrap of clothing. David motioned to the knot on her skirt. “Shall I help?” She nodded and he untied it and let it slip off. The feel of the breeze flickering over her bare ass and between her thighs made her catch her breath, and she quickly grabbed her board and held it up in front of her. Kari went pale and wide-eyed, unable to move, and her heart was beating wildly. Jessie whispered, “You can do it, Kari.” Mona stood on her other side and placed her hand in the small of Kari’s back. She gave her a little nudge toward the surf. “Let’s get started.” They all took off slowly, with Kari moving her board to her right hip. She crossed her left arm in front of her to grab the board, which let her hide her pussy from view a little. Mona said, “Before you start surfing, let me hold your ID. Don’t want to lose it in the surf.” No one noticed the group with a beautiful naked woman in its center at first, until they got half-way to the shore. Behind her, Kari heard a guy whispering excitedly to his friends, “Dude, I think that girl’s naked!” His friends elbowed him and said, “You’re dreaming.” He answered, “Well, if she’s not, she’s wearing the smallest bikini ever!” He got to his feet. “Man, if the rest of her looks as nice as her ass, I gotta see it.” He jogged toward the shore until he was past Kari’s group and then turned. Kari saw a moment of shock on his face, and then he motioned for his friends to come see. She tried to block out her new group of admirers as they caught up to their friend and stared in awe. They started passing small groups as they got closer. Kari was happy that her right side was shielded by the board as well as Mona and David, but her left was on display and only occasionally blocked by Jessie. She heard a young girl say, “Mommy, that girl’s not wearing a swimsuit.”, followed by a gasp. The crowd was starting to buzz now and she could hear the digital clicks of phone cameras. A guy standing near the shore was holding an expensive video camera, panning slowly along the water, when he heard the commotion. He quickly spun around and saw Kari, and then started filming. He zoomed in and lingered on a shot of her firm round breasts bouncing and swaying with each step. Then he panned down slowly, over her flat and toned tummy, to the little patch of trimmed pubes over her otherwise bare pussy. He turned slowly and zoomed out as she passed, getting a full profile, and then zoomed back in to get a full-framed shot of her swaying ass. By the time they reached the water, Kari was blushing a full-body blush. Mona said, “Hand over your ID and then get in the surf.” Kari did so in a hurry, glad to be moving away from all the cameras and stares. Meanwhile, back on shore, another concerned parent was calling the police to report a streaker at Waimea Bay. Kari was out far enough to catch the swell. She sat, legs straddling the board, and waited, enjoying the solitude. She glanced down and saw that her thighs were spread and her pussy was really on display. ‘Shit, at the tournament, I’ll be flashing everyone every time I sit on my board. ‘ She looked toward the shore, where it looked like everyone was watching her every move. The guy with the video camera was still there, and she wondered if it had a zoom. Just in case, she laid back down on the board, and paddled to catch the next wave. The first few rolled under her, until she finally caught one and then popped up. She immediately thought of the cameras on-shore and worried she was flashing them again, and didn’t even notice when the wave slipped out from under her. On the beach Mona watched her student’s lackluster performance. ‘She’s surfing like a barney. Come on, Kari, get back in form.‘ Down the beach, a Hawaii State patrol car pulled onto the beach. Mona was so involved in analyzing her student’s performance that she didn’t notice. The sound of its sirens and flash of its light snapped her out of her thoughts. She started over to the officer while he said over his speaker, “Attention, uh…naked surfer. You can’t be nude on this beach. Come on in.” Kari pointed her board toward the shore and rode the wave in. “Officer, I’m her coach. She has permission to surf nude, courtesy of the Governor.”, Mona said as she handed him Kari’s ID. Behind her, Kari approached apprehensively, board in hand. Secretly, she hoped the officer would put a stop to her naked practice and she could get dressed again. “What’s this?” “It’s from the Governor. He had it made for Kari.” The officer looked skeptically at it. “Well, it sure looks official. From the Governor himself, eh?” Mona held out her phone and said, “Use my phone and call that number.” He did so reluctantly, as a crowd formed around the group. Kari could see most of them were staring at her nude body, so she started to move her board in front of her. Mona intercepted it and took it from her. She whispered to Kari, “You’re doing this legally, okay? Hiding your body like that makes you look guilty. Hands on your hips.” Kari complied, as the officer handed the phone back to Mona. “The person on the other end said she’s allowed to be nude on any beach.” He paused and shook his head. “I still feel like I’m being pranked. Young lady, you’ll come with me to the station and we can sort it out there.” Just then, the radio in his car crackled and they heard, “Officer Park.” He got into his car and answered, “Yes?” The voice said, “Officer Park, this is the chief. I just got a call from the Commissioner, who just got a call from the Governor.” “Seriously?” “Yes. The ID is legit. The woman is Kari Kaimana. She’s going to be surfing nude at the tournament in a couple days. She’s allowed to surf nude anywhere.” Officer Park shrugged and said, “Well, okay.” The chief said, “The Governor doesn’t want her bothered. You’ll need to stay there to make sure she isn’t.” “So my job for the rest of the day is to hang out on the beach and guard the naked hottie?” “Yes.” “Okay.” As he got out of his car, he muttered to himself, “Some days, this job doesn’t suck.” He handed the ID back to Mona and said in a voice loud enough for the crowd to hear, “Ms. Kaimana, the Governor confirmed you’re allowed to surf nude on any Hawaiian beach.” He said to the crowd, “And he doesn’t want her to be harassed, okay?” Mona smiled at Kari. “Cool. Time to get back in the water.” Kari sighed and grabbed her board. She heard Mona say as she started paddling out, “And surf like you know how this time.” A few of the beach-goers started packing their things in disgust to leave, but most of them stayed, eyes glued to the nude woman heading back into the surf. Try as she might, she couldn’t get her mind off the crowds staring at her naked body. She wiped out often, and even when she stayed top-side, she didn’t have the energy she usually felt on the waves. After a few hours of watching her best student doing some of the worst surfing she’d ever seen, Mona waved her in. They trekked back to the Jeep, turning heads all the way. Once she got to the safety of the car, Kari wrapped her skirt around her, grateful for even a little bit of coverage. On the drive back south to Honolulu, Kari sat quietly, head down. Jessie could see she was depressed, so she put her arm around her and pulled her close. Kari didn’t resist, and laid her head on her friend’s shoulder. Soon she fell asleep. David said, “Maybe practicing somewhere more secluded would help.” Mona asked, “Like where?” “Well, I have a sea plane to travel between islands. We could take a quick visit back home.” “To Napalei? That would be great! The beach there is where I learned to surf, and almost no one goes there.” “Well okay then. We can go there first thing tomorrow.” Kari finally relaxed when they got back to their hotel suite. She handed her skirt and leis to Mona, and then went to her room to find her regular clothes. A few minutes later, she came back out, still naked and looking confused. “I can’t find my suitcase.” Mona said, “It’s locked in the closet in my room.” “Locked? Why?” Mona gave her a concerned look. “Kari, we’ve got to get you used to being nude so you’re not so freaked out at the tournament. While you’re in the hotel room, you’re going to be naked.” “What if we go out?” “I’ll get an outfit for you.” They heard a knock at the door. Kari instinctively covered up. Mona said, “Ah, that’s probably room service. I thought you’d be too worn out to go out to eat.” She headed to the door and Kari turned, in a hurry to get back to her room before the bellboy saw her. “Where are you going?” “To my room.” Mona glared at her. “No, stay here. And hands at your side.” The bellboy wheeled a large cart with covered dishes and bottles, not noticing anyone in the room. He straightened up, holding a check holder and said, “I just need a signature….” His voice trailed off when he saw Kari. “Whoa.” Mona took it, signed it, and handed it back. The bellboy didn’t notice until Mona cleared her throat. He finally took his eyes off Kari and asked Mona, “Is she always naked like that?” “No, this is practice. She’s going to be surfing nude in the tournament in a few days.” He smiled wide and said, “No way! I’ll be sure to be there.” He kept his eyes on Kari as he left, glancing away only long enough to find his way to the door.. A couple hours after dinner, Mona came out of her room, dressed in bike shorts, a sport bra and a tank top. “Well, time to train. They’ve got a great gym poolside.” “Could you get me some workout clothes?” Mona said, “Already have them.”, and held out tennis shoes and socks in one hand and a bundle in the other. Kari took it and saw it was the bottom of her micro-bikini. “You want me to exercise in this?” Mona says, “Yes. You don’t need the top.” “Can’t I wear bike shorts?” “No. Consider this part of your training.” She sat down and put on her shoes and socks, and then stood up to slip on her micro-thong. She looked down, thinking ‘I’ve got more clothes on my feet than on the rest of my body!‘ They headed out the back sliding doors, past the pools. Kari kept her head down, but couldn’t help noticing the people turning to stare. She could feel their eyes on every inch of her exposed body. After a few sideways glances, she could see a couple of them were upset, but most were looking at her pleasantly surprised. She thought, ‘They all think I’m an exhibitionist! If they only knew how wrong they are…‘ They got to the gym. The front wall was entirely glass and faced onto the pool. Kari was horrified. ‘Everyone at the pool will be able to see me exercising. It’s gonna look like porn.‘ As they entered the gym, the attendant looked at Kari and couldn’t believe his luck. Mona said, “I checked with the concierge — she said it was okay if we exercised topless.” He smiled and said, “Hey, if that’s what she wants…” Kari glared at Mona and whispered, “If WE exercise topless? Does that mean you’re going to?” Mona looked at her steadily for a moment and then decided to accept her challenge. “Yes, I said WE.”, as she quickly whipped off her shirt and sports bra. She looked at Jessie, standing by the front wall. “Isn’t that right, Jessie?” Jessie looked back, mortified and heart racing at the thought of exercising half-naked. She finally smiled weakly and said, “Sure, anything to help Kari.” She steeled herself and slowly slipped her shirt over her head. She paused, working up her nerve. She looked at Kari, nearly naked, and Mona topless, and thought ‘With these two gorgeous women here, nobody’s going to be looking at me.‘ She peeled her sports bra off and dropped it. The attendant glanced from woman to woman like he was looking at a smorgasbord and didn’t know where to start. He stuttered, “Well, uh, if you ladies…need anything, uh, just ask.” They started by warming up on the stationary bikes lined up against the front wall. Kari was relieved to see they’d be facing away from the people at the pool for a while. Even still, the three topless women held the attention of everyone there. All eyes were glued to them, especially Kari, who from the back looked naked except for a tiny string around her hips. Swimmers migrated to the pool side closest to the gym, mesmerized by the hints of side-boob that were rhythmically peeking out left-right-left-right as the women pedaled. Next, Mona and Kari moved on to the weight machines, while Jessie got on a treadmill. She didn’t train as intensively as the other two, and basically tagged along because the regular exercise kept her weight where she wanted it. She turned on the treadmill and programmed it to start at a walk and gradually increase to running over 30 minutes. She looked over at Kari as she started a set of pull-downs. ‘Cool, I can watch her work out.‘ Kari didn’t notice her friend’s gaze. She was looking out at all the people watching her every move. The machine she was using faced the front wall, so there was no escaping the rows of admirers. As she spread her arms wide and grasped the hanging bar, her shoulder blades flexed and her breasts stuck out even further. She wanted to clamp her knees together, but the bench between them prevented her. Everyone could see the micro-thong pulled taut into a camel-toe, and see the sweat as it ran down her body and made it even more see-through. ‘God, I feel like a flasher.‘ She closed her eyes and just tried to get through the set. Next they moved to the hyper-extension bench. Kari hopped up so her hips were against the bench and her heels tucked under the leg supports. Her breasts were hanging, pointing toward the ground, until she crossed her arms over her chest. She was grateful for even the smallest coverage. It was short-lived though, as Mona told her to clasp her hands behind her head for another set. The poolside crowd watched enrapt as she bent at the waist, her breasts swaying back and forth and the muscles in her back and ass clenching and flexing as she moved. Kari kept her eyes averted as they finished and moved on to the leg press. This was the exercise she was dreading most, afraid of how obscene it would look to her unwanted audience. She laid on her back with her feet against the pads. At the start of each rep her knees would be pulled to her chest and her ass and pussy would be exposed, with only the smallest scraps of fabric to cover them. She was relieved to see that the orientation of the machine was pointing her lower half away from the pool. She could tell that the only person in a position to see her totally exposed was the attendant, so she snuck a glance at him. He was ignoring her completely, looking slack-jawed across the room. Her eyes followed his gaze and she saw Jessie at a full jog on the treadmill, her breasts bouncing wildly. Her friend’s quick glance got her attention, and Jessie looked over at the attendant. He was looking back at her, transfixed by her bouncing boobs. She looked down and saw them going every which way. ‘Oh my God! I look just like those dirty Japanese cartoons my ex watches!‘ She was about to reach out and turn off the treadmill when she saw the look on his face. He seemed so happy, ignoring the two beautiful topless women right next to him and staring at her like he was seeing an angel. She smiled and then turned up the speed a click. Finally they finished and Kari grabbed a towel to cover herself. Mona said, “Cool off with 10 laps in the pool and then call it a night.”, as she grabbed her shirt and bra. Kari stripped off her shoes and socks and handed them to Mona. “Jessie, could you keep me company?” Jessie answered, “Sure.” as she started slipping on her sports bra. “Would you mind staying topless? So I’m not the only one?” Remembering the look on the attendant’s face made Jessie smile again and say, “Why not?” She handed her shirt and bra to Mona as they left. The three topless women walked through the pool area, two of them actually enjoying the feeling of freedom it gave them. Mona headed into the hotel to their room, while Kari hurried poolside and dove in. Jessie sat on the side, dangling her legs in the water, and leaned back on her arms. ‘Hard to believe just yesterday I was panicked at the thought of going topless. I had no idea it would feel so good.‘ Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a guy staring at her intently, while his girlfriend beside him frowned. She saw her quickly reach behind her and unclasp her bikini top, whip it off, and toss it in his lap. He finally stopped looking at Jessie and looked shocked at her, while the two women smiled briefly at each other. Kari climbed the stairs out of the pool, both hands covering her transparent micro-thong. Jessie joined her on her way into the hotel. “You know, Kari, I think Mona’s right.” “How so?” “Yesterday when you got out of the pool you were covering your boobs with your arm. Now you didn’t. You ARE getting used to it.” “Yeah, well, by now everyone in Honolulu has seen my tits, so why even bother?” Namaka (Chapter 4) The next morning they were flying northwest from Oahu on their way to the east coast of Kauai. Kari was dressed in another smallish skirt, this one purple with black silhouettes of leaves and flowers. She was thankful for the time out of the public eye, and kept pushing the thought of being stark naked at the surf tournament out of her mind. Meanwhile, David and Mona were catching up about their small hometown. Mona asked, “How many people are left in Napalei?” David sighed, “Not many, mostly older folks. All the young ones were eager to move to Honolulu or stateside.” “That’s a shame.” “You know who’s still there? Tutu Hannah.” Mona said, “No way. She’s still alive? She was ancient when we were kids.” David smiled and said, “Actually, she was in her 50s when we were kids. Now that I’m in my 40s, that doesn’t seem so old.” “Still, she must be almost 80.” Jessie asked, “Her name is Tutu?” Mona said, “No, that means ‘grandmother‘ in Hawaiian. I was never sure whose grandmother she was. All the kids in Napalei called her that.” She turned to ask David,”Is she still doing her herb thing?” “Yes. I fly out several grad students every so often who are trying to preserve her knowledge.” Mona said, “She used to make me this herbal drink. It gave me a lot of energy. My coach swore by it. Maybe I’ll see if she can make some for Kari.” They touched down in the water and taxied to a small dock. Once David secured the plane, the crew clambered out. There was a small dirt road leading off to their left, that was one of two streets in Napalei. Kari’s attention was drawn to the right. She could see an awesome point break with spectacular long-lasting waves. She wanted to head out immediately, but patiently followed the group into the hamlet. They stopped at the first house on the right. It was a small three-room shack, surrounded by a rough picket fence, and overgrowing with all sorts of herbs and flowers. David approached and yelled, “Tutu Hannah. Are you here?” A gray-haired head popped up out of the garden. “David, is that you?” She stepped out of the plants onto a small cobbled walk that led from the gate to her house. She was short, maybe not even 5 feet tall, Kari thought. She had her glasses pushed up over her gray hair that she kept in a bun, and was wearing a long sleeved button-down blouse and a long, floor-length skirt. David said, “Yes, and look who I’ve brought with me…” motioning to Mona. She squinted, “Oh, dear. I can’t see. I’ve misplaced my glasses.” Mona said, “Tutu, they’re on your head.” The old woman sheepishly pulled them down and then said, “Mona!” They hugged and Hannah asked her, “Are you still surfing?” Mona chuckled, “No, not professionally. Now I’m coaching.” She motioned to Kari and said, “And this is my best student.” Tutu Hannah looked at Kari, and looked surprised. Kari was sure she was offended by her bare breasts. Then, Tutu Hannah smiled as her eyes watered and she clasped her hands together, saying something in Hawaiian to David. He said, “Tutu Hannah says you look like Namaka, the goddess of the sea.” Kari stepped forward and shook her hand, saying, “Hello, I’m Kari Kaimana.” Hannah chuckled and said, “Do you know your last name means ‘from the sea’?” Mona said to them both, “Well, Kari is here so she can surf. She should get going while the waves are there.” Kari handed her the Governor’s ID and ran to the dock to grab her board. Once she got to the beach, she was grateful to see it was deserted. She found a large piece of driftwood and took off her kupe’e and lei po’o. Finally, with one more furtive glance around, she untied her skirt. Once she got into her first wave, she discovered she was right about this spot. It was spectacular. She could feel her old energy returning. As she surfed wave after perfect wave, she realized that her nudity was affecting her surfing. She could feel every shift of the wind and waves on her naked body, like they were signals from the ocean letting her know how to move. She really did feel like a goddess, and surprised herself when she thought, ‘Mona’s right. Surfing should be done naked.‘ She knew that point breaks like this could have rock or coral outcroppings that contributed to the great waves, but could also rip a surfer to shreds if she were unlucky enough to wipe out. She didn’t worry, though. She knew she’d be able to ride out every powerful wave. Back in Tutu Hannah’s house, the others were sitting down at her table, talking over herbal tea and pastries. Mona asked, “Do you remember that herbal energy drink you used to make for me?” “Oh, yes. I still make it. There is a local boy, Geoff. He’s a professional soccer player. I make up batches for him & he loves it.” “Could you make some for my student Kari?” “Sure. I’ve changed the recipe a bit since the last time I made it for you.” “Oh?” “Yes. You complained that it made you feel hot or flushed. I’ve added some cooling herbs to counteract that effect.” “Wonderful. My coach said your energy drinks were part of my secret to success. I know they’ll help Kari, too.” Hours later, Kari was still surfing. She had lost all track of time, enchanted by her connection to the ocean. Eventually, the wind died down and the waves slowly lessened, and she looked up to see the sun in the late afternoon sky. She rode the next wave in. She noticed a single figure standing by the driftwood where she left her clothes. As she got closer, she saw it was a man dressed in traditional Hawaiian dress. He looked familiar. She held her board horizontally in front of her and approached. He smiled and said, “That was the best surfing I’ve ever seen.” “Thanks.” He said, “I’m Geoff.” “Kari. You look familiar.” “I’m Geoff Tan–” Kari looked impressed, and said, “Right, Geoff Tan. You’re a forward for the US Men’s Soccer Team.” She was so taken with him that she momentarily forgot she was naked. Once she glanced down, she thought, “Oh, shit!” She grabbed the skirt with one hand, trying to make sure to block her pussy from him with either the board or her skirt. She held the bunched up fabric while she laid the board down, then wrapped the skirt around her. She tried to remember how David tied it on her. Geoff saw and said, “Would you like some help.” She blushed and said, “Usually my friend David does this part.” As he was tying the knot, he said, “David Kamehaloha?” She could feel his warm breath flowing down her breasts and abdomen. Her areolas puckered and her nipples pointed directy at Geoff. “Yes” she replied as he helped her with the kupe’e and lei po’o, “He and my coach Mona are here visiting Tutu Hannah.” “Ah, I was just headed that way. Hannah makes this herbal concoction that is better than any energy drink. I’ll walk you there.” As they walked, Kari couldn’t help an occasional admiring glance at Geoff. He was in great shape, with just the hint of washboard abs. He was definitely enjoying the view as well. She noticed his eyes lingering on her swaying breasts. “So, do you always surf naked?” “No. I agreed to surf nude in the tournament starting Sunday. As a way of honoring my Hawaiian ancestors.” “Right, they used to surf naked. You’re pretty brave to do that.” “No, just an idiot who let herself get talked into it.” “Well, if being naked helps you surf like I just saw, you should definitely go for it.” They reached Hannah’s shack. Kari could see both Mona and Jessie both perk up when Geoff entered. Hannah just scurried over to him and he leaned forward so she could give him a peck on the cheek. “Geoffrey, my boy. So good to see you. Now, do you mind if I share this batch of your herbal drink with Kari?” “Please do.” “I’ll start another batch tonight, so neither of you run out.” After another hour of reminiscing, Mona said, “We should get back to Honolulu”. Kari grabbed her board, and Hannah gave Mona a basket with 6 mason jars filled with what looked like weak tea. When they got to the dock, Geoff waved goodbye and said, “Kari, I’ll come see you at the tournament.” They were hardly in the air when Kari, exhausted by a day of riding big surf, fell instantly asleep. Later, Hannah was reviewing her notes for the herbal energy tea. She pulled out an old tattered book, filled with notes from her mother and grandmother, not noticing she put the book down over her phone. She flipped to the section about the new herb she used in the recipe. “Tutu Clara, your handwriting was atrocious,” she mumbled to herself. “Like a chicken stepped in an inkwell and then had a seizure.” A faded note in the margin next to the herb’s entry caught her eye. Squinting, she slowly read her grandmother’s note, “Hmmm, it says, ‘Use sparingly. It is a potent aphrodisiac’.” She closed the book. “Oh dear, I think I should call Mona.” Looking around, she added, “Now if I could just find my phone.” 5

Sabine and Melanie Return to School by Sabineteas© Things went along normally for Melanie and me over the next week. Classes were going to start today and Melanie told me she had something for me to do, which made me a little apprehensive. We had done our normal things and each time we had gone out together, of course I had to strip on the landing on our floor and count to fifty before I could go to our room. During this time I was caught once standing naked, no clothes nearby, but thankfully by girls instead of guys. I was standing naked, concentrating on my counting. "Jesus! Are you all right?" This was the worst thing. I was standing totally naked and three girls from our floor were looking at me and asking me if everything was all right! I blushed bright red. "Ye-es, everything is fine." When I said that I felt really silly and stupid. What normal girl would be standing on a stair landing in front of a large window, naked as the day she was born? "Well, then why are you out here naked?" I couldn't think for a minute. "It's a dare." I felt even more foolish now. They'd think I was really dumb now. Who else but an idiot would be where I was nude? When I said it was a dare they looked at each other and burst out laughing. That made me more embarrassed. "Do you do dares like this often?" "Um, no, not really." They laughed again and one of them looked me up and down, seeing erect nipples and a slight shine on my pussy lips. "I think she does do it a lot. Look at her nipples and pussy. I think she likes it." They burst out laughing again and walked off, talking amongst themselves and looking back at me. I felt so humiliated! Now more girls in my dorm had seen me and were thinking that I stripped off and stood around in the open. I had lost count but felt sure that I would have reached fifty and scurried down the hall to our door. "Melanie, may I please come in?" "Of course, Sabine." I hurried through the door and ran to my bed and flung myself down on it. "What's wrong, Sabine?" "Some girls saw me!" "So why is that such a big deal?" "I said I was doing a dare and didn't do it often and they didn't believe me. I am humiliated, Melanie. Can I please stop doing this?" "I'll think about it, but you know that I like it, and I think no matter what you say, Sabine, you like it too." "Melanie, this isn't fair. I don't like it; I don't like being the only one. It makes me look slutty." "Sabine, Sabine, I never said that our life together would be fair, did I?" "No, but, I don't like it, I don't want to do this." "But, if I tell you, Sabine, you will do it, won't you?" I didn't say anything because she knew that I would, just to be sure that she still loved and wanted me. I was caught in a trap of love for her and she knew it. She knew me too well to let me off the hook I was caught upon. That night Melanie woke me at 2AM. She had me strip off my nightgown, since I was in my bed that night and then she handed me a long coat. She was dressed and I noticed her putting a camera in her coat pocket. I slipped into the coat and she led me to the door, out and down the stairs. We walked outside. "Sabine, stand in front of the door and take off the coat and drop it." I looked around, nervously, but there were only a few lights on. I unbuttoned the coat and slipped it off, letting it fall by my feet. Melanie took out her digital camera and snapped three shots of me standing naked in front of our dorm door. "Put the coat back on and come with me." We walked away from our dorm and each time we came to a building, especially those with signs, naming them, she told me to take off the coat and pose for her while she snapped pictures of me. In no time my nipples were hard and my pussy moist. I was scared but turned on, knowing that she was taking pictures of me for her to enjoy. I was still a little nervous because there was campus security, but I followed her orders anyway. It was really exciting to be all over campus naked, as long as I wasn't in danger of being caught naked again. I felt that at 2 in the morning, that was very unlikely. A few times she made me sit on the steps of a building with my legs open so my pussy and tits were on display. She also had me bend over by signs, spread my legs and grasp my ankles so my ass, pussy and my face between my legs were all in the camera's eye. By the time she decided that she had enough pictures, I was very moist and very horny. Then she scared the shit out of me. "All right, Sabine, give me the coat and let's head back." I moaned. I wanted the coat so badly. But, I handed it to her and she motioned for me to head back to our dorm. I had to think of how to get there and once I had the route in my mind, I started off. Melanie followed behind me and I could hear her soft giggles as she watched me walk naked towards our dorm. Every little noise I heard made me jump and look around. I kept heading towards the dorm. Thankfully, we did not run into anyone and I was soon at the door. Melanie came up behind me swiftly. "Don't run up the stairs, walk, Sabine." I did as I was told and walked all the five flights of stairs up to our floor. Melanie made me stop again and took three or four more pictures of me standing naked on the landing and then she walked off to our room. I followed meekly, excited and glad to be home. When we got in the room she walked to her dresser and pulled out the dildo with the suction cup and pulled my desk chair in front of the couch. She fastened the dildo to the chair's seat and sat on the couch right in front of it. Then she motioned to me. I knew what she wanted and I stepped up and straddled the chair. I took hold of the dildo, centered it on my opening and sat down on it. Melanie smiled at me. "Now, slut, fuck yourself for me." I held still for a moment, feeling stuffed. I grasped my breasts and it was like an electric shock from them to my pussy and I rolled my nipples, gasping. Then my hips lifted almost involuntarily and I began to bounce up and down on the dildo. I closed my eyes, moaning with pleasure. Being outside nude had made me so horny it was unbelievable! I bounced up and down, moaning, gasping, feeling my pussy stuffed to the limit. Melanie reached up and grasped both my nipples and pinched them and then began rolling them over and over. I couldn't keep bouncing and let her play with my nipples, so I drove down on the dildo and rolled my hips back and forth, grinding on the dildo. "That's it you dirty fucking whore, work that ass! I want to see you come on the dildo, you dirty cunt! I want to see your cunt leaking all over your chair, slut! I love watching you fuck, bitch, I just love it! Do you like me playing with your tits when you're fucking, cunt?" "Oh God, yes, Melanie, pull my nipples, twist them! She did as I asked, pulling my nipples out and twisting them. I screamed as the pain shot through my tits and then I was coming. A spasm shot through me like lightning and I ground my hips faster and faster as Melanie twisted and pinched my nipples hard. I could feel my lower body jerking as I came in moments and then I slumped over, panting. Melanie gave my nipples one last tweak, making me gasp in both pain and ecstasy. "Did you like that, darling?" "Yesssssssssss." Then Melanie had me get up and wash and dry the dildo and put it away. She undressed and put on her nightgown and went to bed. I was hoping that she would want to sleep with me, but she didn't tell me to get in her bed, so I put on my nightgown and crawled into mine. I was disappointed that I was sleeping alone. I lay awake for a while picturing what we had done that night and wanting to masturbate but I didn't because I was sure Melanie would be disappointed in me. Anyway, the next day was the first day of school and Melanie told me to meet her at the Art Building before lunch. I hurried there after my 11 o'clock class and she was waiting for me. Melanie smiled as she saw me hurrying up and she led me into the building. We walked to a professor's office and entered. His secretary looked up. "This is Sabine. She is a prospective model. What do we have to do to set her up to model for your classes?" My heart leaped up into my throat. I wanted to scream NO! But I kept silent. The secretary looked at me and then at Melanie, curiously. "Well, there is a contract to be signed and then I am sure that Professor Snyder will want to speak with her. First of all, Sabine, have you ever modeled before?" "No." "Do you know what is involved? Well, I am sure that you do, since you are here. We have three figure study classes and you would model, along with some others, for all of them. The pay is $20.00 for each session that you sit for, which isn't much, but we are on a budget. You have to arrive fifteen minutes, at least, before each class and the classes are an hour and a half each. Any questions, so far? No? Good. I'll see if Professor Snyder can see you now." She got up and walked to the interior door. I whispered to Melanie. "What are you doing to me?" "Nothing, Sabine. Either you will or you won't. I will be slightly disappointed if you don't, though. Just see this through, for me." I realized that I was trembling. She had made it clear to me that if I didn't she would not be pleased. I really didn't want that to happen, but I also was not feeling too happy about having this sprung on me like this. "Why didn't you talk to me about this rather than letting me be surprised. Its nude modeling, isn't it?" Melanie just smiled at me. "We'll just have to see, Sabine." The secretary came out and motioned me into the professor's office. She followed me inside and Melanie sat down in a chair in the secretary's space. She smiled at me. I walked into the office. "Hello, Sabine is it? Come in and sit down." I did. "Well, I'm glad you are here since we haven't had too many applicants. Mary tells me that you haven't modeled before. What makes you think you can handle this?" I was trapped. "How hard can it be, sir?" "You do understand that figure studies means nude, right?" "Yes, I figured that out, sir." "Well, since you have not done this before, there is some question in my mind whether you will follow through. Since Mary is here and there will be no possibility of impropriety, would you be willing to disrobe here? It would show that you would be willing to follow through for the classes." I groaned silently to myself. "Sir, if I don't show up or if I do, won't that be sufficient?" "Sabine, I can't take the chance of someone being scheduled and not showing up. It will throw the entire semester off. So, since I'll need to be sure that you are willing to take your clothes off in class, I must insist that you prove to me that you will do it. I just can't take the chance of losing one class session if you refuse. Especially since you have not modeled previously." Now I knew for sure I was trapped. I was so angry with Melanie, but I knew it was the way she was and I didn't want her to be unhappy with me. If I refused now it was going to be very cold in our room when we got back and I also might get a spanking, which I really didn't want. "Fine. She stays in here with us?" Once I said that, I was committing myself and then I thought of having to take off my clothes for a class, possibly three times a week for a semester. My stomach suddenly felt like there was ball of ice in it. "Yes, Mary will stay, since I don't want any problems coming up later." I sighed and stood up. "Just take off my clothes?" "Yes." I noticed that he leaned forward. I slipped my shoes off and set them beside the chair I had been sitting upon. Then I realized that I didn't have any underwear on and I started to turn red. I grasped the bottom of my top and stopped for a moment. Then I pulled it up and over my head. I didn't look at him, just folded my top and laid it on the chair. Then I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and pushed them down. I had to struggle to get them down, since they were snug, but I finally managed and pulled them off my feet. I folded them also and laid them on the chair. I was now standing naked in a professor's office in front of him and his secretary. My nipples immediately stood up and I was silently praying that my pussy wouldn't get wet enough that it was noticeable. He looked at me, first at my tits and then up to my face which was getting very warm. And then his eyes went down to my newly trimmed and shaved pussy. "Turn around, please." I turned so my ass was facing him which put my tits and pussy right in front of Mary. Her eyes went from warm face down to my tits and then my pussy. She had a smirk on her face. I began to feel really embarrassed. They both were dressed fairly business-like and I was bare ass naked. It was surreal. "Turn around, please." I turned so I was facing Professor Snyder. "Let's try a pose so I can see if you can handle this. Mary, please stand up. Now, Sabine, I want you to lie down on the couch, on your side. Leave your bottom leg flat and bend your top leg at the knee and place your foot on your other knee, please." I pictured myself in this position in my mind and realized that it would completely expose my pussy. I swallowed and moved to the couch. I could feel both their eyes on my naked ass. I sat and then laid on my side and closing my eyes, my top leg bent and my foot rested on my bottom knee. Then I opened my eyes. Professor Snyder was in front of his desk, no more than five feet from me. I could see his eyes move to my pussy, which was now completely in the open. Mary was standing at the end of the couch, her eyes on my exposed pussy also. "Just stay there, just like that, Sabine. I'll be back in a few moments." I watched him walk to the door and out. It seemed like forever as I lay on the couch and then Professor Snyder walked back in followed by four other men. "This is Greg Williams and Jon Masters, my two graduate assistants, and Professors Johnson and Grace. This is Sabine" They nodded at me as they eyed my body. I tried to smile at them, but I wasn't sure if I succeeded. "What do you think; will she do for the figure study class?" I was almost about to cry, I was so humiliated. Here I was naked already, and I didn't even know if I would be chosen to take my clothes off for students. And I was already showing them my pussy! "Her breasts are really small. Do you think they will do?" "They look better when she is standing. Sabine will you stand up, please." I could feel tears building in my eyes, but I got up and stood in front of them. "I see what you mean. Turn around, Sabine." I turned so my ass was facing them. "Her bottom is nice. That will be a good feature. Please look over your shoulder at us, Sabine." I did, but I noticed that not one eye rose above my bare ass as I did. Let's try another pose, Sabine. Face away from us and get on your hands and knees and look over your shoulder, please." I sighed. I knew what I was going to look like to them. Melanie had told me often enough when I was in this position for her. I knew that my cheeks would slightly open and my asshole was going to be showing and that my pussy was going to be showing between my thighs. I thought to myself, well, they've already seen it when I was on the couch. I got down on all fours and looked over my shoulder. My face was hotter. All five sets of male eyes were focused on my ass, my asshole and pussy. Mary walked over behind them and I heard a soft giggle. God, I was so embarrassed! "So, will she do?" "I think so. She doesn't seem to mind posing and even though her breasts aren't very big, the rest of her is fine." I wanted to scream, you assholes! I am here naked and you are talking over me like I am a piece of furniture. Plus you have me in positions I am sure I will not be doing in class, just so you can stare at my pussy. Men are assholes! "All right, then we can use her. Mary, take her out and get a contract signed and let her know what the schedule is." Mary walked over and helped me up and to my shock; she took my hand and led me out of Professor Snyder's office naked! Melanie watched me walk through the doorway and smiled at me. So here I am, bare assed, standing in front of Mary's desk, while she explains the class schedule to me. I am to be at room 210 in the Art Building at 1:45PM on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. I will be paid $20.00 for each session that I do. She fumbles in her desk drawer for the contract and I hear the door open. "Holy shit!" I glanced over my shoulder and two girls and a guy have come into Mary's office while I am standing naked in front of her desk. I turned beet red. Mary finally finds a contract and slides it in front of me and hands me a pen. I had to bend over to sign it and heard the girl giggle. Mary takes it from me and stuffs it in a folder. "I'll get your clothes, Sabine." She stands up and leaves me naked and walks into Snyder's office. I can hear her talking to the five men and close my eyes so I don't have to see the three students standing to my right. Mary finally comes out and hands me my jeans, top and shoes. I hurriedly pull on my jeans, wiggling to get them up over my ass and then pull on my top. I slipped into my shoes and look at Melanie, daggers shooting from my eyes. She got up, smiling at me, and we left. "Melanie, how could you do this to me?" "Do what?" Did I tell you to take off your clothes?" "No, but if I didn't you were going to be angry with me and I don't want you angry with me, Melanie. It wasn't fair; I was put in a corner." "All right, Sabine. Let's make a bet. When we get back to our room, if your pussy is wet, you stand in our window for fifteen minutes, naked and then I get to fuck your ass. If it isn't wet, you can fuck my ass. Deal?" I just sighed, since I knew I was going to lose that bet. I didn't even want to dignify it with a response. "From the dead silence, Sabine, I think we know I am right in thinking your pussy is wet. So on some level, you enjoyed the whole experience. So, since we both know you in some way enjoyed it, you only have to stand in the window for fifteen minutes and I won't fuck your ass. Now that's a good deal for you, Sabine. You get to show off and your precious ass is left alone. Now just be quiet and let's go back to the room." I was mumbling to myself, thinking of how easily I took off my clothes in front of Snyder and then how I let him tell me how to pose in the worst possible position. Then how stupid was I to let Mary take me into her office naked and having those three students walk in on me. God, I was so dumb! Another bunch of people on campus seeing me bare-assed. It was starting to be a habit. And I knew that Melanie wasn't going to let me out of standing in front of our window again. I might as well toss all my clothes in the garbage. No, strike that, if Melanie even thought I was thinking that, God, she wouldn't make me do that, would she? We got to our dorm and walked up the stairs together and when we got to the fifth floor landing, Melanie stopped and smirked at me. I sighed softly and stripped naked again and gave her all my clothes. As she walked away giggling, I silently began my count to fifty. About halfway through my counting the three girls who had seen me before came up the stairs and wanted to run away and hide. But I just stood there bare ass and let them walk up to me and stop. "Another dare?" I nodded yes. "You must have some friends, girl!" They looked me up and down, at my still erect nipples and down to my moist pussy, laughed and walked away to their room. I finished counting and walked down to our room. "May I please come inside, Melanie?" "Of course, Sabine." I walked inside our room and didn't even stop. I walked up to the window, made sure the curtains were pulled back and stood right in front of it. Who knows how many people had seen me naked so far? So what was the difference anymore? Hell, I might as well strip as soon as I walked into the dorm. Why wait until I climbed five flights of stairs? How long would it be before the entire campus knew me as the naked girl? Melanie chuckled as she watched me make sure the curtains were wide open and I was standing right in the middle of the window. She sat on the couch and watched me stand, full frontal to the outside and especially the boy's dorm across the way. I imagined that every room facing ours had at least one guy in it with binoculars looking at my naked body. I wondered what else she could do to me. For sure, if she came up with something else it would be humiliating. Finally my fifteen minutes were up and Melanie let me know. We studied the rest of that afternoon, even if it was only the first day of the semester. Went out for dinner and I got to strip again, without anyone seeing me this time. In the evening we just sat around and listened to music and at bedtime, Melanie told me to get into her bed, naked, of course, and she played with my nipples and pussy until I was so horny. Then she spread her legs and I got between them and licked and kissed her pussy until she came. We spooned then, Melanie holding my right breast in her hand, gently squeezing it and kissing my neck. Finally she nuzzled into my hair and fell asleep, still holding my breast and after a long time, I fell asleep too. The balance of the week was pretty normal except for me taking my clothes off whenever Melanie and I returned to the dorm. We went to classes, studied, ate, listened to music and slept. My pussy had gotten sore from Melanie screwing me so much the first few days we were back together so she relented and left me alone. Since she wasn't screwing me I spent the nights when we went to bed, licking her until she came. That was good for me since I loved to please her. I'm pretty sure that Melanie enjoyed it quite a bit also. We finally got to Saturday which was good since we got two days off from classes. My pussy was not sore anymore so I was looking forward to the night and having sex with my darling again. We lazed around in the morning until Melanie told me to shower and I ended up drying myself in the window again. Then she told me that we were going for a drive. So, we got dressed and walked down to her car. We took off and ended up heading south on the Interstate. I was curious about where we were going. Melanie smiled at me. "We're going to play a game today, Sabine. Does that sound like fun to you?" "Um, what sort of game, Melanie?" "Well, sweetie, I am going to find a truck and pull up next to it. You're going to look up at it and if the driver looks down at you you're going to smile at him and wave. If he still keeps looking at you, you are going to take off your top for him. And if he seems to be enjoying looking at your tits you will unbutton your pants and point at them. If he gives you any indication that he is interested, you will take off your pants. Then I want you to spread your legs for him. After a little bit of that, you'll get on your hands and knees with your ass pointed at him and make sure he sees your pussy. You'll stay like that until I pull away and then you can get dressed. Then we'll look for another truck. Sound fun?" "Not particularly, Melanie." "But, you'll do it, won't you?" "Do you really want me to?" "I've thought about having you do it for days and I know I want to see you naked and showing off, so yes, I want you to do it." I just looked at her and then I thought about how naughty it would be and that I never would see this guy again. I slipped off my shoes and put them in the back seat. Melanie smiled at me. I was nervous and getting excited about all this. I looked ahead and Melanie was pulling up next to a semi truck. She got along side it and I looked up. I could see a much older guy and waited. Finally, after seeing that we weren't passing him, he looked at our car. I could see him see me and I pointed to my top. He glanced back at the road ahead and then back at me. I lifted my top over my head, exposing my breasts to him. I saw a broad grin on his face. He glanced ahead again and then back at me. I unbuttoned my pants and looked up at him. He grinned and nodded. Squirming in my seat I managed to get my pants below my ass and then slid them down, blushing at what I was doing. I bent over and pulled them off so I was completely naked and leaned my seat back a little. I still could see him staring at me and then glance at the road and then back to me. I shivered a little and then I opened my legs. I jumped as his air horn blew and then settled back again and turned a little more toward him with my legs still open. I felt Melanie reach over and toy with my nipples until they were good and hard. I was buzzing inside as I was doing this. I kept my eyes on the driver and he kept looking at me and then glancing ahead and then back to me. After a bit I got up and kneeled on the seat with my ass facing the trucker. I put my head on Melanie's shoulder to hold me up and reached back. I grasped a cheek with either hand and then pulled them apart. I was really feeling dirty as I did this. He could see my pussy and asshole. And then I backed up until my ass was pressed to the window facing him. The air horn blew again. I felt Melanie reach under my chest and tweak both my nipples. She paced the truck until she felt he had had a good enough show and then she sped up and passed him, the air horn blowing in our wake. "How do you feel, slut?" "Dirty and nasty." "And horny?" "A little." "You are a slut, Sabine, but you're my slut, aren't you?" "Yes." "Get dressed and we'll find another trucker, slut." "May I just stay naked, Melanie, getting my pants off was a birch." :"If you want to stay naked, fine, but turn so your cunt is facing me and lean back on the door." I did as I was told and Melanie looked at my pussy, stuck a finger in her mouth to wet it and slid it into my pussy. I moaned and grasped my breasts, gently pinching my nipples. Melanie finger fucked me as we drove along, just enough to make me even hornier, but not enough to make me come. "Here comes another trucker, slut. Sit up in your seat." I did as I was told and waited. She pulled up next to him and I watched until he looked over. I could see the surprise on his face and I spread my legs so he could see my pussy. Doing this made me feel really bad and really good at the same time. Thank God I was never going to see these guys again. I sat with my legs spread for him and watched him stare at me for a bit, then glance at the road and then back to me. Melanie's playing with my pussy had made it wet and I was sure the driver could tell it was wet, too. After a while of sitting with my legs open for him, I got up my knees and leaned against Melanie again. Then I reached back and pulled my cheeks apart for him too. Melanie took the opportunity to fondle my breasts and play with my nipples some more. I was so hot I couldn't take it anymore and I slipped a finger into my pussy. I was trying to hide it from Melanie but she noticed almost immediately. "Did I tell you that you could finger your cunt?" "No." I pulled my finger out immediately. She pinched one nipple really hard, making me squeal out loud. "We'll discuss this when we get home, you little whore!" She sped up and passed the truck and I reached down for my clothes. "I didn't say you could get dressed either, did I? Throw your clothes in the back seat, you little whore." Meekly, I did as I was told and was left naked with no clothes within my reach. I was wondering what kind of discussion was going to happen when we got home. I was probably not going to get to say anything and most likely my ass was going be swatted. I got very quiet. Melanie was not saying anything either. The drive back to campus was miserable. Melanie slowed as we pulled off the interstate and I had to sit in the passenger seat naked all the way to campus. I was afraid that I was going to be seen by someone who would not appreciate it and that they would call the police. Melanie would get stopped and I would be arrested for indecent exposure and taken to the police station naked. My mind was going a thousand miles an hour imagining all sorts of things happening to me. None of them were good. We got to campus without incident, however and Melanie pulled into the parking lot. She stopped the car and got out, opening the back door. I turned to look and she picked up my clothes, stared at me sternly and then dropped them on the ground. Then she got back in the car and drove to the other end of the lot and parked. "Your choice, slut. You can come with me to our room now or you can go and get your clothes. Get out of the car." I got out, squatting down to hide myself. I could see Melanie getting out and she didn't even look at me, she just turned and walked off towards our dorm. I started to sniffle and I knew I couldn't go with her; it was the middle of the day. So, with tears in my eyes, I started scurrying back to my clothes. I was hiding behind cars and trying to look in all directions at once. I felt very vulnerable. I was totally naked, not even shoes. I finally got to where she had dropped my clothes and they were right out in the open. I looked around to see if anyone was nearby. Seeing no one, I dashed over to my clothes and picked them and dashed back to the protection of the car I had hidden behind. I pulled on my top and stood up; feeling very exposed and pulled on my jeans. My shoes were still in Melanie's car and it was locked. So, feeling much better, now that I was dressed, I walked towards out dorm. I was just stepping out of the parking lot when a group of kids walked up to me. "Were you just in the parking lot?" "Yes, why?" "Billy says he saw a naked girl in the parking lot. Did you see her?" I was thinking to say no, but my mind was working overtime. If I said yes and sent them the other way, I could get away from them. "I'm not sure if she was naked, but I saw a girl heading that way." I pointed to the other side of the parking lot. They hustled away in the direction I had pointed. I scurried to our dorm and hurried up the stairs to our floor. I walked up to our door and not knowing what to do, I knocked. "Who is it?" "Sabine." "Oh, is it?" "Yes, Melanie, it is." "Do you want to come inside?" "Yes." "Then strip, drop your clothes on the floor and knock again." I wanted to cry. I took off my clothes and let them puddle in a heap on the floor. I knocked once more. "Who is it?" I wanted to scream and cry both. "Sabine." "Are you naked, Sabine?" "Yes." "Then you can come in." I opened the door and walked inside. Melanie just stared at me. I felt about two inches high. And I was nervous. I knew she was angry with me. "Do you know why I am angry with you?" "Yes." "Why?" "Because I touched myself." "Because you touched yourself without my permission." "Yes." "I thought you understood that you are not permitted to touch yourself unless I tell you that you can, Sabine." "I know, Melanie, I just got so horny, I forgot. I'm really sorry, I am." "Well, I am really disappointed, Sabine. There is going to be a punishment for this, you know that, don't you?" I dropped my eyes and nodded yes. I was hoping it wasn't going to be a bad one. "Go get the strap." I looked up and stared at her. In two days I was going to be modeling for an art class. I couldn't let her strap me, I'd have marks on my ass. That would be really humiliating. "Melanie, not the strap, I have to model on Monday. Please don't strap me, please." "I suppose you're right. I'll have to think of something, then. Go stand in front of the window." I walked over to the window and stood in front of it. I heard her open her purse and then her voice. "Hi, Jeremy! Can you find a couple of guys to come over to my room tonight around 9 o'clock?" Great! See you then." I swallowed hard and kept silent. She made me stand there, right in the window for thirty minutes. Eventually she relented and let me get my clothes and get dressed. It didn't help, though. Why did she want those guys over here? I sat down at my desk and studied a little. At dinner time we went out and ate, although I wasn't really hungry. When we got back to our dorm and up to our floor, I stripped and handed my clothes to her, just as a door opened up and two girls stepped out. They stared at us, me handing my clothes to Melanie, standing in the hall, bare ass naked. Melanie smirked at me and walked to our room. I found myself staring at the two girls as they stared at me and then at Melanie's back as she walked away with my clothes. I looked down at the floor and started mentally counting to fifty. I heard the girls giggle and one of them said – slut. I wanted to cry, but I kept counting. Finally I was to fifty and walked very quickly to our door. I don't even know if they were still there, watching me. "Melanie, may I come in, please?" "Of course, Sabine." I walked in and went to my bed and lay down, hiding my face from her. I was really upset. First at being seen again and second because I didn't know what was going on and I knew she wasn't going to tell me. At 8:30 Melanie handed me a bra and panties, top and a skirt. "Get dressed." I got into the clothes quickly, wondering why I was getting underwear. After I was dressed, Melanie had me stand by the door. I waited, nervously, knowing that something was going to happen that I probably was not going to enjoy very much at all. It seemed like forever, but finally there was a knock at the door. "Open it, Sabine." I did to see Jeremy and two of his friends. They walked into our room. "So, what's going on Melanie?" "Something that I think you are going to enjoy, Jeremy. Sabine, go stand in front of the couch, facing away from it." I did as I was told. "All right, Jeremy, you and friends can strip her, everything off." I sucked in a breath and wanted to bawl. They looked at Melanie and then at me and in a flash were on me like wolves. Jeremy pulled my top over my head, giggling like an idiot while another one of them was fumbling with my skirt. He finally got it undone and it just slid down my legs while the third was unhooking my bra and pulling it off. Jeremy knelt in front of me and pulled my panties down, staring at my pussy. All three of them were staring at me, staring at my tits and pussy and ass. "Go sit on the couch, boys." They did and Melanie walked up to me. She pushed my feet further apart. "Bend over and grab your ankles." I moaned softly, knowing what doing that was going to show. I bent over and grabbed my ankles. Melanie rested one hand on the small of my back and then she smacked my left cheek really hard. I squealed and straightened up immediately, grabbing my cheek. "Bend over and grab your ankles, Sabine!" "I don't want to, Melanie, please!" "Sabine, either this or we can go and get.." I knew she was going to say the strap. I spoke up really fast. "No, Melanie!" I bent over and grabbed my ankles. Melanie rested her hand on my back again and this time she smacked my right cheek. I could hear the guys chuckling behind me and tears started to run out of my eyes. Melanie smacked my ass over and over, alternating cheeks until they both were hot and burning. The guys chuckled and laughed and stared at my pussy and asshole, watched my cheeks jiggle with every smack, watched them turning red and hot. About half way through I started bawling, but I didn't stand up. I just stood there, holding my ankles as tight as I could to keep from rising. I was embarrassed, humiliated, and ashamed. I listened to them talking about my ass and pussy and that made me cry harder. Finally it was over and Melanie helped me stand up, but she made me stay in front of them so they could look at my reddened ass cheeks. My ass felt like a hot ball of fiery flesh. It was throbbing in time with my heart. "All right guys, time to go back to your dorm. Sabine, walk them to the door and give them each a kiss and tell them how much you enjoyed them being here." I whimpered softly and waited until they were standing. I walked to the door and kissed each one of them. "Thank you for being here. I hope you had a good time. I enjoyed your company." My tear stained face put the lie to what I was saying. They all looked me up and down, smirking. Jeremy reached out and cupped one of my tits and ran his thumb over my nipple. "Guys, her nipples are hard!" They all burst out laughing, opened the door and walked away. I shut the door and ran to my bed and flung myself down on it and started bawling again. Melanie left me to cry and changed into her nightgown and got in her own bed. I just laid there and bawled until I cried myself to sleep. Sometime later I was awaked by Melanie. She helped me up and took me to her bed and held me gently. She didn't say anything, just held me. I cried a little bit more and fell asleep again, in her arms. The next morning Melanie was out of bed before me. I lay on my side, pretending I was asleep until I felt something hit the mattress by my face. It was the tube of lubricant. I knew what that meant for me. I opened my eyes to see Melanie, already wearing the strap on. I closed my eyes and then got up and took the tube. Squeezing some onto my first and second fingers, I bent over and pulling my cheeks open with the other hand, I started to rub the lube on my asshole. I rubbed it all around and then stuck one finger inside me. I worked it in and out and tried to make sure I was good and wet. "That's good enough for you, Sabine. Bend over with your hands on the bed." I did as I was told and felt her move up behind me. She pushed down on my ass so I had to bend my knees a little. Then I felt her cock rubbing between my cheeks. She pulled one cheek away with one hand and with the other pushed her cock against my asshole. I groaned as she pushed harder and then squealed a little as the tip slid up me. Melanie gripped my hips firmly, holding me still and pushed. I groaned again, I could have been better lubricated. But it didn't matter. Her cock slowly slid into my ass. I felt her belly on my ass and she was buried deep inside me. "This is also for you sticking your dirty finger up your cunt yesterday, Sabine. I should have used the strap on you anyway." Then she started fucking my ass with long steady strokes. I felt so full, so stuffed with cock it wasn't funny. It hurt some too. She steadily fucked me until she got close to coming. Then she started thrusting harder and faster. Along with that she started slapping my cheeks, turning them red again. I gritted my teeth to keep from crying out. She kept fucking me hard. "Maybe this will teach you to keep your fingers out of your cunt unless I tell you to do it. And pretty soon I am going to come and you aren't, you slut. With that there was a flurry of spanks to my ass and she started to moan softly. Then she bent over me and grasped my tits and squeezed and pulled on my nipples, her hips still driving the cock up my ass. I started to cry silently. "Ah, God, that's it you slut, I'm going to come! Ah, your ass is so tight! I could fuck it every day. You'd like that, wouldn't you, you dirty whore? You'd take my cock up your ass every day, wouldn't you? You fucking slut, you dirty fucking bitch! With that Melanie exploded and drove deep into my ass. She pulled my nipples hard and I couldn't help screeching. I could feel her twitching against me. I just held myself up and waited until she finished. Then she grabbed my hair and pulled me up and around. Melanie pushed on my shoulder and I knelt. I knew what she wanted me to do. I grasped her cock and slid it into my mouth and began to suck. I sucked and licked it all over, cleaning it with my tongue and lips. When I finished, Melanie undid the harness and dropped it at my feet. She walked into the bathroom and I heard the shower start. I just sat on my heels, naked, with my eyes closed. I swore to myself that I would never again touch myself. After a bit I got up and took the dildo into the bathroom and washed it good. I dried it and put it back in her dresser. I sat on my bed and waited for Melanie to finish in the shower and then took my own. The rest of the day was uneventful, except I was afraid to put on anything so I spent most of the day naked. That night I slept alone in my bed, worried about Monday and the god damn art class.

Sue's Fourteenth Birthday by Ashley Copyright© 2022 by Ashley Chapter 3 On the way home Mom stops off at the pharmacy and we get my pills. Sitting there, in the car, I just think to myself: this doesn’t mean I have to fuck anyone, it just means I won’t have to bother with periods any more, and I take the first one. I can’t get to sleep for ages that night. No matter how much I try to think of something else, the events in the surgery keep replaying in my mind. I eventually fall asleep with my hand clamped between my thighs and a fingertip in the entrance to my vagina. The next day is a Saturday and, in the shower, I can’t help thinking about what Juliette said to me. I try to work out how I can shave back there without risking cutting myself and I can’t figure it out. The last thing on earth that I want is to have to ask Mom to put a plaster on my ass because I cut myself shaving! Then I have an idea. I’ll wash it afterwards of course, very thoroughly, and he’ll never know. I fetch his razor and squat down under the shower. The buzzing sensation is really nice as I shave the crack between my butt cheeks and I can’t resist running it over my puckered little hole. That’s really, really nice and, when I push it hard against my asshole, the vibrations go right through my whole groin. It’s really tempting to have a wank but my legs are already wobbling a bit from the position that I’m in and I decide to leave it till later. In the kitchen it’s just me and Mom. “Will you take me to the Mall?” I ask her. “For some more sensible underwear?” She asks me, sounding a bit disappointed in me. “No, I want some new skirts.” I tell her. “What, longer school skirts.” “No, shorter non-school skirts.” I reply, and I feel myself blush slightly as I say it. She smiles at me like she’s proud or something. “Sure,” She says. “We haven’t been shopping together for ages. It’ll be fun.” In one store I find two lovely little pleated skirts, one yellow and one pink. I can’t decide which I prefer and I can’t really afford both, so we go to another store. I find several and try each on and go out to show Mom. My favorite is a lovely white, tight mini-skirt but when I go out to show Mom she frowns and nods her head towards my ass. I look in the mirror and see the most horrendous VPL. I nod at her, to show her I understand, and go back into the changing room. When I come out there is no VPL because there are no panties. “Perfect.” Says Mom when I show her. “Why don’t you buy one too Mom?” I suggest. “Dad would love it!” “It’s way too young for me.” She protests. “Nonsense,” I tell her. “You’ve got an amazing figure. Try one on.” She goes to the rack and picks out a couple around her size. When she comes out of the dressing room she looks fabulous and also pantyless. She spins around in front of me. “You look gorgeous, you’ve just got to buy it.” I tell her, and then I have a wicked idea. “And let’s both keep them on!” We go up to pay. “We’ll wear these.” Mom says to the cashier, who’s about her age and very good looking. “I’ll just take the tags off for you.” She says. She spends ages on her hands and knees behind us and, when she’s finished she looks decidedly red in the face. “Will that be all?” She asks Mom. “We do offer a personal shopper service. I could help you both try on some of our other lovely things?” “That sounds like it could be fun.” Mom answers her, and I’m beginning to wonder if they’re flirting. “Maybe another time ... Francine.” She makes a big show of leaning over and reading the name from a badge on her rather nice breast. We’re starting to head back to the car when mom hands me a ten dollar bill and points to an outdoor cafe. “Get me a flat white.” She says. “I’ll be back in a minute.” I guess she’s going to the loo and I get her coffee and a diet coke for myself and take a seat at the back where I can watch people going by. I notice a cute looking man at another table who’s reading a paper or rather he’s pretending to read a paper while checking out my legs. When Mom appears she’s carrying a bag from the first store we went to and hands it to me. “Let’s call it a belated birthday present.” She says. I open the bag and it’s both of the skirts that I liked. I hug Mom and kiss her, then I notice the guy again and this time he’s looking at Mom’s ass. “Thanks Mom, you’re the best.” I tell her. “Don’t look now but there’s a bloke behind you who can’t get enough of your bottom in that skirt.” She starts to turn her head. “I said don’t look now!” And I sit back down. She sits down too and I see her look around until she spots him. “Oh yes,” She says. “Very nice.” I glance back at him and his eyes are out on stalks. I look back at Mom and she’s doing a full Sharon Stone on him. “Mom!” I hiss at her. She looks at me and smiles. “Oh don’t be like that.” She says. “It’s made his day and mine too actually. I watch as she wriggles her ass in the chair. “Go on, give him a flash. I dare you.” She says wickedly. I’ve never refused dare yet, and I watch his face as I open my legs. I give him a good five seconds after which my pussy is tingling like mad at the way his eyes bored into it. We both laugh as we watch him fold his paper and put it on his lap. It’s surprising how often a pair of ladies cross and re-cross their legs while drinking a coffee and a coke, or at least it was with us. As we leave the cafe we both blow him a kiss and wriggle our asses at him as we walk back to the car giggling like a pair of silly schoolgirls. It’s hot that evening and I’m in a singlet and some small cotton shorts texting with Miranda when Mom comes in. She’s got on a satin robe and I can just see a lemon colored bra under it. She sits next to me on the bed and I put the phone down. “That was a lot of fun this afternoon wasn’t it?” She says and nudges me. “Yes,” I say. “but who knew you were such a slut.” I say, knowing I’m pushing it a bit. She looks at me sternly, but she can’t keep it up and giggles, but then punches my arm anyway. We sit there quietly for a few minutes. “Do you like girls Sue?” She asks me, seemingly out of nowhere. “Why?” “I saw the way you looked at Kerry yesterday, and the way she looked back as well.” “Yes. I like boys as well though.” I tell her truthfully. “You must take after me, I do too.” “Mom!!!??” She laughs and puts her arm around my shoulders which makes her robe come open a bit more and I can now see a lovely expanse of her breasts. “Did you buy the lingerie for me Mom?” I ask her quietly. In the end I figured it must be her because they are so tasteful. She’s silent for quite some time. “Yes,” She answers finally. “Was that bad of me. I kept washing those dowdy old things of yours and couldn’t bear the idea of someone finding those on your first ... encounter.” “Did you take my skirts too?” I ask her. “No,” She replies. “My bet would be on Nick, I think. But whoever it was had a good idea. You look so gorgeous in that little skirt.” I thought back over the past few days and was overcome with gratitude. I stretch up and kiss her briefly on the lips. “Thank you Mom. I love you so much.” “I love you too baby.” She says fondly and cuddles me, pulling my head down between her wonderful breasts. Once more I find my lips are touching them and I kiss their upper slopes softly. “You used to love them when you were a baby too.” She says wistfully. “You’d suck me dry and still try to get more. But you never bit me, not once, not like that brother of yours!” She pauses. “It was lovely.” She says, almost too quietly for me to hear. Her bra is a half-cup at most and the edge of her areola is peeking out. A tiny tug of my fingers is all it takes for her wonderfully erect nipple to be released and I just can’t restrain myself. I take it between my lips and suckle on it as if I’m a little baby hoping to be fed. My hands gently caress her lovely full, heavy breasts and I feel guilty for neglecting the other nipple. I free it from it’s lacy covering and suck hard on that one too. By pulling the edges of the bra down I manage to uncover my mom’s gorgeous boobs completely and the bra still supports them. They look magnificent and Mom moans softy as my hands explore them and my lips suck on her nipples. I suddenly have a little panic and raise my head to look at her. “What if Dad or Nick come in?” I ask her. “They’ve gone to an evening game, they won’t be back for hours.” She replies, and pushes my head back to her tits. Mom’s crotch is moving slightly and keeps lifting from the bed, as if begging for attention. I part the edges of her robe exposing the matching lemon panties which are very wet with the secretions from her pussy. I run my fingertips along each of her inner thighs just grazing the skin and her gyrations get more urgent. I brush my fingertips over the outside of her panties and her hips follow my fingers, pushing against them. I tease her like that for long minutes, feeling the rising and falling of her chest getting faster and faster as I lick and suck on her nipples and make her groin dance with my fingers. “Sue...” She starts to say, and then stops as I finally slip my hand down the front of her panties and push a finger inside her. “Oh God.” She whispers. I smear her juices all over her pussy lips and rub her hard in a circular motion. She drives herself against my hand and I seek out her clit with my thumb. It’s huge compared to mine and I wonder if mine will get to be that size, I certainly hope so. Her legs are wide apart now and her hips are snaking around wildly. “Sue ... Please Sue.” She cries quietly but urgently. I guess what she wants and push two fingers deep into her vagina. “Ooooo yessss.” She moans and her vagina walls try to grip onto my fingers. Feeling that she can take more I slide another finger into her and my thumb resumes it’s dance with her clit. I nip gently at her nipples and my fingers are pistoning inside her and then her body goes completely stiff and she stops breathing. Her pussy grips my fingers hard over and over and she thrusts her pussy hard into my hand with each contraction. The amount of fluid coming out of her is incredible and it’s covering my whole hand. Then she lets out the breath she has been holding in a huge exhalation, her legs close, clamping my hand tightly and she hugs me to her fiercely. My own pussy has been pulsating madly throughout all this and I’m desperate for my own release, but I hug her back, and manage to find her lips and kiss her. There are no tongues but it is a lovely passionate kiss nonetheless. Finally she relaxes her grip on me and we smile at each other like simpletons. Then her expression changes to one of consternation, “You shouldn’t have done that Susan.” She only ever calls me Susan when I’ve been bad, but I can tell by her tone that she’s toying with me. I try to look worried. “Didn’t you like it?” I respond in a little girl voice. “Yes, but you’re still a bad, bad girl.” She says sternly. I open my eyes wide in mock fear. “What are you going to do to me?” I squeak. “You know what I’m going to do to you Susan.” She pushes me away and pats her lap meaningfully. She’s never laid a hand on me in my entire life and I’m hoping to God that she starts right now. I lay across her lap, feeling the wetness from her panties soaking through the front of my shorts. Her hand starts to stroke the cheeks of my bottom in big, slow circles. “How many do you deserve?” She asks me. The sensations of her hand on my bottom are amazing and I could lie here like this forever. I have no idea what number to say. 10? 20? 2,000,000? “Ten?” I say. “That’s not very many.” She says quietly, her hand never still. “You’d hardly feel that through these shorts. Shall we say twenty with the shorts on or ... ten with them off. What do you say Susan?” “Ten.” I whisper, trembling. I feel her grip the waistband and I lift my bottom into the air to help. She slips the shorts all the way off and then I feel her fingernails grazing over the cheeks of my bare bottom and I shiver. “You count them out. Are you ready?” “Yes Mommy.” I croak. “One.” I say as I feel the first slap. It’s not too hard but the tingle in the cheek is quite strong. Her nails run along the crease between my cheeks and then downwards, barely touching the skin of my inner thighs. My pussy desperately needs to be touched and I open my legs a few inches. “Naughty girl!” She cries and slaps the other cheek, a bit harder than last time, before resuming the slow circular motion on my ass. “Two.” I say. I really, really need her to touch my pussy and I open my legs further until I feel the cool air on my pussy and my little asshole. “Bad, bad girl!” And she slaps both cheeks in quick succession, hard. I wriggle my ass as my bottom begins to burn, but her stroking soon helps to soothe it. Then her fingertips dip along between my ass cheeks but, infuriatingly, she skirts around my asshole each time. I thrust my ass up when she’s close, hoping to catch her unawares, but she’s too fast for me. “Do you want me to touch it? Are you really that naughty?” “Yes.” I whisper. “Please.” I’m rewarded by four quick, hard slaps, two on each side, which leave my ass burning. I realize that I forgot to count the last ones and panic. “Six?” I say doubtfully. “Are you sure?” She asks, and just at that moment, what feels like her pinky finger touches in the center of my asshole. I wriggle my ass upwards trying to capture it, but she moves her hand up with me. I drop down, and find that my gyrations have caused me to work my way down her legs. I gasp with relief as my pussy lands on her knee and I drive my clit hard against it. I barely feel the rapid succession of slaps on my ass such is my delight at my pussy finally getting the attention it needed. It dawns on me that she asked me a question. “Six.” I repeat. still grinding on her increasingly wet knee. The burning of my ass cheeks is really intense now and hurts, but in such a good way. “Good girl.” She says fondly, and I feel something wet and warm on my asshole. God, I think, did she just dribble on me? Does that mean? I hold my breath as I wait for her finger but, instead she slaps me twice more, and only then does her finger slide into my puckered hole; I almost swoon it feels so good. “Is this what Kerry’s finger felt like?” She asks. With one hand she’s stroking my glowing cheeks and with the other she’s driving her finger into my anus. I’m almost cumming. Almost. The stroking hand slaps each cheek hard enough to make me cry out and then she plunges two fingers into my vagina. “Ten?” It comes out as barely a whisper. Her fingers are dancing inside me and I’m rubbing my clit hard on her knee. “Close enough.” She says, laughing softly. “Cum for me baby girl. Cum for Mommy.” And I do. I’m seeing stars as my cunt, my ass and my clit all seem to explode with sheer unadulterated pleasure. My whole body is out of control, twitching and shaking, and I feel my pussy and ass crushing Mom’s fingers. “Honey?.” I hear dimly, and I open my eyes to see my mom’s face looking down at me. She’s holding my shoulders and seems worried. “Are you OK baby? I think you passed out for a bit there.” By way of an answer I reach up and pull her head down until I can kiss her. This time there very much are tongues. “We’d better keep this to ourselves.” She says eventually. “Nick would explode if he knew, and I’m not sure what your father would say. Come on let’s get cleaned up.” She takes me by the hand and, for the first time in many years, she washes me in the shower. It feels amazing, being able to just stand there while her soft hands clean me all over, down to the last nook and cranny. I return the favor, saving the best till last. I’m kneeling in front of Mom, my face inches away from her pussy, gently cleaning it and I desperately want to lick it. To kiss it. To devour it. But I know it’s getting late. I look up and Mom is looking down at me. “When’s their next home evening game?” I ask her, and she giggles like a little girl. “Next week I think.” She says. “I do hope you’re not thinking about being naughty again?” “Never even crossed my mind.” I lie. I look at her pussy again and I sigh. I guess I can wait. Chapter 4 I’m tossing and turning in my bed, trying to work out what’s wrong with me. It’s like as soon as I get turned on I lose all self control. I’ve heard of blokes thinking with their dicks but never girls thinking with their clits. After a while it occurs to me that this afternoon kind of makes me a mother f’er. I can’t even think the whole thing. Having said that I don’t regret a single second. Oh, except at the end - it turned out that we still had three-quarters of an hour, but I wasn’t to know that then. I’m also still obsessing about Nick stealing my skirts and I have an idea that gets me up early. I catch Mom coming out of her bathroom. “Any chance you can take Dad out for the morning, like soonish?” I ask her, with my best pleading voice and look. “I’m not going to ask you what you’re up to, but OK.” She replies, Yes! “Just a little payback.” I assure her. “Whatever.” She says. “I’ll take your father curtain shopping, he’ll love that.” She says with a smirk. I hog the bathroom I share with Nick until I think that my folks should have gone out. When I finally emerge I check and Dad’s car’s not there. Game on. Nick and I have always been very competitive, it comes from being just a year apart I suppose. One time, three or so years ago, we’d been playing Frisbee in the garden, which I distinctly remember I won by the way, when I said I had to stop because I needed to pee. He said he needed to pee more, and it rapidly became a race to the bathroom, with all the associated barging and squeezing through doorways. Anyway, we both ended up in the bathroom at the same time. Still neither of us would give in, and so I stood over the loo, reached up under my skirt, pulled my panties down and had my wee while he watched me. He couldn’t see anything and it wasn’t a sex thing, it was just both of us being too pig-headed to give an inch. When I’d finished he stood over the loo and glared at me, like he thought I should stop watching him. But he’d watched me so I was going nowhere. I saw his little wiener as he peed and I thought it was very funny. I never did admit it to him, but he was right, he did need it more than me, he pissed for ages and ages. While Nick’s in the shower I take all of his trousers, shorts and underwear and hide them in my room. In their place I leave a pair of my own white spandex spinning shorts laid out on his bed. I never actually did any spinning, I’d bought them to go under my skirt while playing tennis is those days, long ago, when I was worried about people catching a glimpse of my bottom. I never even wore them then because they were so thin and tight you could see everything! I wore some baggy gym shorts instead. That done I go off to the kitchen and have my breakfast, sitting with my back to the door. I’m wearing a low cut singlet which shows off my tits and one of my new little skirts, the pink pleated one. Under that I’ve got on the sexiest of my new lingerie - bright red satin with lace trimmings. A bit later I hear him come into the room and cough, I studiously ignore him. “Very funny.” He says to me, and he comes around and stands right in front of me. He’s wearing a white T-shirt and the shorts I left out for him. I guess he’s excited by showing it to me this way because his cock is already getting hard. The outline is so clear I can actually see a vein running up the side of it and it’s beating in time with his heart. “Maybe you’ll get to like it, like I did with my old skirts.” I say to him pointedly. “That was you wasn’t it?” I finally manage to drag my eyes from his groin and look up at him, and he looks a bit sheepish. “Yes,” He confesses. “Mom put the idea in my head though, going on about your old school skirts. I really wanted to see you in that sexy new underwear of yours and I thought I might get a few flashes if you had to go back to them.” All the time we’re talking he’s looking down the front of my T-shirt and I watch as his cock gets harder and harder. Then he starts tracing the length of it with a single finger. I can’t help but starting treating this as if it were a tennis match. Fifteen-love, I think to myself. Obviously I’m not letting him get away with that. “This underwear?” I ask innocently, and I unzip the skirt, slip it off, and put it over the back of the chair. His eyes are like saucers as he stares at the silky red triangle barely covering my pussy. Fifteen all! His cock is stretching the spandex right out now and it’s throbbing away like mad. I finish my breakfast and take the bowl to the sink, knowing that he’ll be able to see my ass as I do. When I turn around I catch him pulling his hand away from his cock and smile to myself. I go into the lounge and sit in one of the chairs. Nick follows me in and sits opposite me on the sofa. “Sure is hot in here.” I say, and I take off the singlet. I can almost feel his gaze burning into me as he gets his first good look at my tits. Fifteen-thirty. “Sure is.” He agrees and takes of his tee. I sit there watching him, my fingers teasing my nipples through the material of my bra. His own fingers start to rub along the shaft of his cock. “So hot.” He says ambiguously, and he pushes the shorts down and pulls them off. He sits back, puts his feet up on the couch, spreads his legs, and wraps his hand around his shaft, wanking it slowly while smiling wickedly and looking me up and down. Damn, thirty all. I stand up and take the bra off. Oh, he likes that, his little hand going faster but, when I take off the panties as well, he slows as if he’s afraid he’s getting too close to cumming. I go and sit next to him and adopt the same pose as his. Then I start running my fingertip up and down my pussy lips. Advantage Miss Young. We sit there for long minutes watching each other masturbating gently. Then Nick reaches over, pushes my hand aside, and takes over teasing my pussy lips. Deuce. It feels so much more exciting when he does it, and I’d really like to grind my pussy on his hand but I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how turned on I am. I start to reach over and he removes his hand from his cock in anticipation. As I wrap my hand around my first ever penis my hand is trembling. Advantage Miss Young. To start with I just skim my fingertips all over it, loving the way it twitches under my hand like a little scared bird. It’s so hot and hard and I love it. I feel his fingers are now slick on my pussy lips from the lubrication leaking out of me. Then I see a drop of precum appear at the end of his cock. I lean over and lick it off. I can see his whole body quiver as I do it. First game to Miss Young. Miss Young leads one game to nil. He stares at me is disbelief, then gets up off the couch and kneels in front of me. He licks me all the way from my asshole to my clit in one long, lovely firm stroke. It’s absolutely gorgeous! Well played that boy! Fifteen-love. I’m literally trembling with excitement now. He goes back to his spot with a smirk on his face as he sees the state I’m in now. My pussy is now crying out, desperate to be filled. I stand up, move between his legs, and bend over with my ass inches from his face. I can’t see his expression but I can imagine the view that he’s now got. I reach back and grasp his cock and then keep bending down until I feel the head of it at the entrance to my vagina. I pause for long seconds and then drop onto it in one slow, exquisite motion. Game, set and match to Miss Young, I think, triumphantly, and then I realize what I’ve just done. I stop, with his cock fully embedded in my pussy. It feels so perfect, as if it were made to be there, which I suppose in a way it was. It feels way too good to stop now. I’m already a brother f’er now, so I may as well make the most of it, I tell myself. As if reading my mind his hands come round to play with my tits and he begins thrusting his groin at my pussy. I start to bounce up and down, matching my timing to his and it really does feel lovely. I thought my Tinge was nice but, somehow, the warmth of it and the way it moves and throbs just feels so much better. If only he could make it vibrate it’d be absolutely perfect. He increases the pace and suddenly it’s become a race to cum. His fingers are doing wonderful things to my nipples but my clit is sorely neglected. I lick my fingers and put that right straight away. I’m on the home straight now, but then he stops. “I can’t cum in you,” He says in an anguished tone. “You might get pregnant!” I haven’t stopped though, and I’m at the finishing line. “Don’t ... worry ... about ... that!” I cry through the convulsions of my cum. It’s only seconds later that I feel a warm flood inside me as he cums too. I’m lying back against him, glorying in my double win for ages as he cuddles me and kisses the back of my neck. Eventually I get up, put my finger and thumb to my forehead in the classic ‘L’ for loser sign, and laugh at him. He laughs too and I bend down and kiss him long and hard on the lips before scampering upstairs to shower. When Mom and Dad get back from shopping Nick and I are in the lounge looking at stuff on our phones. We’ve been trying to be cool about it but we keep looking at each other and can’t help giggling. Mom looks at us both suspiciously but, when we say nothing, she just sighs and shakes her head. On Monday morning, while we’re having breakfast, the phone rings and Mom takes it in the other room; she’s gone quite some time. “That was the surgery,” She says to me when she returns. “The smear test was ... inconclusive. You’ve got another appointment with Kerry on Wednesday at five-thirty. Do you want me to come with you this time?” She looks hopefully at me. “No, that’s OK Mom. I know what to expect now.” I tell her. She looks disappointed but says nothing. It’s possible that I’m the first person ever to wish for a rectovaginal exam. During morning break Juliette sidles up to me and puts a key in my hand. “What’s this for?” “It’s the key to the music room.” She whispers. “Meet me there after the last class.” I pretend to think about whether to meet her but I’m just kidding myself, there’s no way I’m not going. I’m there first and I’m hopping from foot to foot getting myself all worked up by remembering what she said about licking me. When she finally arrives she looks just as wound up as me and we basically jump into each others arms. Kissing Juliette is just utterly gorgeous. Our hands are all over each other and I’m almost gasping for breath I’m so excited. There’s one thing that I’ve wanted to do ever since I saw it and I can’t wait any longer. I drop to my knees, push her skirt up and drag her panties to the side. “Hey, I thought I was the one who was going to sedu... “ Her voice fades out as I clamp my mouth over her luscious pussy and push my tongue just as deep into her vagina as it will go. She tastes absolutely divine and it occurs to me, out of the blue, that I’ve never tasted my own, and I can’t think for the life of me why not. “Oh, my God Sue, where did you learn to do that?” She gasps as she pushes herself into my face. I would explain that it’s my first time, but I’m told that a lady doesn’t speak with her mouth full. My hands clutch at her spectacular ass cheeks as I suck hard on her clit hood, but the panties are spoiling it, so I pull them down to her ankles. She steps daintily out of them and opens her legs wide. I’m in a pussy licking frenzy now and I use my hands to expose her clit. I take it in my mouth and feel her tremble as I suck and lick it gently. I move my hands back to her naked ass and caress it joyously sneaking my finger tips into the crease and teasing her little asshole. She clasps the back of my head and pulls me harder against her and I feel her legs shaking. I suck harder on her clit and press a fingertip against her asshole in tiny circles. She makes a series of increasingly desperate squeaking noises and then freezes, ramming my face into her pussy so hard that I’m afraid she’ll break my nose against her pubic bone. Her little asshole is kissing the end of my finger and her juices are running down my chin and I’m deliriously happy that I’ve made her cum. Eventually she pulls me up by the shoulders and kisses me hard. “You gorgeous, gorgeous little minx you. I’m gonna make you cum so hard your head will explode!” She drops to her knees and spins me around then puts her hands up my skirt and pulls mt panties off. I’m shaking like mad as I feel her place her hands on my ass checks and draw them apart. “You shaved back here just for me. Didn’t you Sue?” She says in an almost awed tone. “I thought you might be joking but I really, really hoped you weren’t.” “Has anyone ever told you what a gorgeous little asshole you’ve got?” She said, blowing gently on it which makes me gasp. “No one’s ever seen it before.” I replied, then think again. “Apart from a doctor and a nurse, oh and my mom.” “That’s a story you’ll really have to tell me sometime.” She says, laughing. Maddeningly she then lets my cheeks close. She strokes then and plants little butterfly kisses all over them but that isn’t what I’ve been dreaming about. I put my own hands on my ass and open myself up again. “You want me to kiss it don’t you, you dirty little girl?” She says, and her breath on my rosebud is so hot I know her mouth must be only inches away, and the suspense is driving me crazy. “You did say, and I did shave.” I argue, pleadingly. “And it is very pretty and pink.” Then, at last, she puts me out of my misery and kisses me there, her lips squeezing my anus is a most glorious way. Her hands go around me and I feel her fingers sliding along my slick lips and then she moistens my clit. She pushes two fingers into my vagina while her other hand rubs my button. What with that and her lips kissing my ass the assault on my senses is intense, but I’d really like her to use her tongue on me. I pull my cheeks apart as much as I can and then I feel it, her tongue teasing at my asshole, and it’s incredible. I’m very close now and I think she senses it because her fingers are pumping into me and rubbing my clit harder. As I start to cum my asshole keeps clenching and then relaxing and she’s able to slip her tongue inside. It’s utterly gorgeous and, for a minute, I think she may get her wish and pop my head like a balloon. My orgasm seems to last for absolutely ages, at the end of which I turn around and drag her to her feet so that I can kiss her. There is a faint tangy taste to her that is far from unpleasant and the kiss goes on and on as we hold each other tightly. Eventually we really have to go, and, as we are getting dressed afterwards, she goes to hand me my bag, but then stops and picks out my contraceptive pills. “My, my,” She says archly. “It’s not just girls that you like is it Susan?” I feel my face turn the shade of beetroot and put my hand out for my things. “And there was me telling Shaun that you wouldn’t be interested. That was a clever stunt you pulled by the way. It’s driving him batshit thinking you don’t have the hots for him.” She’s smiling as she says all that, and I wonder how she always knows exactly how to push my buttons. The idea that Shaun is interested in me is madness. T think he’s seventeen, why would he be interested in me. She hands me my bag and tosses the pills up in the air. I miss the catch and they fall on the floor. “I’ll tell Shaun you’re definitely up for a shag.” She says, as she walks away from me. “No, Juliette, please... “ I start to call after her, but she’s gone. Amazingly the next day at school nobody tries to fuck me at all and, to be honest, I’m a bit disappointed. I’m walking home with Miranda when a car slows down next to us and follows us along the road. We try to ignore it, thinking it’s just some creep. “Hey Susan, do you want a lift?” We look round and driving the car is Shaun Highmore. It’s an old convertible and I remember people talking about it in school. Apparently it’s a Mustang which is very cool, or so I’m told. I’m wondering what to do when Miranda vaults over the side of the car into the back seat. “Great, thanks!” She says to Shaun. I guess we’re going with him then, and I open the door and get into the passenger seat. I look over at him and my pussy clenches involuntarily, he’s so f’ing handsome and hunky to boot. “Thanks Shaun, this is really nice of you.” “No problem,” He says to me, with a lovely smile. “And where do you live, little girl in the back seat of my car?” He says, turning round to look at her. His smile widens. “Miranda, pleased to meet you.” She says to him. When I turn around I see the reason for his smile. She’s flashing her panties at him. They’re plain white cotton but they’ve ridden up into her slit and my pussy starts to tingle at the sight. With us both staring at her crotch she looks down and finally has the decency to be embarrassed. “Oops.” She says unconvincingly, and closes her legs. He drops Miranda off outside her house, even though she doesn’t really want to go and then drives up into the hills. We don’t talk much, mainly because I’m scared to distract him from his driving, which is way too fast for my liking, and I suspect he’s showing off. He stops at the end of an unmade road with a view overlooking the town. “So you’re friends with Juliette?” I ask him, worried about what she’s said to him. “Yeah,” He says, “She’s very cool.” “Did you talk about me?” I ask. “Well to start with she said you batted for her team, but then she kinda changed her mind.” “Did she say anything else?” “Just that she’s a little bit in love with you.” He said. “But for God’s sake don’t tell her I said that, she swore me to secrecy.” In love with me! Jesus, that’s a bit scary but really, really nice too. We make out for a while and his hands do lovely things with my back and my neck but that’s it. He’s a fantastic kisser though, almost as good as Juliette and he’s gorgeous and everything but I’m not really feeling it. I’m not sure if it was the scary drive or the worry about what Juliette told him, but for once my lady parts s are letting me down. I take his hand and put it up my skirt and onto my pussy. Now we’re getting somewhere and I moan as he rubs me, and my clit and my vagina finally get in the game. It’s a bit awkward but he manages to get his head down to my pussy and gives it a lovely lick, and then it’s like he’s a changed character. He pulls off my blouse, popping off two of the buttons in the process, and then attacks my bra. It’s a front loader and I undo it for him and then he’s mauling my little breasts and biting my nipples and everything. It’s absolutely wonderful and I have a hard time taking off my skirt and panties before this new and improved Shaun rips them bodily off me. The fresh air on my sopping wet pussy feels amazing and instantly his fingers are inside me, pumping away like mad. “I really need you to fuck me now Shaun.” I whisper in his ear. Like a shot he’s out of the car and round my side. As he drops his trousers and shorts and then opens the door I get a good look at his penis and it makes my mouth water, it’s so much bigger than Nick’s. Then he lifts me out of the car like I weigh nothing and sits down in my place before lowering me down slowly until his cock starts to enter me. I think he still thinks I’m fragile because he drops me down so agonisingly slowly, but then he’s all the way in and my little pussy is fuller and more stretched out than it’s ever been. I need his hands other places than my hips so I jam my feet either side of the seat and take over the job of supporting myself. Now I can move his hands to my tits and I can I go to work on my clit. It all feels fucking gorgeous and I can’t help squealing happily as his big cock is pounding the hell out of me. Then I spot a woman coming along the bluff with a dog on a leash. I guess that she is about forty and she’s a very good looking woman who’s dressed very elegantly for dog walking. She stops and, initially, looks a bit confused. Then she realizes what she’s seeing and her eyes open wide. As she continues to watch us her hand moves down and starts to rub her pussy over her clothes. I can’t believe how incredibly exciting I find it being watched by a stranger while I’m being fucked and, in a mad moment I wave for her to come closer. She seems reluctant at first, but I cup my breasts and tweak my nipples at her, and she starts to slowly approach, her hand still moving over her crotch. I wind the window down and, when she’s close enough to see my pussy over the car door and Shaun’s cock stuck in it, all her hesitancy disappears and she puts her hand slowly into the car. I take it in mine and and place it on my clit and she wastes no time and immediately rubs it gently with with her fingertips. I take a chance and pull her head down and she begins to suckle on my tiny teats. She’s giving me so much pleasure now I feel I must reciprocate and I manage to get my hand up her skirt. What I find there feels like a drenching wet pair of silky french knickers. I drag them down and get four fingers up her easily, leaving my thumb free to stroke her clit. With the pair of them working on me I don’t last too long and I kind of lose control when it hits me. My legs seem to turn to jello and I think I may have screamed a bit it was so awesome. Shaun’s getting into the short strokes and then he pulls out and the end of his cock ends up hard against my asshole. “I don’t want to get you pregnant.” He explains in a strangled voice. His cock feels so nice on my ass and I push down hard until the head pops just inside, and then I feel him cumming into my ass. The lovely lady’s fingers have replaced Shaun’s cock inside me and she’s still doing wonderful things to my clit and nipples, and suddenly I find that I’m cumming again - my first ever multiple orgasm! and anal! and exhibitionism! If I keep it up at this rate I’ll be running out of new things to try before I’m fifteen, I think happily. When she sees that I’m cuming she kisses me and tenderly holds my pussy through the ultra-sensitive phase and then hands me a card from her bag. “I’d love to ... see you again dear. Give me a call.” She says huskily to me and, with a final kiss she walks off, trying to pull her underwear up as she goes. “Who was that woman?” Shaun asks me breathlessly. “No idea,” I reply, laughing. “Never met her before.” “You’re mad.” He says, chuckling. “But I’m starting to understand why Juliette is falling for you.” Bloody hell! I think, does that mean that he is too? I look on the card she gave me. “She’s Maureen Fuller apparently. Attorney at law no less.” I put the card carefully in my own bag. Shaun is very sweet afterwards, kissing and cuddling me for ages before I finally have to ask him to take me home.

Sarah and the Gypsie's Curse by Cream_Caramel SARAH AND THE GYPSIE'S CURSE CH. 01 Sarah finds herself afflicted with a most unusual curse. My story is true, but it played out like a very absurd cautionary tale as to why you shouldn't just blow up in someone's face in the middle of the street. My name is Sarah and I'm a 36 year old office worker that I'm perfectly happy working in, I have a boyfriend named Gary who I love quite a lot, I've got a good deal of friends who enjoy my company (and vice versa), basically, life was good, and if I may brag a bit, my hourglass figure, fit body, luscious ass and bouncing breasts are pretty stellar. Now, like many if not most people, I have my own kinks, I'm a bit of an exhibitionist, I love reading stories on websites and message boards and whatnot, I'm not brave enough to ever do any of that in public, at least, not until one fateful day. I was on my way to get some coffee during a break at work, when I accidentally bumped into what I could only describe at the time as a homeless old lady, who wasted no time beginning to yell at me. "Watch where you're going you hussy!" she said in a thick, eastern european accent, now this was New-York so I wasn't really fazed all that much by getting bumped into nor getting yelled at as a result, and of course, I did what any good old New-Yorker would do, I shot back: "Oh, put a sock in it, you old bag!" Not the most cutting of insults nor the most creative, but that didn't dampen the old lady's spirit. "Oh yeah!? Well, a curse on you, you whore, may your humiliation never end, and may no one ever come to your aid!" That bit took me off guard, insults I was used to, but actual curses? That was pretty rare, and it took me off guard even further since the old lady had such an intimidating accent, and in hindsight, if you described that lady as a gypsy to me, I would not find fault in your description. I just walked away, intent on pushing the incident out of my mind, but it did kind of stick in there. Over the next few days I'd forget the whole thing for the most part but my mind would always wander back to it, all until one weekend where I was out jogging before I went back to Gary's apartment; I had some clothes over at his place so I didn't think much of it. Back at the apartment, I gave Gary a kiss "Need anything before I take a shower, Sweetey?" "Nah, I'm good, enjoy your shower." I hopped into the shower, and since I'd done this many times before, I didn't notice Gary sneaking in and stealing all the clothes and towels from the bathroom. When I got out, I searched around and couldn't find anything, I was puzzled and decided to go out in search of some of my clothes that I had left there, I wasn't bothered being naked in Gary's apartment, since I had been in this state before, so I wasn't really surprised by anything. "Honey, did you take my clothes?" I called out, seeing how Gary was nowhere to be found, however, his reply came from outside the apartment's door. "Hey Sweety, I have them with me, but can you help me out a little here?" I was flustered, I wanted to tell him that I was naked, but I didn't want to shout it out in case anyone heard. I tiptoed over to the door where he was, and before I knew what was going on, the door blew open, and in one swift motion, Gary grabbed me, shoved me outside and latched the door, and so I was stuck outside in the hallway naked. "Gary! What the hell!?" I nearly shouted, but I didn't want to alert the neighbors to any disturbance, the only thing worse than being out here naked was the neighbors watching it as it happened. My hands had flown up quite naturally to cover myself in classic ENF fashion, but it was too late, Gary had snapped a picture of me in the hallway fully nude, he told me to put my arms down, maybe it was the little exhibitionist in me, maybe it was shock, heck, nowadays, I might think it was the curse, but I did as I was told without much thought, my compliance prompted a few more pics. "Okay, you had your fun, Can I get back in now?" I had no idea what was happening, Gary had never done anything like this before, but for some reason the thought of that old lady's curse shot right back into my head. "Sure, as soon as you lay down and masturbate." Gary gave the command, I was shocked, but I can't lie, I was turned on by those words, it was like one of those nonsensical stories I'd read online, but I reminded myself, those are just stories, not matter how vehemently the characters in the stories proper argued otherwise. "You can't be serious!" I hissed at Gary, my arms remembering to return to their proper position, where they can shield my privates. "You won't get in unless you do." Gary threatened, cementing the fact that I was not in a position to argue. "Can I at least come back in and do it inside?" I tried to bargain, though that was probably futile on my part, considering my position and the cause of it. "Nope, do it right where you are, I don't want you dirtying up the inside of the apartment." Gary laughed, okay, that was kinda mean, he was referring to my tendency to squirt when orgasming, and a part of me wanted to refuse him, but another part knew he had won completely and had total control over me, and then common sense just went out the door when yet another part argued that I would love it (probably the same part that pushed my arms down), all while that niggling thought about the curse kept intruding at the back of my head. What, you think you're gonna break the curse by asking? I laid down on the ground and spread my legs open, I let my hands do their work as one latched onto my breasts and the other started flicking my clit, I was pretty horny as it was, so the orgasm was coming quick, I looked back at Gary and saw the phone still recording. "Those are just for you, right?" I managed to get out as two of my fingers slipped into my pussy. "Nope, I'll be sharing these with all our friends." and that set me off, it hit me that I was laying down stark butt naked in the middle of the hallway and masturbating after being locked out by my boyfriend, and I was now having the most amazing orgasm, my juices squirted out on the hallway floor, my voice barely kept in. I was breathing heavily, recovering from my orgasm when I heard a voice: "Hi Sarah, good to see you." It was Mike, Gary's brother, looking at me lying there with the biggest grin on his face. SARAH AND THE GYPSIE'S CURSE CH. 02 Sarah, still skeptical if the curse exists, performs a test. So after the sordid episode I spoke about previously, I got to thinking, was this really part of some strange curse cast on me by a gypsy woman? Naturally, this sounded absurd, there's no such thing as curses after all, but after a few days, it was apparent that nobody was mentioning the incident, neither Gary nor Mike, his brother, brought it up even in passing, I even tried to mention it to Gary, asking if he remembered that day, but all I got was a very lukewarm response, it was almost as if that incident was completely mundane and uneventful. With that little detail to occupy me, I wanted to see if this curse truly existed, and what better way to do so than by tempting fate? I had organized a party between some of mine and Gary's friends, nothing too large, just a small get together to enact my plan. The party itself started out quite normally, people mingling about, having fun, dancing with the music, and, quite possibly, there was some booze but nothing major, the best most people at the party could manage was a healthy buzz. The party continued as any normal party would, with one exception, as the affair began to slowly die down, I made a shocking announcement: "How about it folks, are you up for a little spicy game?" the crowd cheered back up from the lull it had sunk into just a moment ago, I felt a knot in my stomach. "We'll each draw a card from this deck and show it to everyone, the people with the highest number, aces then face cards and so on, will get to pull out, the rest keep playing. I continued explaining the rules: "We'll keep going like this until we have the last person, that's our loser, and what does that loser have to do?" Shouts with lewd suggestions came flying out " Have them do a silly dance!" "Make them streak outside!" "Give them a spanking!" "Come on folks, think of something spicier!" I riled up the crowd further, making sure everyone was excited "How about they stay naked the entire night, and everyone gets to touch?" This was the moment of truth, I knew these people, and if there truly was no curse, there would be some hesitation to this idea. The crowd cheered. I was now feeling a chill running down my spine, this was not the reaction I expected, but that wasn't the end of my experiment, you see, I had orchestrated the game to play out this way for a simple purpose: There was about two dozen people in here, that meant I'd have to miss the highest card more than twenty times in a row; If this truly was the work of a curse, then this insane, competition with nearly a million to one shot of loss cannot end in any way other than me losing, correct? I began giving out cards, reminding everyone that aces were high, I flipped my card over, a queen of spades! I wondered if I was going to disprove the curse almost immediately, but no, I was still in the game, as all the cards went out, kings and aces emerged from amongst the crowd. Next round I got a 5 of hearts, nowhere near the top of the list, I was still in the game and so six of the two dozen or so guests were already out of the game. Next round was the same, a 7 of spades, but the most galling aspect of this round was that Gary had pulled an ace, so he was out of the game! I was growing more incredulous by the minute, is this really going to play out the way I planned it? This continued on, I kept on believing that at any point now I was going to get the high card, but that moment never came, the pit in my stomach grew and grew as twelve players remained, then nine, then eight, then six, sometimes it was close, and sometimes it wasn't. Then there were two other players left, I was shaking from disbelief, I looked at my card and my heart nearly leapt from joy, a king! The odds that either of the two other players, a girl named Jessica and a man named Paul, both of whom were my co-workers, had anything higher than a king was nearly impossible. But nearly impossible is leagues apart from completely impossible, I nearly fainted when both Paul and Jessica revealed aces of their own, and I couldn't even prepare myself for this likelihood, it came so suddenly. I didn't even have time to object or bargain, I felt hands on my dress, unzipping it and pulling it down, I was left standing there in a thong in front of nearly thirty people! And even that was short lived as I could feel fingers dig into the waistband and pull it down, there I was, completely naked, to everyone's cheers and laughter! There were no nerves, no hesitation there, nobody was shocked to see me naked, nobody was feeling awkward, people treated stripping me and soon enough groping me as a normal, everyday amusement, like watching TV. This was the most humiliating thing that has ever happened to me, last time didn't compare! I was seen by two people as far as I knew last time, and only one of them had never seen me naked, but this was a whole other level! But I couldn't really do anything, I was now certain this was the work of the curse, even if it was my own plan, the curse trapped me in this unwinnable situation, and the idea that I was now forced to go around the party, getting my picture taken by and with everyone, not to mention getting my breasts squeezed, my nipples tweaked and my ass smacked and pinched constantly, that was turning me on. And to top it off, there were even a few bold souls who managed to get their fingers on my pussy and clit, I was pretty humiliated as the curse implied I would be, but what the curse didn't account for (or didn't care to account for) was that I would enjoy this sort of situation.. With that said, everyone knew I could not rebuff anyone's advances, I have to say it didn't take long before I was pretty horny, and visibly so. "Hey honey, how are you feeling?" Gary came over and rubbed my shoulder, but despite his attempt to make me feel better, all I could think of was the feeling of his clothes' fabric against my bare skin. "I'm a bit flustered, honestly." I replied to the best of my ability, hoping not to show my arousal too much, but seeing how it was Gary, he probably knew very well. "Tell you what, how about we play one more game, if you win, I'll give you my clothes, if you lose, you do a forfeit and get dressed, either way, it's over quickly." So it seemed that whatever entity was controlling the curse decided that it would escalate the situation, I knew that my chances of winning this last bet was nearly nothing, so it was silly of me to take it, but I didn't think too much of it, my brain was focused on on both the escape and thee joy of this tantalizing situation, and my body even reacted strongly to the idea of even further humiliation, so I was not in the best mindset to suss this out. I agreed, and Gary announced the extra round to everyone, I would play one more round with Gary, and as he went first, he pulled a 3 of diamonds, it was such a low number, almost the lowest in fact, to anyone else this might seem like a sure win, but for me, it only projected one simple fact: The curse was being a dick about the situation, the reality was being rubbed in my face for even tempting fate, it was retaliating. I revealed my card, it was a 2 of clubs. It seems the curse wanted me thoroughly humiliated, it wasn't enough for me to lose, I had to lose in the most unquestionable way possible, and I hadn't even done my forfeit yet, that came immediately after as Gary took my hand and led me to the couch, he spread my legs open as we sat down and began playing with my body, softly caressing my breasts and teasing my pussy, I was moaning in response to his expert hands, paying no heed to the partygoers watching us, but that didn't last long. I was surprised when he pulled his hands away and informed me that my forfeit was to cum for everyone, my humiliation was complete as I took over, and unlike Gary's tender touches, I was far more vulgar, I mauled at my breasts and pumped my fingers in and out of my pussy as my coworkers and friends watched on and captured this shame on video, I knew that by next week everyone in my office would have seen me naked, groped, molested and finally bringing myself to orgasm. That last thought pushed me over the edge as I creamed the couch beneath me, juices squirting out abundantly. "Well done sweetie, I knew you'd put on a great show, you were such a good sport about this." Gary encouraged me as he began playing with my breasts, tweaking my nipples just hard enough to make me wince in surprise more than pain, I managed to inadvertently orchestrate my own stripping and as a result was forced to put on one of the most embarrassing and humiliating displays of my entire life. I was truly cursed, in the most literal sense of the word! Despite having orgasmed mere moments ago, that revelation sent me reeling as I felt myself growing aroused yet again, it dawned on me that I was going to be a target for such events for the foreseeable future, and even worse (or better, depending on how you look at it), none of it would backfire on me, I could find myself in as depraved a situation as possible and wake up the next day like nothing ever happened! I didn't care that I was technically allowed to dress again, my hands went back to work again of their own accord as I brought myself to another orgasm. And that wasn't the end of the night, I was told I could get dressed again, but I chose to extend my lewd and pleasurably naked stay, and everyone, correctly guessing how much I was enjoying this, escalated my humiliation as I found myself on the receiving end of many more orgasms before the end of the night. I went to sleep that night thinking about the curse, and how far it would go to try to humiliate me, that thought made me want to run another orgasm out again. SARAH AND THE GYPSIE'S CURSE CH. 03 Sarah begins to understand how powerful the curse is. So after the last incident, I began to worry that this curse would do more mental harm to me than social; not only would I be on edge in fear of getting "ambushed" by the curse, I doubt it's healthy to be on the receiving end of intense forced humiliation so frequently, even if I did enjoy it and even if it was essentially consequence free, as such I began to take note of the way it kept manifesting, and I may have pushed my luck a little. First, the good news, the curse didn't seem to interfere with my normal sex life, I could still have sex with Gary normally and even walk around my apartment naked (my favorite method of excercising my exhibitionist fantasies prior to the curse) without it turning into a parade of public exposure. Another thing is that the curse didn't take every possible opportunity to strike, there were many situations that I, personally, thought might make for a spicy scenario, such as going to do the laundry and having to wash the clothes I was wearing or something like that, I've read many stories like that, but so far, all laundry days passed by rather mundanely. And as the previous point implied, this curse didn't stick to a schedule, there was no specific day when the curse struck, nor does a specific amount of time need to pass between incidents, I've had incidents happening on back to back days, and other times they were weeks apart; I believe the only day it has yet to strike for me is Sunday, though I doubt it's skipping that day to go to church (stripped at church, another scenario I've thought of when I broke this schedule down). And from there I could surmise that it didn't have anything to do with my expectations or anticipations, I thought of the laundry idea early on, but as the following story will show, the curse can begin acting even before I think of an idea, causality is not a factor here. On many occasions, Gary would often invite me to go out drinking with him, but I was always too busy or too tired to do so, I didn't really mind him going, so I always sent him off to hang out with his guy friends. This time, I was feeling pretty energetic and in need of a change of pace, so I took him up on his offer, the bar was fairly clean and well lit, there seemed to be plenty of couples there as well as single people, but I noticed a lot of people knew Gary there, I guess he was pretty popular. We hung out for a while, getting drinks and introducing myself to Gary's friends; they were very welcoming, asking how a schlub like Gary could get a knockout like me. I was pretty flattered at the compliments, and I hit it off with them. I noticed a pool table in the corner and asked if Gary wanted to play with me, he declined, saying he's not that good at it. That's when I got a "brilliant" idea; the curse can make it so that I get stripped, and essentially spike and set off scenarios I have set up, but can I strip other people the way they did to me? Last time it was pretty definitive that the curse would bend the laws of probability to get me naked, but that was a game of pure chance, If I go around challenging people to strip games based on skill, would they end up naked, and if so, would it also get swept under the rug the way my incidents do? It didn't hurt that Gary had humiliated me time after time in front of everyone I know, so this was my chance to get back at him where people are familiar with him, there was a good chunk of women here as well, so I figured I could even let them cop a few feels of his naked body and get a couple of pictures of him naked, provided my experiment worked out, of course. And so I was set, I began teasing Gary and calling him chicken, I could tell Gary was getting irritated, so I pushed him further: "Okay, how about the loser gets on the pool table and strips naked in front of everyone." Gary's friends were hollering and laughing, egging him on and joking how he'd end up flopping in the breeze, and he tried to ask me not to do this, but I was intent on playing my idea out. "Go for it Sarah, Gary can't sink a ball to save his life." one of Gary's friends poked fun at him, and I could see him squirm. "Not enough? How about the loser gives everyone here free access to play with their body?" More cheers and whoops from Gary's friends, and I think here Gary had enough, he accepted the wager and we began playing. I broke and sank one of the balls with my first shot, neither of us sunk anything in the first few turns, but I could tell my shots came closer to sinking the balls, I thought that meant that I could still do things like this without the curse turning it into another incident, so I got even more cocky and raised the stakes, I told Gary that not only will the loser strip naked on the pool table, but they would also have to masturbate to orgasm on it, at this point everyone in the bar, who were watching us play, gave a loud cheer wondering how this would play out. As I was in the lead, I was completely unaware I had dug my own grave here. Gary agreed and took his shot. That shot was better than any shot either of us made that day, finally sinking a ball of his own, he still missed the next shot and let me take my turn, but I wasn't doing any better than before, I'd instantly fail to sink a ball and and that continued for a bit, and then Gary sunk another ball, I was beginning to get nervous, we kept trading until finally during one of my turns, I flubbed my shot, the cue ricocheted so badly it had slammed into the eight ball, and I watched in what seemed like slow motion the eight ball roll and sink into one of the meaning I had lost on the spot! I wasn't even sure if that was caused by the curse or if this was just some freak accident, but that's beside the point, the point was that now, I had to pay up and get on the pool table. And so I found myself standing on top of the pool table being stared at by everyone, who were waiting for me to strip naked, first my t-shirt, I was wearing a plain white bra underneath, Gary stretched out his hand, basically telling me to hand it over, I did so and began unbuttoning my jeans skirt, I cursed myself having neglected to at least wear matching underwear, I was standing in front of a whole bar of cheering stranger in my white bra and pink panties. The bar began a chant of "take it off!", egging me on to remove the rest of my clothes, a shaky hand reached back to unclasp my bra as I considered that the two other times the curse had struck, I didn't have to go through such a thing; the first time I was basically dressed in nothing but a towel that was whipped off my body in a flash, and at the party my clothes were taken off for me by the other party-goers. Standing in front of everyone and "voluntarily" taking my clothes off for them was certainly different, and it made me feel more helpless as the humiliation was drawn out. My bra came off, my breasts bouncing into view as another wave of cheers crashed over me, what's worse, my nipples hardened at the realization of how many people were watching me. Then finally came my panties, wanting this new experience to be over already, I took a deep breath and pushed them down in one hard push, they obeyed and let gravity do its work, dropping immediately to the pool table's surface. Through all this time Gary had been collecting my clothes from me, but I saw he was actually just tossing them out to the crowd, I wondered how I would get them back, wait, could I get them back? Was that really an option with the curse in the first place? My mind raced at the possibility as I stood there naked, forgetting that I still needed to follow through on the rest of the wager, Gary cleared his throat letting me know full well that there was still more to be paid. The bar's chant changed into one of "Cum! Cum! Cum!" And so I started squeezing my boobs before I let a couple of fingers creep down to my pussy, I was so embarrassed and humiliated at my own hubris that led me to this point, it didn't take a that much of me pumping my fingers in and out of my pussy in front of everyone before I found myself moaning. I could hear the bar's crowd cheering and laughing as I approached climax, my fingers making lewd noises as they churned inside my soaking wet pussy, and before I knew it, I found myself experiencing a standing orgasm, cumming for everyone's viewing pleasure, my juices squirting out as I stood there on top of the pool table, struggling to keep my knees from buckling as strength dissipated from my hips. Next, I had to go around the bar and let everyone play with my body, being passed around as my boobs were fondled and my butt spanked and squeezed, and was even made to bend over so that everyone could get better access to my rear to facilitate the spanking. Of course, Gary didn't neglect to record this entire humiliating episode, he had taken several photos and videos of me stripping, squirting, and presenting my body to everyone, and I had noticed many of the bar's patrons were doing the same. At the end of the night, the bartender told us to pose for a few group shots on account of the occasion, I was front and center of this picture, sitting on a bar table with my legs spread open and masturbating once more, he took several of me before, during and after orgasm, Gary told me that those pictures were hanging on the wall to this day. Everyone had, in the meanwhile, hidden my clothes and decided that I should go home naked, just as I had anticipated, and since we came over in a cab, we had no other way to get home, the driver was surprised at first, but when he tried asking why I was naked, Gary produced my panties and stuffed them into my mouth to prevent me from answering, he then told the cabbie that I lost a bet and had to stay naked, and that I shouldn't worry since I was quite enjoying myself, I nodded in dreamy, defeated agreement. That wasn't the end of it, since I had to sit in the back seat with Gary, he took full advantage of my nudity and silence to grope me and finger me to yet another orgasm as we made our way back to our apartment, the driver was so fixated on the show I was providing it was a miracle we didn't get into an accident, it was also good that he didn't get upset at the puddle of cum I left on his backseat, so much so that he let us go without paying! When we finally made it to the building, I barely took a few steps into the apartment before I had to take a seat and masturbate on our couch, with my panties still inside my mouth; I was just that horny despite cumming so many times already. As always, neither Gary nor any of his friends made a big deal out of my attempt at stripping him nor the way it backfired on me, but due to the way it played out, I still wasn't sure if this was a case of the curse striking or a simple gaff on my part. As such, as I was sitting there fingering myself to yet another orgasm for the night, Gary at my side playing with my breasts, I wondered if I needed to try and strip Gary yet again, see if that clears things up. I certainly wasn't doing it to provoke the curse into humiliating me more, though for some reason that thought made me cum on the spot. SARAH AND THE GYPSIE'S CURSE CH. 04 Sarah goes shopping for clothes, with mixed results. The dam had finally broken, the curse escalated its behavior and I didn't really know what to do about it. From this point on, my life began taking an almost surreal bent, and yes,I mean more than it had previously. Thankfully, there seemed to be minimal consequences from my humiliation at the party and the one at the bar, but that didn't mean things didn't escalate. As before, there was this relative stealthy nature to the curse; even if I were to be stripped naked and debased in public, people seemed to just "forget" about it, and I use the word lightly because it seemed people were aware of these incidents, they just shrugged them off. However, from this point on things changed slightly, people would still recognize that I was the girl at the center of all these incidents, but instead of simply ignoring them and disregarding them, people seemed to take that as an invitation to enact whatever scenario would get me "tricked" into stripping. Once more, I chose these words not in a literal sense, these pranks and tricks people were pulling on me were nothing more than flimsy excuses intended to justify stripping me in public. take for instance that time that Gary and I were heading to the mall, the month was coming to an end and I wanted to go shopping now that my paycheck had arrived. We got to a mall that had alot of great shops, and we started to browse for fun and cute things. Gary didn't really mind going shopping with me since he enjoyed having input on the clothes I wore, it was up to me to decide in the end, but I enjoyed giving him the illusion of choice just as much as he enjoyed having it. At one shop, I found a couple of nice pieces to wear, and wanted to try them out, I got in the changing booth and started trying out clothes. I heard Gary tell me he'd be going to the bathroom and that he'd be right back, I called back in acknowledgment, too engrossed in what I was doing to notice that my clothes that I came with, were gone from the booth. Not only that, even my purse was stolen! I was left with nothing but my underwear and the clothes I brought in to try out, I didn't know what to do so I put on a dress I had brought in with me and headed out to the cashier. I explained my dilemma to the cashier, and asked if she could help me out by giving me some clothes, they were okay with it, but I should have known not to get my hopes up, because she next asked me to pay for it: "Er, I... I don't have any money..." I stammered, knowing where this would lead me yet again. "Well, I'm sorry then, I'll have to take the clothes back." the cashier sighed, putting her hand out. "Can I at least go back to the changing room?" I pleaded, falsely looking to preserve any amount of modesty, in reality I was more than willing to strip, but I wanted to put on a show of resistance just in case. "Why? You're going to walk out of here looking the same." the cashier shook her head and eyed me suspiciously, it seemed that I made her distrust me, and so I, defeated, began to take the dress off in the middle of the store, where everyone could see me. It would probably be a good time to mention that, as a surprise for Gary at the end of the day, I had worn a special set of lingerie, so here I was in public showing off the lingerie I intended for my boyfriend's eyes only. Naturally, people were staring and laughing at my embarrassment, I ran out of the store looking for Gary, only to run into him right outside the store, he laughed as he saw my appearance and wasted no time squeezing my butt. He suggested we go to the security booth and look for my things there, all while toying with my body, he wouldn't let me rush or cover up until we got there, meaning I was seen by who knows how many people getting groped by Gary, they didn't do or say anything (beyond the occasional laugh or whisper), but that didn't make it any less embarrassing. The security guard was amused, but didn't give us any trouble, when we searched the lost and found, we found my purse, money intact and everything, which was both comforting and strange, not my dress though, because I guess the curse didn't want me dressed yet. The guard made sure to warn me about running around in such an indecent state, and that he might detain me if I don't fix it, but the way he said almost made it sound like a lewd joke as opposed to a serious threat, either way we decided to go back up to the mall to buy some clothes. We went back up to the mall and once again I had to endure the laughs and stares of everyone as we looked for the same store as before to get me something to wear. Once inside, I grabbed anything that I could get my hands on from before and immediately bought it, and as soon as the cashier rang my purchase up I rushed to the changing booth, as I took a deep breath of relief, Gary walked in on me. In my shock, I was taken by surprise when he began kissing me deeply, telling me how sexy I looked in the lingerie, I was melting in his arms as he began to undress me, and I was naked and making out with him before I knew it. Gary snapped me out of my rapture as he stepped away, leaving me a little horny. "I'll leave you to pick out something to wear and we'll pick this up later." He said,but just as he was stepping out, I noticed that my purse, the clothes I bought AND my underwear were now missing. I stopped Gary from leaving and told him about my missing items, he peaked out and told me there was nothing outside, I did note that Gary didn't have my things, so it couldn't have been him, I was wondering if someone recognized me and was playing a prank on me, but I hadn't seen anyone familiar. Once again I had to step out to the cashier with Gary, this time I was completely naked! We tried to tell the cashier, this time it was a different lady from the one before, about the situation, but just like the other one she was unsympathetic to what had happened, she rolled her eyes and told us that she was informed about someone trying to scam them out of clothes by pretending to have things stolen from them. "I wasn't pretending! I really did get things stolen from me!" I protested, feeling frustrated about the mistrust. "Twice? Besides, you said earlier you had your purse stolen, but I saw you walk in with it, I bet you have it stashed here somewhere!" the cashier retorted angrily, and I was at the verge of tears. "Come on lady, we don't care what it is, just give her something to wear, I'll pay for it." Gary tried pleading with the cashier, but I knew he hadn't gotten paid yet this month, so I doubted he had much on him. The irritated cashier sighed as she looked at me, I guess she was starting to feel guilty watching me stand here naked and about to have a breakdown in the middle of the store, that or she wanted to avoid making a scene. "Fine, you can have some of our off-season stock, but you have to put it on right here in front of me and leave immediately." the cashier left for a bit, and came back with what I can only describe as one of the skimpiest micro bikinis I have ever seen, the top was barely two pieces of cloth sown to a few strings that were tied together, the bottom was even less. And so I got dressed as hastily as possible before getting escorted out of the store again, only difference was that I was nearly naked this time around. It was only when we were outside that I noticed, on top of the bikini being so tiny, it was so thin it was practically see through, the top would constantly shift off my nipples, and everyone in the mall might as well have seen me naked, and I wish that was the end of it As we were walking through the mall amidst the leers and laughs, hoping to get out of there and cut my losses after this humiliating ordeal, I felt a tug against my flimsy bottoms, and was surprised to see a girl running away with it in hand. I looked down at my now bare hips and crotch, still shocked, then looked back up to see Gary running after the thief, and within a few seconds, someone took my arms behind my back and tied them together, I looked down to see myself completely naked, my top gone as well. I felt blood rush to my ears, people around me chattering busily as they watched on without anyone offering to help, and at the same time I felt my nipples were aching painfully, some juices began trickling down my legs, somehow, in this situation. I found myself instantly horny. "I knew it was 'streaker Sarah' the moment you walked in!" I recognized the voice, it was the first cashier who forced me to strip, I felt her hands pinch one of my nipples and let out a moan against my will "I told my friend that we could play a little prank on you." I turned my head back only to see the second cashier in front of me, she stuffed something in my mouth, it was my stolen bottoms! The two girls began playing with my body, squeezing my breasts, twisting my nipples and fingering my pussy, I had been stripped so easily by two strangers and was now being paraded in front of a crowded mall, nobody bothered to help me, in fact, many people took out their phones and began recording, I was already a named celebrity and this was business as usual to everyone in town. The thought of anyone being able to strip me without suffering consequences essentially flipped a switch in my brain, and I came on the spot, orgasming for the cheering crowd as my juices squirted out as I stood there in the middle of the mall. I wasn't allowed to rest as the girls smacked my ass and pushed me into the crowd, hands began crawling all over my body, my breasts continued to be groped, my nipples pinched and flicked, my ass spanked and squeezed and my pussy fingered even more. Just as I was about to have a second orgasm, Gary returns after his futile chase, only to see me in my humiliating state, he laughs and jokes about how he can't leave me alone. However, instead of helping me, Gary took out his cell phone, told me to say cheese and hit record just as I had my second (but not last) orgasm of the day. I was then paraded around the mall as the two girls proceeded to invite every other mall goer to molest and play with my body like I was public property, I wondered if the security guard from earlier would swoop in and put me out of my "misery", only to notice him in the crowd as he approached... and began squeezing my breasts. My humiliation was complete, I had no escape, I was now the town exhibitionist, my boyfriend was content taking pictures of me as I had yet another orgasm in public. I have to say, I didn't mind that much either. Gary finally took me home after the ladies gave him my clothes and purse back, not to me though, I had to walk back to the car naked as everyone watched me stumble back. We reached the apartment building, and Gary told me that if I get stripped without him around not to feel too guilty about what I'm made to do, as long as I was safe. I didn't know how to feel about that, it was nice knowing he cared about my well being, but I just had to roll my eyes when he told me to try my best to get him a video of whatever happens. That said, I did feel a little tingle thinking about what would happen to me.

She Liked It! by nighttimestories© My wife April and I have been married for seven years and have always liked trying new things when it comes to sex. Most recently, we have been spicing up our sex life by showing off April. I should tell you that April is a petite 5'5" blonde with breasts that are a full 36D and regardless of what she is wearing can never hide her endowment. She has a cute tiny little bubble butt that is firm and silky smooth. Her legs remind you of the legs of a dancer. They are muscular enough to be sexy and not so muscular to be masculine. I have found that I also like showing her off and the stares she gets from admiring men. Our little showing off sessions have progressively gotten more and more provocative and more and more exciting. Most recently, our outing was shopping and I put together the outfit that she was to wear. I put her outfit on the bed while she was taking a shower getting herself ready for our adventure. She came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her head and her beautiful clean body still glistening from moisture. She looked at the outfit on the bed and said smiling, "You have got to be kidding! Right?" I glanced at her with a serious look and an evil grin. She looked shocked and exclaimed, "You're NOT kidding!" She decided to go along I believe thinking that I would back down from having her in public in such an outfit. She smiled and started walking to the vanity, "Ok I'm game" She sat her beautiful naked ass on the bench, then unwrapped her damp golden locks from the towel and let them tumble to her smooth sexy shoulders. She grabbed a brush and began running it through her hair. I turned and headed into the bathroom to take a shower while she primped in front of the mirror. I finished with my shower then dried my hair and shaved the stubble from my face. I walked into the bedroom to see April completely naked looking at her ensemble lying on the bed. She was radiant with the minimal makeup that she wore and her blonde curly hair rolling along her beautiful face. I said, "Well, go ahead and get dressed. I'll be ready shortly." She got a concerned look on her face and asked, "Are you sure?" I looked over my shoulder and said, "Yes now get ready." I went back into the bathroom and knew that she was not going to be up for going out in public in that outfit. I had picked out a short black leather mini skirt and a sheer red silk blouse. There was no bra or panties on the bed. The shoes were a red pointed toe high heel that always made my dick hard just looking at her legs while wearing them. When I had finished getting ready and dressed, I went back into the bedroom. My jaw must have hit the floor when I saw her standing there in the outfit. "WOW!" was all I could say. She looked at me and asked, "Are you about ready to go?" My mind was thinking she was now playing games and after seeing her in the outfit, she thought I would change my mind about her going out in public dressed like that. Quiet frankly it did cross my mind that maybe I had pushed it a little too far. I mean she was naked under very little clothing. She had the buttons on the blouse unbuttoned so that half her breasts were showing and you could see her hard nipples pushing against the cool silk fabric. The skirt was just long enough to cover her ass cheeks while she was standing. Any bending or sitting would reveal her ass and more than likely her shaved pussy. Her legs looked incredibly long for such a petite woman because of the skirt being so short. I let my eyes roll down her sexy legs and to those red high-heeled shoes that just simply were, "WOW!" I said again. I could feel my dick getting hard in my pants and glanced down to see it tenting out the front of my jeans. I finally replied to her question, "Yes, I'm ready to go!" I think she was still hoping that I would change my mind but she had also seen my cock getting hard and probably knew I was enjoying this way too much to stop it. I grabbed her hand and we headed for the door. I said, "I think we will go to the mall first and go to that furniture store there to look for the new living room group you have been wanting and then walk around the mall and maybe grab some dinner and a movie while we are there. Does that sound ok to you?" She was slightly being pulled to the door by me and she responded with a slight smile and a, "Sounds great to me." Out the front door we went and although we have progressively been increasing the amount of skin that April revealed this was the first time she had been out in no panties and no bra. The other times had included a low cut blouse with too many buttons unbuttoned and a bra or a short skirt but she had panties on even if it was a pair of thong panties. She now seemed in a hurry to get to the car. She was out in broad daylight and felt self-conscious about her attire. She was also concerned that the neighbors might see her. I hurried behind her and said, "Here let me get the door for you Honey." She turned to sit in the car seat and pulled down on her skirt as she did so. She then swung both of her legs into the car but not without showing me her sweet little pussy. Once in she looked up at me and asked, "Did you enjoy the show?" "HELL YES!" I responded and she smiled then. I shut the door and went around getting in on the other side. I started the car and glanced over at April. She looked a little nervous and had her hands folded in her lap as if she was trying to keep her naked pussy covered. I reached over, put my hand on her leg, and said, "You look absolutely beautiful and so very sexy!" She smiled at me and said, "Thank-you but, don't you think this may be a little too much? I mean I could get arrested for showing this much in public." I said, "Relax, it's not like your naked and you really have to be paying attention to even know you don't have a bra on. And, we are not going to be sitting anywhere in public where anyone can see your ass." I was lying to keep her calmed down. Her tits were large enough that just walking let them jiggle and bounce. Besides the fact that her nipples were protruding and the areola were slightly visible through the thin silk. I also had already devised a plan to have her sit where she would be on display. She was going to be noticed today by every red-blooded male that she met and I was going to enjoy every minute of it and I hoped that she would relax eventually and enjoy the attention and stimulation of it. I said, "Let's make a bet right now. I bet that by the end of the day you will be having fun and incredibly turned on. If so, you lose and at some point, I will look at you and say "Now." When I do you have to strip naked. If I lose the same will go for me when you say "Now." How does that sound for a friendly little wager?" She smiled and said, "I'm not sure how friendly that is but you're on." We pulled out of the drive and I turned the car toward the direction of the mall. As we were riding, we talked and that helped to take her mind off the fact that she did not have very many clothes on. I put my hand on her thigh about midway between her knee and her pussy. I could feel the heat from her pussy already. In front of the mall was a restaurant that is known to be visited by lots of male patrons because of the tight shirts and little orange shorts that the waitresses wear. I pulled in and said, "Let's get something to eat before we look at furniture. I'm starved aren't you?" She smiled at me and asked, "Are we going here for me to put in a job application or to eat?" I laughed at her comment and replied, "Simply to eat." I walked around the car to open the door for her. She could in no way get out of the car without flashing me her sweet little smooth pussy. She slid out of the seat and turned her feet to the ground. She looked up at me, as she knew I would be watching. She said, "You are such a nasty boy!" I grinned and replied, "Yes and you love it." She stood up, the dress had ridden up on her, and she quickly pulled it down to cover her ass and pussy. I grabbed her hand and we went into the restaurant. The patrons inside were about eighty percent male and several heads snapped our direction when they saw April standing at the front door. One of the girls guided us toward our table. April looked at the girl and asked, "Is it ok if we take a table with a regular chair and not a stool?" The waitress then guided us to a table with chairs. "I thought "Damn" I was hoping she would take the stool. When we sat down, she looked at me and said, "You thought you had me there didn't you?" I just smiled. The waitress then came back for our drink order and I ordered two margaritas. April then said, "Are you trying to ply away the inhibitions with some tequila?" I replied, "No, I just thought it would be fun to have a drink." She gave me that "Yah sure" look. The guys in the restaurant kept walking by sneaking peeks at April. I know she was noticing it also because she was getting more flirtatious with me. We had our lunch and two margaritas each. April was loosening up a bit. She was not trying to cover her breasts with her crossed arms so nobody could tell she was naked underneath it. Her nipples were hard as rocks. She ordered another margarita for each of us and said, "It will be dessert." We finished our "dessert" and got up to pay our bill and head to the mall. When April stood up I could see just the bottom of her pussy and I know the people behind her could see her ass. She pulled her skirt down quickly remembering all of a sudden what she was wearing. We went to the car and again I opened the door for her. This time she just climbed right in and flashed everything at me. She grinned from ear to ear, "Is that not what you wanted to see?" I shut the door and went to the other side. Once in the car she leaned to me and kissed me. "Thanks for lunch Sweetheart that was fun." I started the car and we drove the short distance to the furniture store in the mall. Once again, I was more than happy to open the door for her. She swung one leg out and spread her legs then looked up at me and asked, "Is this what you came over here to see?" grinning from ear to ear. My dick was getting a rush of blood to it and it began to plump up. She reached for my cock and squeezed it. "Seems that you like looking at my naked pussy in the daylight." She said. She then said, "Let's make it a little more interesting as she reached for her blouse and unbuttoned another button. She was now unbuttoned to the point that her cleavage was clearly visible. Apparently, the margaritas were having the affect that I had hoped they would. She added, "After all is showing me off not what this is all about." As we walked hand in hand to the mall you could tell that there was a more confidence in her stride. I glanced over at her to look and her tits were undulating inside her blouse with her new stride. She was showing off and proud to be doing so. We walked into the store and very quickly two salesmen nearly raced to get to us. Jim won out. "Hello, I'm Jim what can we help you two with today?" April responded first, "We would like to look at some new living room furniture." Jim responded enthusiastically, "Great! Do you have a certain color or style in mind?" April responded, "I would like something in a red or dark red fabric and need something with some good size or bulk to it. We are putting it in a large room and do not want it to look tiny." Jim said, "Ok let me show you a couple of sets that I think might fit the bill for you." We followed Jim to a nice looking set of furniture and he said, "Her sit on this one it is one of our best sets." I sat on the loveseat and April pulled her skirt down as she sat so she would not completely show her ass as she sat. When she sat down, I watched Jim and he had his eyes looking intently at April. I looked over at April as she crossed her legs letting her legs slightly drift apart. It was like Sharon Stone in that movie. I knew Jim got a quick glance but albeit quick, he did see her pussy. Jim had a slightly higher pitch to his voice as he asked, "How do you like that one?" April rubbed her hand on the arm and felt the fabric. "The fabric is a little course. I would like something a little more plush so it feels good when I sit on it naked." She responded. I nearly choked at that comment and Jim's eyes opened wide and said, "I have another one that is made of micro suede and is very soft. Why don't we go look at it." He watched April as she uncrossed her legs again giving Jim a flash of smooth pussy. She went to stand up and her skirt had ridden up so much that even I could see her pussy. When she stood up the bottoms of her ass cheeks were visible. I glanced around and there were two other salesmen at this point watching us intently. There eyes opened wide as April stood and reached to pull her skirt down again to cover her ass. My dick was again plumping up from the excitement. Jim then led us to another set that was a dark red suede type fabric and April sat down on it. This time I stood next to Jim so I could get his viewpoint. April looked at us and this time smiling she said, "I like this one it feels good on my naked ass. She then let her legs drift apart as she turned to rub her hand across the fabric. You could easily see her smooth naked pussy and it appeared to be slightly wet. She was not hiding it at all this time. She looked up at me and asked, "What do you think Honey?" I cleared my throat and said, "I love it. All of it!" She smiled at Jim and asked, "Ok Jim what is your bottom dollar for this set?" Jim did not even hesitate and knocked off two hundred dollars. April said, "Great we'll take it." April stood back up again revealing her ass and pussy to all that were watching. As she stood up she bent over slightly and her tits nearly fell out of her shirt. She then pulled her skirt back down. We walked to the counter, paid Jim, and set up delivery arrangements. Jim gave us his card and said, "Please anytime you need some more furniture come in and ask for me. It has been my pleasure to serve you today." I leaned toward him and said, "A pleasure and a turn on right?" He looked like he did not know for sure how to respond and then I winked at him and he said, "Yah that too." We headed out of the store and into the mall. There was a Mexican restaurant about half way down and April said, "I need another margarita how about you?" I responded with, "Sure let's go to the bar and get one." We walked in and asked to sit at the bar. The place was nearly vacant except for the servers and some cooks that were taking a break after the lunch business had ended. This time April climbed right up on the stool and crossed her legs. Her long sexy legs in those red high heels made me want to start at her toes and lick them clear up to her wet little pussy. The bartender came over and asked for our order. April leaned forward to give him our order and her tits nearly fell into plain sight. I watched the bartender's eyes as he looked at her chest when taking our order. I placed my order and he never even took his eyes off April's chest. Our margaritas came and April again made a show of reaching for them. She then motioned for the bartender to come closer as she leaned toward him. I looked at April as she leaned forward and her blouse fell open revealing her beautiful breasts. I looked back at the bartender as his eyes were peering down her shirt. April said, "When these are nearly gone just set us up with another one." She leaned back into her chair and the bartender just stood back and kept looking at her tits visible through her shirt. He then asked, "Are you guys out shopping today?" I responded, "Yes we just left the furniture store and after here we are heading on down the mall to shop for her some clothes." April looked at me and asked, "Have I been a good girl and getting rewarded today?" I replied, "I'm not sure about the good girl part but you need some new clothes don't you?" The bartender kind of laughed and said, "I think she looks great in what she has on." The bartender walked away and left us there. I placed my hand on April's thigh with my little finger resting against her pussy. I started to wiggle my little finger against her and noticed she was wet. I looked at her and asked, "You are apparently enjoying this?" She uncrossed her legs and slightly spread them giving me better access to her pussy. I gently and without much motion continued to let my little finger gently rub between her wet lips. I could feel her clit hardening beneath my finger. I slightly turned my hand so I could slip my finger into her damp folds. She slightly moaned as I pulled it out and continued rubbing my little finger against her now very hard clit. The bartender came back to check on us and I kept massaging April's pussy as he talked to us. He asked April if she was looking forward to shopping and she responded with a sultry voice, "OHHH Yes!" I had inserted a finger back into her pussy just as she was responding. I nearly had to laugh aloud. The bartender stayed and talked and I think he was beginning to know something was going on behind the bar because April had now slid down in her seat. I looked down at her lap and her skirt had ridden up even further. I quickly and nonchalantly glanced around and the cooks were still there. There was no doubt in their minds as to where my hand was and they were getting a good shot of April's ass sitting on the stool. April grabbed my hand and tried pulling it away as she was ready to cum. I did not allow her to pull my hand away and kept on rubbing. I wanted to see her orgasm right there in front of these guys. She is generally a noisy sex partner. She was biting her lower lip, began to jerk, and attempted to cover up her jerking by acting as if she was shifting her seating position. She began laughing to release the pent up pressure instead of her normal moaning and screaming. When I felt her relax, I pulled my hand away from her pussy and she quickly excused herself to the ladies room. However, not before standing up and letting the bartender and the cooks see her naked ass and pussy before she pulled her skirt down. All of us in the restaurant watched as she sexily walked to the restroom. The bartender just looked at me and said, "You my friend are a very lucky man." I smiled at him and said, "Thank-you, I know." I had sat there sipping my margarita for about five minutes and April had not returned. I asked the bartender to watch our drinks and went to check on her. I knocked then slightly opened the door to the ladies room and asked, "April are you ok?" I heard her respond, "What the hell took you so long? Get your ass in here." I walked in and found her sitting in one of the stalls. I stepped in and she immediately reached for my fly. She unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out. She then swallowed it down her throat. My cock immediately sprang to attention. She was pulling and sucking until it had reached a firmness that she knew was enough. She then stood up and turned around. She leaned over the stool with her hands on the wall and demanded, "Fuck Me!" I reached for her skirt and pulled it over her hips to reveal a wet pussy. She was extremely horny and ready. I guided my cock to her pussy and laid the head against her lips and she nearly yelled, "For God's sake Brent FUCK ME!" I pushed past her lips and into her hot, wet pussy. She immediately clamped down on my cock and started pushing on and off it as if she was doing pushups against the wall. I grabbed a hold of her hips and met her thrust for thrust. She was grunting and groaning like a wild animal. We had not had sex this intense for years and had never had sex in a public restroom. I looked down at my wet cock sliding in and out of her pussy and had a surreal moment not able to believe this was happening. The moment quickly dissipated due to the fact that I could feel the cum rising up my shaft and it exploded into April's waiting pussy as she shuddered in an intense orgasm as well. She stopped thrusting and I held onto her hips with my cock buried deep inside of her. We both were breathing heavily and trying to catch our breath after such an intense fuck session. I pulled back and let my still hard cock slid from her pussy. April stood up and said, "What the hell are you doing in the ladies restroom you pervert?" smiling. "Now get out of her while I clean up a bit." She ordered. I pushed my deflating cock back into my pants, zipped up, and turned to leave when April suddenly grabbed me and quickly turned me to give me a deep and passionate kiss. I then left the restroom and headed back to the bar. The bartender had a big grin on his face as I returned. He asked, "Is everything OK?" I smiled and replied, "I have a feeling you already know the answer to that question." He smiled again and said, "Everybody in the building knows the answer to that question." I smiled and sat back down to finish my margarita. April soon came back to the bar and immediately turned red faced as she saw the bartender grinning from ear to ear. She grabbed her glass, downed the last of her margarita, and said, "Let's go I think we have bothered these folks long enough." The bartender replied, "No Ma'am not at all. We have enjoyed your visit. Please come back and see us again." April blushed even more and grinned at the bartender then said, "Thank-You, you have been a gracious host," as she put a ten dollar bill in his tip jar. We turned and headed back into the mall. As soon as we were out of the restaurant, we cracked up laughing. We walked down the mall and April turned into a famous sexy lingerie and clothing shop. She said, "I need to shop for some panties. I seem to have cum still running down my leg," as she smiled at me. She went to the panties and began looking through them for some she liked. She held up one red pair that was nothing more than some string sewn to a piece of triangle shaped cloth. "Do you like these?" she asked. I just nodded yes and headed to the dressing room. I followed her. She stepped in and quickly opened the door. She pulled up her skirt and spun around for me to see them. The cloth in front just covered her pussy and the red string beautifully disappeared between the firm cheeks of her ass. All I could say was, "Hell yes get them." She pulled the tag off them and headed to the counter. She gave the sales clerk the tag and said, "I decided to wear them." The sales clerk smiled and rang them up. She looked at me and said, "I think I'm done shopping why don't we go to Brandon's Place for some drinks and some fun." I replied, "Sure, sounds good to me." Our good friend Brandon Price owned Brandon's Place. We enjoyed going there because it was a small place and people our age visited it. She grabbed my hand and we headed back down the mall. We had been having so much fun I had not paid attention to the guys in the mall. They were all looking at April as we walked past them. Who could blame them as her unrestrained breasts were bouncing with each step that she took. She looked sexy and she knew it. We drove over to Brandon's and went inside. There were about fifty people there, which was an averaged size crowd for the place. We went to the bar to see Brandon. As usual, he was working behind the bar and was glad to see us. I shook his hand and April gave him a hug. Brandon held onto her hand, pushed her back a little, and said, "Damn April you are looking fine tonight." April replied, "Well thank-you kind sir." Brandon then asked, "Do you need a job? You know you could make a lot of money working here especially the way you look tonight." April grinned and said, "Not right now but I will think about it." Brandon said, "Ok you think about it. In the mean time, what do you guys need to drink tonight? The first one is on me." We both ordered margaritas as that is what we started the day with and decided to make that our drink of the day. We found some stools at the bar and made ourselves comfortable. We turned toward the crowd and April's long sexy legs were out for viewing. Guys in the bar were taking notice of the babe with the long legs and the sheer top. The ladies in the bar were either appreciative of her beauty or very jealous of it. April was just chatting with me and friends and either did not notice the affect she was having on the patrons or did and was ignoring it. My question was soon answered as she stood up, turned around to face the bar, and motioned for Brandon to come over. She then leaned over the bar to talk to Brandon. When she did this, her skirt rode up and her ass was visible to everyone watching. My dick got hard at her blatant exhibitionism. There were a few whistles from the room as she continued to flash her ass. I turned to her and listened to her conversation with Brandon. She was talking about nothing important so I knew it was just a ploy to show off her ass. She then leaned further over and was whispering something in his ear. I checked out her ass and now you could see her red clad pussy and the little string disappearing between those beautiful globes of flesh. My dick was as hard as it had ever been. She then turned back around and sat on her stool but this time left her legs slightly parted so with the right angle you could see her red covered pussy. Brandon brought us another round of drinks and April quickly started to drink hers. I leaned to her and asked, "Are you having a good time and enjoying yourself tonight?" She smiled and asked back, "Why? Did you like also like looking at my ass in these panties?" I grabbed her hand and put it on my lap. She smiled and replied, "I guess you do." I again asked, "Are you enjoying yourself tonight?" She smiled and said, "OK! OK! You win. Yes I am having a great time and loving every minute of it." She then laughed and leaned forward in her stool and although I could not see clearly, I know the people in the bar could see her firm, large breasts hanging inside her shirt. Brandon walked over and asked me, "Buddy, my help did not show up tonight and I'm getting slammed. Would you mind helping me for a minute behind the bar?" I jumped up and said, "You bet!" I had helped him before and actually had a good time behind the bar. I did not know how to mix all of the drinks but I could handle the beer so I jumped right in. I kept an eye on April as she continued to flash her body and was getting more and more brazen with each sip of her margarita. The bar was now packed and Brandon's help still had not shown up. It was nearly standing room only. I went to April and said, "Honey it is time for your interview. Can you give us a hand out on the floor getting orders and bringing up empty glasses?" She stood up and said, "Aye, Aye Sir I'll get right on it." She immediately jumped out on the floor and started gathering up dirty glasses and ashtrays. This gave her even more opportunities to bend over showing off her cute ass and her huge tits. I watched her as she bent down in front of the guys. Their eyes were looking at her tits. When she bent over and her ass was showing under her skirt the guys behind her made lewd bodily movements. Some of them flicked their tongues at her ass, some of them made hunching motions in her direction. Every time she would come back to the bar, she had to rub against people to get through. Each trip to the bar she also took another drink from her margarita. I noticed on her trips to the bar that there were more and more bills stuck in the waistband of her skirt. I asked her if she was having fun. She turned to me with a big smile, "I'm having the time of my life and never thought it would be so much fun to tease these guys. Look at the money I'm making!" as she looked down at her waist. "So without a doubt you would say that you have lost the bet?" I asked her. "Without a doubt I was wrong and I'm having a great time." She responded. "Do you remember the terms of our little wager?" as I looked into her eyes. She suddenly got demure, "Yes." I smiled and then said, "Now!" She got a shocked look on her face, "Right NOW?" "Yes, right now." I responded. Even in her inebriated state, she suddenly got very shy. "Brent why right now? I thought when the bet was made you meant when we were at home alone." She quizzed. "That was not part of the deal was it?" I responded. She stood there with a deep thought process going on in her mind and suddenly, "Damn it is HOT! In here." She unbuttoned her shirt and peeled it off. She was standing in a crowded bar topless. The whistles and hollering started. I said, "The rest of it too." She got wide-eyed, "Can I at least keep my panties on?" "Alright, since they cover very little anyway. You also are going to need a place to stuff bills." I let her off the hook on completely nude. "Damn I'm still hot" as she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. The crowd was now really getting wild. Hollers from the bar were, "Waitress I need a beer, Waitress I need a drink!" April looked at me and said, "Sounds like I better get to work!" She strutted her sexy body right out into the throng of people. The first table she walked up to she bent over to get their order and one of the guys put his hand on her ass. She quickly stood up and pulled his hand from her ass, "No groping the waitress please." She went to the next table and got their order as the guys admired every inch of her body. I then had to get busy with customers at the bar and lost track of April for a moment. I saw her again at the bar getting drinks. She said, "Damn I think I have had nearly every inch of my body pinched or fondled in just the last few minutes." She got her orders and went back out onto the floor. I again was busy helping customers at the bar when she came back up. Her string panties were loaded with so many bills it looked like lace around her. She even had a few of them tucked inside the cloth covering her pussy. Noticing the bills, I also noted a small wet spot on the fabric. I asked her, "Looks like a few of them got inventive on where to put their tips?" She smiled and replied, "Oh yah, they made sure they tucked it in there well too." She pulled some of the bills from her string waistband and from her panty covered pussy. "Here will you keep some of this back there? I need more room for more money." She was on an exhilarating high from the tone of her voice. She got her drinks and back out onto the floor. The next time I looked up, she was posing for some pictures with guys all around her. One of them had his hand on her tit. Another had his hand on her pussy and I am sure several of them had a handful of her sweet ass. Watching the scene made my dick begin to get hard. Brandon said to me, "Damn Brent I don't know why you guys are doing this but this is probably the best night I have had since opening the bar." I told Brandon, "April and I had a little bet and she lost." Brandon smiled and said, "Well Buddy you are one lucky man. I have to admit I have wondered what April looked like naked and I'm not disappointed." I nodded and replied, "Yes Sir I'm definitely a very lucky man." I watched April flirting and moving hands from her body as she tried to maneuver through the bar. She came back up to the bar and said, "I hope you like red marks and bruises on me because by the end of tonight I will be covered in them." She pulled another wad of money from her waist and handed it to me. The evening continued with April posing for pictures and fighting off the advances being made toward her. I got through the night without completely embarrassing myself. It was hard not to have a hard on all night. It seemed like the night had flown by when Brandon made last call. One more round through the crowd and everyone wanted another feel of April's body. The wet spot in front of her panties had grown noticeably and several comments were made to her about fucking or going home with them tonight. I heard several comments of after closing going with a group of guys to continue the party. They were all delightfully declined. We got everyone out of the bar, all that was left was Brandon, April, and I. April sat down on a stool and pulled the bills from her panties. She then stood up and asked, "Brent can I see you in the office for a moment?" I looked at Brandon and he nodded his approval. I followed April's red ass to the office. Once there I asked, "Do you realize you have hand prints on your ...." I did not get to finish as she literally attacked me by sliding her tongue down my throat. We kissed and she then turned around, pulled her panties off and said, "FUCK ME NOW MISTER!" I unzipped my fly, pulled out my hard cock, and drove it into her pussy. She was sopping wet as I slid in with ease. There was a mirror on one wall and I watched us fucking. Her big tits were swinging with each trust and I could see my cock sliding in and out of her. She quickly began to groan and I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock, which caused me to unload into her. She was nearly screaming as we came at the same time. We both nearly collapsed on the desk from the intense orgasms. April stood up and my cock fell from her. She reached for her panties and slid them back on. We left the office and back out to Brandon who had a big smile on his face, "You two are great!" We helped him cleanup the bar and about 3:30 am, we were done. April looked at Brandon, "Would it be alright if we did this again some night?" Brandon replied, "Hell yes. Anytime you want to. I had a great night and the scenery was great also." We said our goodnights and headed out the door. I had gotten so used to April being nearly naked I just noticed she was still naked as we headed to the car. I said, "A little overexposed for public aren't you?" She smiled and replied, "It's 3:30 in the morning. Who is going to be out at this hour?" We got in the car and April almost immediately went to sleep. I drove us home glancing over from time to time to admire her beautiful naked body as the streetlights illuminated the interior of the car. I was thinking, "I truly am a very lucky man!"

Sarah's Secret Desires byDreamsOfExposure© __ Chapter I - Initiation Erika is a mid-twenties, sporty student girl. She's got reasonable sizes, though she's a little short. A little shy and innocent, she's been dreaming of running around naked since she was a little girl and the thought of getting caught turns her on. She's never gone ahead and done it, though, too terrified of the potential consequences.  Today she's doing a dare, for her friends Sarah and Jennifer. Last weekend they divulged to one-another their deepest sexual desires.  Jennifer was fairly straightforward and expressed she'd always wanted to experiment with another woman. Sarah, on the other hand, is heavily into BDSM and being the dominant partner in a sexual relationship. Obviously, Erika revealed her exhibitionist desires. Part of the fun was they'd have to play it out somehow. It was going to be relatively innocent and they started with Jennifer.  On Saturday, after having had unreasonable amounts of alcohol, the three of them agreed that Jennifer was to ask the hottest girl in the club to make out with her. If she bailed, she'd pay the two other girl's drinks. If she got rejected she'd have to go again until she landed a willing girl. Things went surprisingly easy and Erika suspected Jennifer had set them up because no more than a minute after leaving their table to find a target, she was making out with a smoking hot blonde on the dancing floor. Sarah seemed suspicious as well, but didn't say anything. After all, they hadn't made any rules. On Sunday they went ahead to do exactly that, and the next dare was for Erika. Erika had a routine of jogging around a lake near her neighborhood every evening. She had argued valiantly that they should go through with it somewhere else because if something happened she might never be able to run around the lake again. However, Jennifer and Sarah had insisted they'd make sure it was all innocent fun and nothing scarring would come of it. It was just games, pointing to the fact Erika was into the fear of being exposed in public and not the actual act of being exposed. Erika had finally agreed, reluctantly.  Jennifer and Sarah had spent the rest of the week putting together an appropriate outfit for the event. Erika took her time to prepare for the worst, she had settled to shave her nethers concluding that if she were to be completely naked in a park, running, it would be impossible for anyone to see any humiliating details if she was cleanly shaven.  Then she timed her lap around the lake to figure out how long it would take, on the way taking note of escape routes where she could hide if things got out of hand.  There was a small trail about halfway through the course that took her straight up a steep climb to an abandoned cottage. She decided that in the morning of the event she'd run up there and leave a set of clothes in a bag hidden away behind the door. There was no way she would be able to make it from the lake to her third floor apartment in the city without being noticed, so she'd definitely need to cover up somehow if she ended up exposed.  Planning the whole ordeal and thinking about the risks got her all worked up and the last evening prior was spent with both hands deep in her pants reading stories online about embarrassed nude females. Saturday would be glorious, oh how eager she was. __ Chapter II - The Plan The plan was simple, Sarah designed it for the most part. Erika was to wear a light outfit. An already worn sports bra which would rip across the middle of her chest with the slightest pull, though it should hold strong while running and bouncing, was the goal of the game. If everything played out according to plan, a helpful stranger would grab at a thread extending behind Erika with a note saying 'please pull me', resulting in the bra ripping at the middle and with a bit of luck, if helpful stranger held on to the thread, slide right down her arms and away from her body. If it remained on her body, it would still open up exposing her delicate breasts to any onlookers.  From the beginning, though, Erika would wear a tight button-up shirt over the sports bra. The uppermost buttons were almost guaranteed to pop by themselves after just a few hundred yards, but they weren't sure. Jennifer expressed she'd hope for them to stay on through the lap, that way nobody would see the thread either and all would end with just the thrill.  For Erika's lower body, she was wearing a thong and a rather short skirt. Sarah had insisted, but Erika thought this was more embarrassing than the concept of losing all her upper body attire in itself. However, after some thought, the lower body clothes seemed normal enough, and there were no strings attached. After all, it was never the plan to completely expose Erika - though she had prepared for that, and secretly the thought of people seeing her run around in just a black thong was extremely exciting.  While she was running, Jennifer would be on her bike somewhere ahead, just in range so they could see each other and Jennifer could come around to help if something unexpected were to happen. Sarah would be jogging about a hundred yards behind Erika to monitor the situation. Because the idea was to be left at mercy of the patrons in the park, Erika had to subtly encourage people to mess with her outfit so that she would be exposed. If she lost her shirt, she would leave it on the ground. If she covered up or attempted to fix her outfit she'd have to do it all over again. Truth be told, though, Erika fancied the idea of having to do this as a routine once every weekend, for the thrill of it, and as such she was completely in tune with the rules: 1. Erika is to make a single run around the lake, the game starts from the bridge and ends when Erika returns to the bridge from the other side. 2. Erika must leave her attire alone, not attempting to keep it together nor taking it off purposefully. Erika is at the complete mercy of strangers. 3. If by chance Erika is asked what she's doing, or why she is in a state of undress, she is to inform whoever's asking that this is a dare in which she is required to run around the lake without attempting to keep her clothes on, and if they are removed it would ultimately be at the hands of strangers - to which she cannot protest. 4. Panicking because of total exposure is permitted and Jennifer will hand Erika a coat to cover up for the rest of the round. However, panicking or otherwise straying from the route with more than one disposable garment remaining is against the rules and will be punished appropriately. 5. Bailing is considered the same as panicking and will be dealt with accordingly. __ Chapter III - Showtime All three girls were now gathered at the bridge in the south end of the lake. This was the start and finish of the route. Sarah made a final check on the clothes and made sure the buttons of the shirt were ready to burst.  Jennifer started ahead and as she made the necessary distance, Sarah sent Erika on her way with a firm slap on her ass. Erika didn't notice that the gesture was to attach a sticker to her skirt reading 'please remove my shirt' in large enough red letters someone would notice coming up behind her.  The first few minutes were otherwise uneventful, Erika could hear the fabric of her shirt straining against the constant movement of her upper body and the sports bra felt like it would tear on its own because it certainly wasn't keeping her rebellious tits in place. They were just around a bend when the first shirt button popped followed by a second in rapid succession. Erika thought they'd all go in one which would leave her in an open shirt for five miles, but the third button seemed to resist just barely. The bottom three buttons were left open from the beginning leaving her with three remaining. The shirt widened slightly, revealing her chest area, though her cleavage was still carefully concealed by the sports bra.  She could hear the light footsteps of a fellow runner behind her, presumably female. She seemed to have evened out her speed so as to keep the distance constant. Jennifer was far ahead on the path having stopped at a bend to look back and oversee the predicament of her friend. Nothing special yet, though, Erika thought. They made it another minute almost, before the runner in the back accelerated and made it all the way up to the side of Erika. It was a woman, probably in her thirties. She was fit, wearing a professional looking training suit.  She coughed lightly to catch Erika's attention. "What's with the sticker?" she asked. Oblivious to what she could possibly mean, Erika simply lifted her eyebrows in a questioning gesture. "There's a sticker, on your skirt, don't you know?"  "No, I didn't know, what does it say?"  "Why don't you take it off and find out?"  Erika started moving her hand around to her back when she stopped abruptly, remembering the rules. She straightened back up and cleared her throat. "I can't."  "You can't reach it?" the woman chuckled.  "No, I mean I'm not allowed to."  "So you do know there's a sticker."  "No! I'm not allowed to touch my outfit. It's a dare. Could you please tell me what it says?" Erika was getting a little upset now, she hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary with her skirt. Then again, she hadn't paid much attention to it, nothing was supposed to happen with it. "No, I don't think I will. What kind of dare?" the woman asked, seemingly intrigued.  "I, ehm. I'm to run around the lake, like I usually do. But if something were to happen to my clothes, I have to let it happen and proceed as normal."  Explaining the concept was more embarrassing than she'd thought initially and she felt her nipples stiffen a little under her tight clothing. This was just enough for another button to pop. "Oh! Is your shirt falling apart?"  "Y-yes, it's.. a little too tight."  "Why would you wear such a tight shirt running in the park? Are you some kind of slut?" the woman inquired, her judgmental tone made Erika feel small and she just nodded softly, hoping the woman would move along already and leave her alone. "So what happens when the last button falls off? You can't even hold it together?" Erika shook her head and then she tried to increase the pace to gain a little distance. She could hear the woman laughing to herself in the background, but luckily it faded and Erika figured the torment was over. Another button popped. __ Chapter IV - Wicked Sarah With only one button left holding Erika's shirt together, it started slowly sliding down her shoulders. It would only be a matter of time before she was forced to stop moving her arms. Remembering the rules, she figured putting pressure on the shirt to either push it up her shoulders or rip the last button off would count as a rule break and she had no intention of breaking them. Worst case scenario she'd rip the button herself and her friends would taunt her to no end for her sluttiness. It was starting to be rather uncomfortable, though.  In the back, Sarah had observed the little conversation between Erika and the other woman, but without having heard anything she couldn't tell what was going on. However, seeing as they'd parted without further event, Sarah decided she'd have to spruce things up a little. They were almost one fourth around the lake and Erika still hadn't lost a piece of clothing. This wasn't how Sarah had wanted it.  A couple of younger guys were coming in from a trail in the woods and she decided to run up to them. "Hey you," she started as both guys looked around trying to figure out who was talking and if she was addressing them, as one of them caught eye contact she continued, "yeah, you, handsome one." The guy blushed a little and his friend joined the conversation.  "Now, now miss, I am definitely the handsome one here." Sarah gave him a dismissive look and returned to her target who was frozen and locked on to her chest. "Listen, see that woman in the red shirt up ahead?"  Both guys turned to look and nodded, self-proclaimed handsome guy lingered on the distant woman's figure.  "Yes, ma'am, I see her," the spellbound lad confirmed.  "She and I are doing a dare. You see, she loves being naked in front of strangers," this caught the other guy's attention and he quickly turned around to listen more carefully, "but nobody seems to be able to help. The dare is she's to run all the way around the lake without stopping people from playing with her clothes. I'm not supposed to encourage people to strip her, though, so you can't let her know you're in on the game."  The two lads nodded in unison and eyed Erika in the distance once more.  "So here's what I want you two to do: she has a sticker on her skirt asking people to remove her shirt, but she doesn't know it's there because she can't touch her clothes. The point of this game is for her to lose some clothes so it's really boring and we're almost all the way around already! Think you could run up there and help her? She'd love it even if she won't admit it, I promise." Sarah gave them a wink before slowing down behind them to give them time to consider. Soon, the two guys were speeding up ever so slightly. Erika could hear footsteps approaching and figured there were at least two people coming up behind her. Her shirt had fallen all the way to her elbows and was restraining her arm's movement entirely, leaving her sports bra in the open and her breasts heaving noticeably beneath. It was a modest looking sports bra, though, and it could easily be worn as her only form of upper body clothing in a gym. Out here in the park it felt a little inappropriate, and more importantly chilly. It wasn't exactly a hot summer evening, and she was surprised how many people were actually out by the lake grilling. But no swimmers.  Her train of thought was interrupted when Mr. Handsome and his shy friend came up to her side informing her of a peculiar sticker at her back. She asked again, acting as if they were the first ones to notice, to which Handsome responded: "Oh, it just reads 'Grope Me, I'm Horny'," to which Shy, lingering in the back, reacted by exchanging concerned looks with his friend, but he remained silent as Erika tried to clear things up. "Listen, I didn't put that sticker there, could you please take it off?" Shy, in the back, was quick to reach for it and tore it off before his friend could protest. Slightly enraged, Mr. Handsome inquired if he could grope her once, anyway, just so he got something in return for helping her out. "P-please no, I-" Erika stammered, knowing full well she wasn't allowed to stop him.  Dismissing her insecure resistance he went ahead and grabbed her right tit anyway and squeezed it lightly. Erika's cheeks burned red and she looked away shyly, even if she had been allowed to, she knew with herself that she wouldn't have been able to hit him or push him away anyway.  Before she knew it, she heard a loud clap behind her and then felt the sting itself spreading across her shaking derriere. It was quickly followed up with demeaning comments telling her what a good girl she was. The two guys passed her, the shy one looking back at her quickly, seeking forgiveness.  The ordeal had damaged her sports bra enough for it to start ripping open just as the guy started turning his head back forward. She thought she'd be lucky enough for them both to not notice, but as her leg landed there was an audible rip and all of a sudden she felt fresh air brushing up between and around her soft fleshy mounds testing their new freedom. Both lads turned around with a pleasant gasp as they were treated to the glorious sight of Erika's bouncing, naked breasts.  She had clear tan lines indicating her modest choice of beachwear defying everything Sarah had told them about her daring nature, but even so the two guys could not help themselves. They stopped in their tracks and stared in wonder as the now very pale young lady passed between them, eyes shut and arms tucked close to her ribs because of the tight red shirt restraining her. On her skirt, the sticker firmly reapplied encouraging people to indeed help her out of her shirt - it seemed rather reasonable now, considering the trouble it caused her, even if a normal human being would've solved the predicament rather easily. __ Chapter V - Strong Women It had almost been a mile now of running with her arms practically tied to her slim waist by her shirt, the sports bra had managed to remain attached to her shoulders thanks to the lack of arm movement, but the loose, stretchy fabric made no effort any more to satisfy her modesty. Jennifer was a little worried up there in the front, imagining how she would've felt being exposed like that in a public place. Certainly she would've run into the woods long ago, hiding behind a tree trying to come up with a solution. Thankfully, beyond the two guys who'd witnessed the opening act, nobody had been close to Erika for the time being, only a few shocked onlookers at a distance shouting foul names and turning their children away. Sarah was too far in the back for Jennifer to know what she was doing, but she figured she'd be upholding her end of the deal as well, and the plan had all along been for Erika to show her fair-skinned wares.  Jennifer's mind wandered back to Saturday, to her dare, and how she'd gotten away with kissing Mathilda, a friend of hers since elementary, because neither Sarah nor Erika had met her before. Easy way out, she had thought planning it with Mathilda over the phone beforehand. She had coaxed Erika into suggesting they'd do it there, in the bar on Saturday, knowing Mathilda would be around as arranged. It had all worked out so smoothly, until Mathilda refused to let her go, prolonging the kiss.  Jennifer had savoured every moment, though, not only enjoying finally getting to kiss a girl, but doing it with her closest friend whom she had admired for so long, knowing Mathilda was the one making it last. She had suggested for Mathilda to meet tonight, so they could talk more about it, just the thought of what she might be able to talk her friend into turned her on.  Reality threw Jennifer out of her daydream, as a relatively large woman came running out of the park to the left, quickly approaching Erika who seemed oblivious to the incoming missile. Finally she screamed "WHORE!" as she lunged at Erika sending them both crashing to the ground.  Erika had been minding her own business, trying to figure out a way to make the last button pop so that her arms would finally be free again. It was getting really uncomfortable and even if she weren't allowed to cover up her chest she's feel a lot less exposed knowing her arms were free. Her nipples remained erect as the commentators from the side continued to harass her, just knowing people had noticed her nakedness was enough to make her mouth water and her mind wander with ideas as to how she could be abused by these people. She had been interrupted in the middle of picturing various forms of unorthodox penetration equipment when this powerful woman had come at her from the side. They had landed in a rather soft patch of grass, but the woman was on top of her and the shirt had ripped open finally. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, filthy whore?!" the woman shouted at her, face to face. Erika could feel the blood pulsing through the woman's veins as she locked her hands around Erika's arms. There was no need to reply as the woman quickly shifted their positions around, rolling Erika over so she laid face down and then sitting down on her back, one leg to either side of Erika's body. She grabbed both of Erika's arms again and pulled them behind her, forcing her breasts into the ground. Erika yelped in pain, but the woman seemed relentless. In the distance they could hear Sarah yelling something, coming closer, but she was too far out right now to do anything.  Meanwhile in the other end, Jennifer was watching the action, stunned by the brutality of it all, reluctant to expose herself to danger. The woman tried to tuck the red shirt together and gag Erika with it, but it had little effect so she tossed it away and started grabbing at the straps of the sports bra, evaluating their usefulness.  A moment later Erika found her arms tied behind her back tightly. Luckily, Sarah had finally closed the distance and was trying to push the woman off Erika's back, explaining they were playing a game of dares and that it was just for fun. Jennifer, noticing Sarah intervening, mustered the will to move as well and quickly made her way to the scene on her bike. Noticing she's outnumbered, the woman let Erika go, arms still tied to her back and shirt loating in the water a few feet away. "You better get your slut girlfriend out of this park this instant or I'm calling the cops, you hear me?" she sneered, staring intently at Sarah while Jennifer helped Erika to her feet. She brushed dirt and grass off her gently.  "We will, there's a trail just down there around the bend that takes us to our hideout and we've got clothes for her there. We will be out of here in a minute, just don't call the cops, please, it was all fun and games. It will never happen again, I promise."  The path Sarah was talking about was the exact same Erika had thought of as a great hideout if things should go bad, and she had left her clothes behind the door of the cottage this morning. Hopefully Sarah wouldn't bring them there and find the clothes, it would be hard to explain if she found them and figured out they were Erika's.  The woman steamed off, back whence she came. Meanwhile, Jennifer had started untying Erika's arms when Sarah interrupted her, "no, don't take them off, the dare is still on. People were allowed to do whatever they wanted to Erika's outfit, remember? Just help her to her feet and return to your position."  Jennifer complied, and secured the knot once more before returning to her bike. Erika looked at her pleadingly, but she had already turned away and didn't return eye contact.  Disappointed it wasn't over yet, and hurting all over from the ambush, Erika starting running again. Her arms at the back was even less comfortable than they were at her sides, but at least it was different, and if Sarah spoke the truth they'd be heading off the public path and up the trail soon enough, that should be the end of it. Jennifer disappeared from view and Sarah's footsteps faded as Erika was once again left practically alone in her nudity.  Now that her shirt was gone, the thong had exposed itself above the waistband of her white skirt, which itself had been pushed down quite a bit in the albeit short wrestle. Erika never would've worn a thong herself, even if it felt comfortable it bore a notion of wantonness. Alas, there was nothing to be done about it now, not until the game was over, and she was so close to finishing it. It would be satisfying in the end to know that she too managed to go through with the dare, despite it being vastly more embarrassing than Jennifer's, and knowing that the last dare was for Jennifer and Erika to come up with, for Sarah, was just the icing on the cake. It would be difficult coming up with something a domme would be reluctant to do but secretly desired, though. __ Chapter VI - A Familiar Stranger She'd just made it round the bend to the path that lead up to the abandoned cottage when she met Jennifer waiting on the other side. "Erika, there's something I must tell you." Something's up, Erika worried, and stopped, allowing her friend to speak. "This whole thing is Sarah's idea, I want you to know I didn't come up with any of it."  "It's okay, I'm enjoying it quite a bit, actually. Well, I could do without getting wrestled to the ground. But you know." They both smiled and Jennifer loosened up a bit knowing Erika seemed fine with it all.  "I know Sarah told that woman we'd head up the trail, but she and I inspected the route before you got here and we found the cottage." This was unexpected, Erika panicked a little inside, fearing the worst and then it hit her.  "We found your clothes in a bag, I recognised them because you wear them to the gym with me. I told Sarah that I'd want to stash away something to cover up with as well if I were to go through with a dare like yours, and pleaded her to just leave it there. After all, if you went and put it on you'd have to be punished according to the rules, and if you didn't everything would be as normal. But she wouldn't listen."  Erika couldn't believe how thorough her friends had been with this friendly dare and cursed herself for not hiding the clothes in a less obvious location.  "So what do we do, where are my clothes, what's the plan?"  "I don't know! Okay? An-and I don't want to know. I'm leaving, I can't take this, I'm sorry. I wanted to warn you," Jennifer almost broke into tears, but straightened herself and gave her friend a hug before getting on her bike, riding into the distance.  Erika stood still, stupefied, trying to figure out the situation. Finally, she decided that waiting around certainly wasn't part of the dare, and the sooner she'd reach the finish line, the sooner it would be over. With that, she took to her feet again, and left her foiled plan B behind her. Halfway there. Minutes later, light footsteps approach from behind and Erika can't help but think she's heard them before. "Well, well, well.." the woman was just behind her to the right, presumably admiring the alterations to the outfit. "It would seem all your buttons have come undone. Shame really, now there's nothing else threatening to abandon you!" While the woman lost herself in laughter, Erika simply gawked back at her, astonished by how amusing she found her predicament. "You kn-," catching her breath, "you know, I might be able to make this more exciting for you, show-off."  Obviously not allowed to interrupt and terrified of what could happen if Sarah found out she broke the rules, especially after finding out she knew about the hidden clothes, Erika tried to remain unaffected and kept running, hoping the woman, just as before, would simply let her slip away. "Not so fast, slut!" the woman almost yelled before grabbing at Erika's thong forcing her to slow down as the fabric wedged itself deeper into the crevices of her intimates. The woman stopped, impelling Erika to do so as well lest the fragile material tear.  *SNAP*  Sadly too slow to react, not expecting the thong to give in so easily, she is suddenly let loose and stumble to maintain balance as she trips forward.  "Haha, oh my, I think you wanted that to happen, dearie. And guess what, I'm glad it did. Oh how glad I am. Hahaha." Confused as to how easily her clothing could betray her, and surprised to find out the evil intents of her former encounter, Erika gets to her feet and starts fiddling with the thong, rules forgotten in the heat of the moment.  "Hey there," the woman shoots at her before grabbing her hands and moving them away from her body, "don't forget the rules, aren't there rules? Or were you just trying to tempt me into humiliating you?"  "Y-yes, you're right, there are rules. I forgot. Please, let me go." A futile plea, Erika thought, but to her surprise, the woman complies.  "Very well, cutie, just one more thing.." A minute later, allowing the woman to perform her one thing, knowing full well she has to obey either way and motivated by the opportunity she might leave her alone again, Erika finds herself without a thong, just the skirt, her socks and shoes. Whatmore, the remains of her thong have been tied to her skirt's waistband through a new-found hole in the frail fabric. In the other end of the black fabric there's a large water bottle, half full.  Satisfied with her work, the woman sends Erika on her way with another firm slap to the butt, her third so far this evening. Third time's the charm, she thought, starting at the perilous last two miles. __ Chapter VII - The Final Stand Of course, it was obvious what would happen, Erika knew full well what the woman intended with the bottle. The question was how far she'd make it before the inevitable, maybe she'd even make it all the way. The key was to make sure she didn't straighten out her hips too much and that she tried to land softly, allowing the bottle the least possible momentum. She had already made it half a mile without further event, maybe there wasn't enough water in the bottle.  She could sense the female stranger hanging in the back, monitoring her situation. Maybe she was trying to figure out whether Erika was telling the truth about not being allowed to touch her clothing, maybe she just wanted to be there when the skirt fell. Either way, Erika had other things to worry about.  The two lads from earlier were coming up ahead of her. They must've doubled back to meet her, expecting her to run all the way around. They smiled, recognising not her face, but the two white orbs bouncing on her chest with the tantalising reddish brown centers staring back at them invitingly. "Hey-o, missed us?" Mr. Handsome started, reaching out to meet her twins with his eager hands, half-expecting her to just park them right there in his grip. Erika had other thoughts and deftly slid sideways through the two of them, purposefully brushing her tits against the chest of the other guy, Shy, instead, fighting the urge to wink at him. It wasn't a very well thought out escape, though, as she quickly realised she practically handed Handsome the water bottle which he caught immediately and held onto as she spun around shrieking. And so the material tore, not entirely, thankfully, but just enough to state a point.  "You're not running yet, honey," his grin wide enough to connect ear to ear. His friend, shy as ever, just stood there abashed - watching.  "Fuck you!" Erika muttered, who could blame her. This was supposed to be a dare where the worst case scenario was she'd flaunt some unexplored tit-flesh to the unsuspecting populace of a public park. It was quickly turning into something far more humiliating. She regretted not making her way up to the cottage. Even if her clothes weren't there she knew her way through the woods, she could've made her way over the hill and far away. At least she could've hidden for a while, it would've been cold through the night, but she would at least be safe from the ogling eyes of this prick. Moreover, Sarah wouldn't have found her, and deep down she knew Sarah wouldn't bring this up again - she was just caught in the moment, she wouldn't actually hurt her friend's pride this bad.  But that opportunity passed more than a mile back. "Now, now, there's no reason to be upset, you wanted this, didn't you? You're an exhibitionist! You get off on the idea of others seeing you naked - see, your nipples don't lie!"  Shamefully, Erika admitted to herself that she was indeed enjoying her predicament, just a bit. Not enough to just let it play, though. She looked for Sarah, tried to figure out if she was within sight, and then she realised the woman from before was right there, approaching.  "Boys, listen, stripping this fine specimen of her last bit of clothing may be tempting and all, but I for one find it more exciting to watch her struggle with the mental picture of losing it at the hands of nature. That bottle you're holding on to, that's mine."  The two guys obviously hadn't noticed the fourth person in the relatively concealed location between two bends separating the park, and thus the public eyes, from the path. "Listen, why don't you attach your bottle as well, I've been following her for a while now and my bottle isn't enough weight. If you add yours it might help things along. Do that and we can all enjoy the show from safe distance. Nobody will know we took part in causing it. You wouldn't want me turning you in for rape, would you?" She smiles, turning her face to Erika who openly spits towards her face, sadly missing. "All the more reason to enjoy the show, sweetie," the sporty woman taunts, all smug-like. And with that, Mr. Handsome finds his water bottle and starts tying it to the ruined thong to join the woman's, but then an idea crosses his mind. He rushes over to the edge of the water and fills his bottle up completely, returns and grabs the other water bottle and fills that to the brim as well. Shy and Sporty watch as Handsome pulls the drawstring of his shorts out and ties it to the hole in Erika's skirt. Then, attaching the two water bottles to the other end of the long thread, he flips it over Erika's shoulder so that it goes all the way from her right butt cheek and over her shoulders, leaving the bottles hanging together with her breasts.  Realising his mistake, he works the thong out of her skirt and loops it around her left shoulder, under her arm and over the string with the bottles - this way the string won't simply slip down her shoulder and trail after her on the ground, even though that probably would've done the trick too. Pleased with his work, he presents Erika to his two partners in crime. The woman lights up finally realising his plan and silently applauds his ingenuity. His friend, on the other hand, seems rather displeased and out of place. Mirroring Shy's expression, Erika turns and starts to move, submitting to her fate. __ Chapter VIII - Total Exposure Her lower lips glistened with moisture as Erika trodded her last mile, reluctant to run simply because the motion would surely allow the string to slide inch by inch until it lifted her skirt all the way out of the way. It would only take a few inches before the waistband passed her hipbones and her waist got too thin to resist, and as soon as that moment hit, it would slip all the way up to rest under her breasts.  The length of it could maybe hide her front enough while standing, but running it would definitely give way for people to admire her naked womanhood. Of course, at the back it was a different story entirely, as soon as the skirt flew north it would completely expose her shapely butt for all to see.  She couldn't believe how exciting this had turned out to be, despite her reluctance to expose so much flesh. It was almost a relief that it had been at the hands of three, well, technically two strangers and an innocent bystander.  Erika's mind tried to block out the woman and Mr. Handsome, thinking of this as a show for Shy. The group of three were walking in the back, close enough to catch up fast, far enough away to not be with her. Behind them, another woman's footsteps approaches. Sarah.  "Erika! Wow, let me catch up." she shouts, ignoring the tail completely and making her way up to Erika's side. "You've seen better days! Haha, cheer up, there's only a hundred yards left, the bridge is right there."  Sarah reaches under the skirt, experimenting. Surprised she jumps backwards, not expecting neither the lack of underwear nor the wetness she met. "I thou-" she starts, but eying Erika's shoulder she smiles knowingly, "oh, there's your thong. Very well." she bites her lip softly admiring her damsel in distress.  Before Erika can protest, Sarah gives her a hungry kiss and embraces her passionately, holding her tight.  "I love you, Erika. Thank you for being you." Caught in a web of feelings, Erika goes beet red with embarrassment. She's in a public park, the same one she goes to every day, she's wearing only a skirt, which is about to betray her secrets. She has been groped by a stranger who watched her lose her clothing and not cover up. She's been wrestled to the ground and bound by another stranger who accused her of whoredom, before being forced to endure the fear of her friend turning out to be a sadistic bitch after her other friend abandoned her to fate. Then at the whims of an older woman she's been at the brink of complete exposure for the past ten or twenty minutes, and two guys are eagerly awaiting the spectacular event. And now, her friend who she has been terrified of for the longest two miles of her life, who she knows is a domme, has admitted her love towards her.  Erika is at a completely loss of words, let alone action. Aimlessly she just waits in the warm embrace of Sarah, and the inevitable happens. "Time to get this show to a climax, folks," Sarah proudly announces to the audience of three as she lets go of Erika, grabs hold of the drawstring hanging over her shoulder and pulls up the curtains to wild applause. The End..?

Shy Girl by Rose-UK © Hi, this is my first attempt at submitting my experiences to a website, I hope you like the result. Both me and my husband love reading the stories on this site and deciding which are real and which are fictional, I can assure you that mine are real. Let me describe myself first, my name is Rose, I am 27, I have long brown hair and dark eyes, I am slim with 34c breasts and I am 5” 6 tall. I have always been interested in sex from the age of seventeen but I had never felt really satisfied with all the boys I had been with. I never considered myself “easy” but I did have plenty of partners from the age of seventeen to about twenty-two. I then met Gary, who is now my husband, and my life changed for the better. Gary was like a breath of fresh air, he enjoyed talking about sex, not just being rude but really discussing it openly and he encouraged me to broaden my horizons. Although he is 12 years older than I am we hit it off immediately and I felt very much at ease with him and he soon convinced me that sex was to be really enjoyed not just a way of gaining an orgasm. Although I was already sexually active I had never really done anything even slightly kinky or risky but that was soon to change. We didn’t actually have sex for the first five weeks and I was beginning to think that he didn’t fancy me and I had contemplated finishing with him as I was getting incredibly frustrated. He then asked me to go to London with him as he had business there, he said his work would last no more than two days but we should go for a week and pamper ourselves. I got time off work and we went down to London and booked into a very plush hotel on Monday morning. The rooms were magnificent and I pampered myself with facials and massages all day as Gary went to his meetings. That night we ate in the hotel restaurant and had a bottle of Champagne which soon had us quite tipsy and we found a quiet corner of the bar as we chatted. It must have been the drink talking but I suddenly found myself asking him if he found me attractive. He looked at me and smiled as he took my hand and lead me back to our room. That night he blew my mind, bringing me to the point of orgasm before slowing down again and again until I was begging him to make me cum. When I finally did it was magnificent, I screamed out loud until it subsided and then he held me for a few minutes before going down on me. No guy had ever performed cunnilingus on me before and I was a little apprehensive until his tongue made contact with my pussy and sent incredible sensations through my body. He soon brought me to orgasm again as he found my clitoris and I had to hold onto the bed for fear of falling off. We finished with me wanking Gary off onto my tits as I fondled his balls. He produced gallons of cum and we showered together before falling asleep in the big King size bed. I spent the next day in the hotel gym and seeing some of the sights before Gary returned back from his last meeting of the trip and we went for a bite to eat. Later that evening as we sat talking in a quiet bar we discussed the previous night and I told Gary how marvellous it had been and he thanked me for a great evening. I felt a bit embarrassed talking about it but Gary soon got me to talk about my likes and dislikes. He seemed surprised when I told him that he was the first guy to perform oral sex on me and we discovered that I really was very inexperienced in sex, not on the numbers of partners, just on the variety and experiences. Gary asked me about my fantasies and I became shy, telling him I didn’t really have any. He didn’t believe me and encouraged me to talk about it. Another drink helped and I eventually confessed that I got really turned on when guys looked at me sexually and I sometimes masturbated over the thought of them thinking about me. He was very intrigued about this and asked how often I played with myself, and I told him I did it quite often, maybe two or three times a week. He asked if I had ever let anyone watch me do it and I looked shocked and said that I hadn’t but he replied that it was quite normal and nothing to be ashamed of. He could see I was a little shy so he didn’t press the subject and we changed the subject. We eventually got round to talking about clothes and I confessed that I had never really tried wearing sexy clothes and that it was something I would like to try. Gary picked up on this straight away and asked what sort of clothes I would like to wear. I said that I didn’t really have any sexy underwear and I loved the clothes that girls wore at nightclubs but I would never have the confidence to try. Gary told me that I had a wonderful body and that I should be proud of it and again I blushed. That night in bed we again made passionate love and he fucked me from behind which is by far my favourite position, I love feeling him deep inside my pussy, slowly sliding in and out of me as he holds onto my waist. After he had cum inside me I was still horny and felt a little naughty, so thinking about our earlier conversation I took a deep breath, threw the bedclothes off and started to touch myself. Gary was watching intently as I played with my hardening nipples and gently stroked my pussy lips. It felt good and knowing that Gary was staring at me made it even better. I felt very dirty but was loving every minute of it. I slowly slipped a finger inside me as Gary inched closer so he could have a better look. My nipples were incredibly hard now and I was breathing very heavily as I rubbed myself harder and faster. I soon had two fingers deep inside me as my other hand gently touched my throbbing clit and I soon came violently. I had almost forgotten that Gary was there but when I opened my eyes he was kneeling up frantically stroking his lovely hard long cock. He asked if I would take over and I readily agreed as I grabbed his hot pole and started to pull his foreskin back and forth. It felt wonderful and I suddenly had the urge to do something I had never done before, suck it. I knelt at the side of the bed and started to lick his big purple plumb like helmet. I had already confessed to Gary that I had never sucked cock before and he now said that I didn’t have to do it but I could tell he badly wanted me to continue. I carried on licking him and eventually took his tip in my mouth, my lips gently sucking him. By the noises he was making I knew that I was doing something right and I took more of him in my mouth. It tasted wonderful and as I licked his shaft and kneaded his balls his cock twitched in my mouth, showing his enjoyment. I was quite gentle at first but as I got more adventurous and I must admit, hornier, I became a bit more aggressive, taking more of him in my mouth and using my tongue and teeth on him. After about ten minutes Gary muttered that he was close to cumming, I wasn’t sure that I wanted him to shoot into my mouth so I carried on rubbing his cock until he shot his load all over my face. It went everywhere, all over my face, neck and hair and I was feeling incredibly dirty. I was so hot that I asked Gary to lick me and he didn’t need asking twice. I came pretty quickly and we cleaned ourselves up and sat in bed holding each other. I told him how sexy I felt asking him to lick me and he said it was a sign that I was feeling more confident in my sexuality. I asked him about his sexual likes and dislikes and he was very open about his sexual preferences. Some of the things he said shocked me, and some baffled me but they all sounded very hot and I found myself wondering why I did not find any of them disgusting. The next morning Gary took me shopping, he said that I should throw out all my underwear and that he would help my pick out some new stuff. I headed for the department stores but he steered me to some more specialist shops that dealt with only lingerie. Some of the stuff we saw was amazing, fantastic designs and materials and he spent a fortune on dozens of items. Some of the stuff was tacky and I kept away from them but some of the stuff was very sexy and skimpy. After that we sought out some outfits for me to wear at night and I got some incredible dresses and tops, Gary kept telling me to be proud of my figure and I was surprised at how much confidence I had found and it reflected in my purchases. That night we had tickets to a show in the West End, We had dinner in a lovely but busy restaurant, along with a bottle of wine, before we went to the show and I was a little tipsy. Before we had gone out I had dressed in my new clothes, in very sexy black knickers, which just covered my pubic hair, and a lovely matching half cup bra which really emphasised my breasts. Over them I wore a shortish black sleeveless dress and black high heels together with stockings and suspenders, something I had never worn before. Gary had wanted to fuck before we left the bedroom but I managed to restrain him, although I was feeling very horny myself as we sat eating desert. Gary kept saying how sexy I looked and touching me up under the table until I was very wet. He then looked me in the eye and told me to take my knickers off. I thought I had misheard him but he repeated it and I laughed at him. He asked me again and I suddenly felt very wicked and smiled at him as I went to the bathroom. I returned a minute or two later and Gary looked intriguingly at me. I opened my bag to show him my knickers and his face lit up. I offered him my fingers to lick and he called me a dirty little slut, as he tasted my pussy juice on them. We where both aching for a fuck now but we had to get to the theatre. As the show progressed, Gary put his hands on my leg and worked his hand underneath it. He got to my stocking tops and soon forced his finger into my hot wet hole, not that I offered any resistance. He played with my clit until I was close to cumming and I had to stop him as I just wanted to scream. I was on fire now and I am sure the couple sat next to us must have smelled my juices, which seemed to be flowing down my thigh. As soon as we opened the bedroom door we were on each other. Fast, hard and furious is the only way to describe our lovemaking that night. We fucked long into the night and I experienced a number of firsts including being tied up by scarves to the bed, being fucked as I was still clothed, being called a whore, slut and dirty bitch and finishing by swallowing Gary’s cum which tasted wonderful. Afterwards Gary was very concerned that he had not gone to far and I assured him that I had not done anything I didn’t want to. I went for a shower and remembering something he had said the previous night I shaved my pubic hair off completely. When he saw it he went wild and threw me onto the bed as he buried his head between my thighs. It felt wonderful to be shaven and the sensations were certainly enhanced because of it. The next day I asked Gary to take me to Soho and I was soon entering my first ever sex shop. It wasn’t at all like I imagined as I looked around the bright clean shop. I noticed another woman in there browsing and it filled me with confidence, as I was a little nervous. I had never looked at porn before and was amazed at the sheer number of books, videos, DVD’s and toys they had. I was soon in my own little world reading the magazines and video covers. We where in for an hour and purchased a couple of videos, a few magazines and two vibrators which looked intriguing. One was a small silver one about five inches long and a larger, black one complete with foreskin and I couldn’t wait to lock the bathroom door and try them out. As soon as we returned to the hotel I left Gary at the bar went to play with my new toys. They were amazing and I was immediately hooked on them as I had three orgasms within the hour. I asked Gary if we could go clubbing and he agreed on the condition that he could pick the outfit I was to wear. I nervously agreed and he smiled as I went for a shower. When I came out he had laid my outfit for the night on the bed with a note to meet him in the hotel bar. He had chosen a white G-string, very short cotton skirt, a tight backless blouse that revealed quite a bit and strappy high heels. I immediately noticed that there was no bra for me to wear and I started to dress feeling very excited. On my way to the bar I got a few stares from guys I passed on the stairs and it made me feel very good, Gary was pleased that I had worn the outfit and after a drink we went straight to the club. Once there I felt great, I got plenty of attention from guys in there and as most of the other girls wear dressed as scantily as I was I felt really comfortable. The feeling of my nipples against the material of my top felt wonderful and my nipples stuck out prominently all night, which hot a few cheeky comments. Gary was not keen on dancing so spent most of the night watching me dance on my own or with a group of girls I met. I was asked by plenty guys if I wanted a dance or drink but I refused all of them. I later told Gary and he said he had no problem with me dancing with other men as he trusted me. The next night we stayed in the hotel with a bottle of wine and I felt so comfortable with Gary that I thought nothing of him watching me with my vibrators. Seeing him get so excited really turned me on and I again swallowed his cum that night. Once we returned back to Manchester our sex life continued unabated and I got used to going out dressed very sexily. I started to wear stockings and suspenders much more, together with short skirts or dresses and loved the attention the outfits gave me. I also went out quite often without any knickers on and one night I felt really dirty and flashed my shaven pussy at Gary as we sat outside a pub having a drink. This really turned him on and I did it more often. We started making love in more unusual places and positions and I found that I love fucking in the open air. One evening as we were fucking in a local park a guy walked past us with his dog. He didn’t see us but the thrill sent me into orgasm and Gary teased me relentlessly for the following few weeks saying how much I enjoyed flashing. I eventually admitted that I had found it very excited so Gary dared me to go with him to the pub wearing a short dress, stockings and no knickers. I was used to this now so I agreed but he said that I must flash at him all night whenever he said so. I agreed and got ready quickly and we drove to a pub a few miles away. The pub was quiet as it was early and we got a table in the garden near the door. He told me to show him my cunt and his dirty talk really turned me on. I lifted my dress and let the cool air roll over my now hot pussy as he watched. After about an hour I had flashed at him about five times and I was also feeling a little drunk. The pub had got busier and Gary told me to sit facing out from the table so I did as I was asked and I was now facing the door to the pub. Gary started to play with my pussy lips and I was really horny when he told me to lift my dress up. I did as I was told and he said that I had to keep it lifted for twenty seconds. I was very excited as anyone could have come out of the pub and seen me but no-one did. I called him a bastard as I laughed but he said that I seemed more than happy to do it and I couldn’t argue. Ten minutes later he told me to do it again and I smiled at him as I readily eased my hem up to show my stocking tops and pussy. This time I was not so lucky and almost immediately a middle aged guy came out, I started to shake with fear but forced myself to stay exposed. Fortunately he was carrying a few drinks and was busy concentrating on them so did not notice me. When he had passed Gary laughed and said my face was bright red, but he said he was proud with the way I had not panicked. Shortly after we walked back to the car and as he opened the door he told me to sit in the car with my legs outside the car, and with them wide open so anyone could see me, for one minute. I sat down, opened my legs and carried on chatting to Gary as if nothing was going on even though my stomach was full of butterflies. After about forty seconds a young guy of about twenty-five walked to his car and almost stopped in his tracks as he saw my pussy. His eyes were wide open as he slowed until he was almost stopped and just stared at my thighs. I could feel myself getting wet as he got closer, I found myself hitching my skirt up a bit more and opening my legs wider to give him a better view. All to soon Gary started the car and I got in as we drove away. Gary was thrilled at what had happened and I was shaking with lust as we sped home. I could not wait and started to finger myself as Gary told me what he wanted to do to me. We fucked in the garden that night knowing that any neighbours could see us but not caring. As we lay in bed I told Gary how much I had enjoyed displaying myself and he said he was amazed at how much I had changed since we first met. He asked if he could have some photos and I said that he could, but he said he wanted some special photos, and I eventually understood him. The idea excited me and I agreed so the next day he bought an instant camera and started to snap away. We soon used all the film and we lay in bed looking at them as we fucked slowly. There were no outrageous ones, just me in various states of undress and playing with my tits but they really turned us both on. We took some more risqué ones over the next few weeks and admired them all regularly. One night after a party at some friends we invited a friend of Gary’s to stay the night. David was a great lad, quite quiet but very funny and I must admit really great looking. Back at ours we had a nightcap and I went to bed shortly. After about twenty minutes Gary came up and sat on the bed with a gleam in his eyes. He said that him and David had started to watch a dirty video and that Gary had told David about our photos. I was a bit annoyed but when he said that David wanted to see them I was horrified but also very excited. Gary laughed when I didn’t speak and asked that he knew I fancied Dave and I blushed as he picked up a bag of photos and left the room. I lay in bed masturbating for half an hour at the thought of David looking at the photos and orgasmed three times. Eventually Gary came back and fucked me twice as he told me how impressed David had been at the pics. The next morning I was to embarrassed to face Dave and didn’t get up until he was gone. Gary told me that David had taken a photo of me with a dildo deep inside my pussy and the thought of him seeing me like that made me demand that Gary fuck me hard from behind which he did. Gary asked me to marry him shortly after that incident and I agreed there and then. Our fucking became more and more intense, I became more confident and my flashing increased enormously as well as experiencing many other outrageous incidents. If you would like to read more of them and believe me they are worth reading then please do contact me and if I get enough replies I will continue writing my experiences. Any comments would be gratefully received. Shy Girl Ch. 02 by Rose-UK © After we got engaged, Gary and myself decided to wait 12 months until just after my 23rd birthday until we got married. Our sex life continued to get better and better and our love grew and grew. I was getting more and more confident sexually and Gary loved it as I took the initiative more and more. I kept my pussy permanently shaved and I can't remember a day passing when Gary did not use his hot wet tongue on me before we fucked long and hard. He continued taking photos of me in various poses and outfits and I loved showing off to the camera and we soon had a large collection of pictures of me which we loved looking at together. One problem was that Gary was not a fantastic photographer and he often complained that the quality of the pictures did not do me justice but there seemed to be little we could do about it. As I mentioned in my first submission, Gary has a thing for me exhibiting myself and it really turns me on to flash my body at people. I continued to do it and every time I did we had great sex that evening. Not long after Gary asked me to marry him we went away for the weekend to York. The weather was fantastic and I took a few tarty outfits which I new would please Gary if I wore them out. On the Friday night I was intentionally taking my time to get ready and Gary said he would meet me in the hotel bar later. As soon as he was gone I shaved my pussy to make sure it was totally smooth and then started to get dressed. I put on a lacy red Wonderbra to emphasise my breasts, a suspender belt, black stockings, black high heels and finished it with a long red dress that was quite tight and went down to my calves. It had two large slits, one each side that went up to my thighs and exposed my stocking tops and suspenders whenever I moved. The dress was also cut quite low showing my tits off to great effect. As soon as Gary saw me he could not keep his hands off me, as we sat and had a drink in the hotel bar he was touching me up and telling me how sexy I looked, he did not know at this point that I was knickerless. We had a few drinks in York and although Gary was eager to get back to the hotel I was loving the effect my outfit had on him and other guys who saw me. I was getting some very lustful looks and it was really turning me on and I could feel my pussy getting wet just thinking about what these guys were saying about me. I got lots of comments about my stockings whenever Gary left me to go to the bar and I told him when he returned and this just turned us both on more and more. Around eleven o'clock I was as desperate as Gary to get back as he had spent about 15 minutes playing with my pussy in a quiet bar we found. We had difficulty finding a cab so decided to walk along the river back to the hotel. It was very quiet and I kept hitching my dress up to show my bare wet pussy to Gary and after a few minutes we couldn't wait any longer. Although we were only 3 or 4 minutes from the hotel we dived on each other. Our tongues wrestled as Gary eased my tits free and played with my hard nipples. I could feel his erection pressing into me groin and I quickly freed it and started to masturbate him. He roughly turned me around and told me to bend over with my hands on the wall as he pushed my dress up over my waist and thrust into me. It felt so good I thought I would explode immediately as his balls slapped against my arse. His hands were still playing with my tits and I soon orgasmed with an intensity I had never experienced. I was shaking as I came down and I new Gary was also close to cumming and I had a sudden urge to take him in my mouth. It was my turn to be rough and I pushed him against the wall as I got down on my haunches and took him into my mouth. He started groaning as my tongue went to work on his gorgeous purple helmet. I took him deeper and deeper in to my mouth as I gently squeezed his balls and he told me he was close to cumming. Just as I got ready to take his jism I heard a loud cheer from above us and I looked to see a small gang of men watching us from a nearby bridge. I think Gary was to far gone to notice them and he let fly all over my face and throat and then he almost collapsed as relief came over him. The men were still watching and I was still feeling horny so I pulled up my dress and played with my pussy as they cheered and shouted disgusting things at me which turned me on more. Gary had now recovered and we almost ran to the hotel so we could fuck furiously. As we went through reception the young guy at the desk looked at me in amusement and for a second I didn't know why until I remembered and with a big grin I said that yes, it was cum all over my face. He blushed and we laughed as we sprinted to our room. We were both feeling truly dirty that night and for the next hour or so I was fucked with a number of dildo's, vibrators as well as bottles and brushes. Gary fucked me all over the room and I was covered in his cum. We finished with the curtains fully open, the light on with me wearing just stockings and heels leaning against the glass as Gary fucked me from behind, unfortunately I don't think anyone saw us. The following evening I wore a different outfit as we were going to a club with some friends of Gary's so I wore some beige heeled knee boots, tiny brown skirt which just covered my arse and so I had to wear something underneath, I decided on a white thong. I chose a very tight halter neck top and no bra, which I new would show my nipples when I was hot later on. Gary loved the outfit and I let him lick my cunt as I lay on the bed until I came on his tongue. We had a great evening and Gary's friends were really nice, David and Gary had been friends since school and David had moved to York about 2 years ago so they spent a long time catching up with each other. I got on really well with David's wife Sharon, who was a little older than me but was very attractive and also liked to dress sexily. She had been born in London but new Manchester very well as her brother lived there and it turned out that he lived only 5 minutes from us. We got to the club about midnight and we were all quite drunk by now. As the night wore on David flirted more and more with me, which I really enjoyed. I new Gary did not mind and he encouraged it as he openly flirted with Sharon. The heat in the club and the sexy talk resulted in my nipples becoming erect and David cheekily mentioned it. Gary and I danced for a while and he told me how sexy I looked and continued telling me everything he wanted to do to me later that night. I was really turned on and could feel my knickers getting damp as we danced. Gary went to sit down and Sharon joined me on the dance floor. A few guys approached us and we danced with them without it going any further than them touching our arses and asking for our numbers, which we declined to give. As the night drew to a close I was chatting with Sharon and we got talking about her brother who she mentioned was a photographer and if she asked him he would do our wedding photos at friend's rates. I got his number and she agreed to contact him. As we got to the hotel I noticed that the same young guy was at reception who was there the previous night and I felt a little embarrassed but also a little playful. He did a double take as he saw me and the outfit that I was wearing, and he smiled at me. As Gary carried on to the room I approached the desk and apologised for my behaviour the night before. He stammered that it was okay and I said that my boyfriend would not be cumming on my face tonight and with that I pulled my top up freeing my tits and said that he would be doing it on these instead. I held my tits up for him to see and he almost feinted, as my nipples grew hard in front of his eyes. I pulled my top down and calmly followed Gary who was oblivious to my actions. I told him straight away and he laughed as I took him in my mouth before he came on my tits shortly after. Over the next few weeks the preparations for the wedding got into full swing but thankfully our passion did not wane. My love of flashing and exhibiting myself grew enormously, partly because I knew that Gary loved me to do it but mainly because I got incredibly hot when I did it. I exposed myself to a lot of men over the following weeks either on nights out or when in the car in the countryside, always when Gary was with me and we always had incredible sex afterwards. One night as I arrived home from work Gary said that someone called Ian had phoned about wedding photos. I reminded Gary that he was Sharon's brother and Gary had said that we had an appointment to see him that weekend. As the weekend arrived Gary became a very excited and even more demanding than usual. On Friday night he asked if I would be prepared to let Ian take some photos of me. I said of course and then realised what he meant. He said that he would love to have some professional photos of me and it would really turn him on for me to do it. Knowing how much Gary wanted me to do it made my mind up but to be truthful the thought excited me tremendously so I agreed. Gary took me out the following morning and we bought a lot of sexy clothes and underwear for the shoot and I asked Gary how he was going to bring the subject up with Ian. He blushed and said that he has discussed it with him when they spoke on the phone a few nights ago. I should have been angry that he had not asked me but I was just to excited to care. That afternoon we drove over to Ian's studio and I had had a couple of large brandy's before we set out. When we met Ian he was not at all what I expected, he was quite a bit older than Sharon, about 45, and a little overweight, but not unattractive. He was really nice and we all got on very well as we discussed our wedding requirements. After about an hour we had decided on our package and agreed a price when Ian asked if we still wanted to do a shoot now. They both looked at me and I was shaking with nerves as I nodded my head. We went through to the studio and Ian was telling me that I was in total control of what we did and that I must not do anything that I was uncomfortable with. This put me at ease a little and I said I was ready to start and Ian showed me to a small dressing room where I took my suitcase to and started to get ready. It took me a while to apply my make up, subtle colours on my eyes and deep red lipstick to finish it off. The first outfit I decided on was a fitted grey pinstripe jacket and skirt with beautiful silk knickers and bra, finished with stockings and heels. As I walked into the studio I felt very nervous but also very sexy. Gary and Ian complemented me on my outfit and I sat on the chair in front of the screen. We decided to do a series of photos of me stripping and I soon had my jacket open flashing my bra and my skirt undone showing knickers and thigh. The poses were very sexy and not too sleazy as I looked at the camera pretending to be shy and coy. A few minutes later I had my jacket and skirt off, Ian stopped taking pictures and asked if I was okay to go on and I said I was. Although I had shown my tits and pussy to dozens of men in the last year or so this was different, I wasn't flashing this time I was posing for a total stranger and I was loving it. I slowly took my bra off as he continued snapping and covered my chest as I threw it to one side. I cupped my tits and looked straight at the camera as I could feel my nipples harden more than they already were. I finally removed my hands and let Ian take a few pics of me in various positions. He said that I should start to take my knickers off and I put my thumbs into the side and started to slip them down. I sat on the chair as I slipped them down to my ankles with my knees brought up to my chest so nothing was visible. I slipped them off to leave me wearing just stockings and heels and stood up with my back to the camera at Ian's suggestion. I looked over my shoulder and blew a kiss at the camera as he got several good shots of my arse. I glanced at Gary who was sat with an obvious erection and he looked very proud as he smiled at me. I soon got the nerve to turn round and I an finally got some pictures of my pussy and for the last one I spread my legs wide and he got a great shot of my wet lips. He asked if I wanted to change into something else and I was eager to do so. I went back and changed into a black corset, black leather gloves and thigh boots. When I came out Ian was astonished at my choice and was more than ready to start. He took a few pics of me as my tits popped out of the corset and I played with the nipples for him. I was not wearing any knickers and he got me to pose with my legs spread in many positions. He asked if I wanted to go further and I asked what he meant, he said he would love to take some shots of me touching myself and using toys on myself and I saw Gary nod as I looked at him. It felt so dirty to do it but I agreed as I went to my bag and got a dildo out. We took some shots of me holding the dildo and staring at it, bemused, before I put it to my mouth and put the end of my tongue on the tip of the dildo. It was a flesh coloured one with a realistic foreskin which Gary had bought for me a month or two earlier and had quickly become my favourite. I was soon sucking the dildo and could see that Gary was becoming more worked up as I played up to the camera. Without prompting I slid the dildo over my thighs and to the entrance of my pussy and I heard Ian telling me he loved it and that I looked fantastic. I could not resist any more and eventually pushed the big head inside me as Ian almost gagged on what he could see. It felt great to be using the toy on me as a complete stranger watched me doing it. I really needed to touch my clit now and my free hand started to rub it furiously until I orgasmed violently. Ian said that what he had seen was incredible and that he had a few shots left yet, and he looked over to Gary and asked him if he wanted to join me on the set. Gary seemed a little hesitant but I told him that I really needed filling by him. He quickly got undressed and joined me and it was not long before he was buried deep inside me as I was on all fours and I had my dildo in my mouth. The last couple of pics were of me sat on the chair with the dildo inside my pussy and Ian stood in front with his cock in front of my face as I licked the last remnants of his cum off his cock. I had had three orgasms and felt truly satisfied as I got dressed into my normal clothes and I could hear Gary and Ian chatting as they settled the bill. When I came out to meet them Gary said that Ian had a request and I asked what it was. Ian looked a little shy so Gary said that Ian belonged to a camera club who were always on the lookout for female models, and he wandered if you were interested. I must have looked shocked as Ian blurted out that it was only nude and not as rude as the stuff we had done today. I must admit the thought of displaying myself to group of men shocked me until Gary said that he had said I would not mind. Knowing that he was all for it made me want to do it and I realised at that moment that I was becoming more subservient to him. I agreed straight away and Ian said he would arrange it and get in touch. Over the next few weeks we waited eagerly for Ian to ring to say the photos were ready and for him to give us details of the camera club shoot. Gary asked me repeatedly if I was okay with it and I told him that I was getting more excited every day just thinking about it. Ian eventually rang and arranged to come round with the photos and we fucked hard in anticipation that afternoon. The pics were absolutely incredible, they looked so much better than the ones we had tried ourselves and I must admit I was shocked at how far I had gone but it also turned me on. After we had spent a while looking at them, Ian asked if I was still keen on doing the camera club and when I said yes he looked really pleased. He said that the next meeting was the following Saturday and he gave me the address of it and said that I was already booked. I asked if Gary could come along and he said that was fine which put my mind at ease a little. I was insatiable for the rest of the week and every time I thought about Saturday or Gary mentioned it I felt a burning sensation deep inside my pussy which had to be satisfied. Two or three days before the event I had a morning off work and after doing some housework I decided to have a long soak in the bath. Before I got in Gary rang to say he had forgotten something and was popping home to pick it up and I said I would se him later. Twenty minutes later as I was gently touching myself the doorbell rang and I cursed Gary for not having his key as I put a towel around myself and went downstairs. I was feeling a bit naughty and decided to give him a thrill so as I opened the door I dropped my towel and his behind the door to surprise him. He did not enter immediately so I told him to come in, but to my horror it was not Gary but David, another friend of Gary's, and for a few seconds he had a great view of my naked body. I froze before I yanked the towel from the floor and covered what I could of my body. David looked as shocked as I did and apologised as he took in my wet body. I was panicking and could not get the towel to cover all my bits so my tits were on display for a good 20 seconds before I sorted myself out. David explained that he was just dropping off a book for Gary so I took it and he left. Although I had displayed myself to many, many guys recently I had never done it to anyone that we knew I was very embarrassed as I went back upstairs. After the shock had worn off I must admit I lay on the bed and masturbated until I came on my fingers thinking of David looking at me. Gary turned up about an hour later and I told him what had happened. He replied that David had phoned him to apologise and after David had told him it was a pure accident, Gary told him that it was okay and not to worry. He then said that David had joked that I had a tremendous body and a cute bald cunt and Gary laughed as I blushed. We were both very horny by now and we had a quickie on the stairs finishing with Gary cumming on my face as I fingered myself to orgasm. Eventually Saturday arrived and I was horny all day until we set off for the venue when I became very nervous. Gary put me at ease by saying he was very proud of me, and that I could pull out at any time. We arrived at the venue that turned out to be someone's house and knocked on the door. Ian opened the door and let us in as he introduced us to the other members present. There were 7 other men ranging in ages from 35 to about 65 and luckily I did not recognise any of them except Ian. I had brought a selection of outfits and asked which one they wanted me to wear and after looking at what I had they settled, rather surprisingly, on a pair of tight black jeans, blouse and heels. I went off to get changed and Ian followed saying that I was expected to go no further than agreed which was to be nude, and that I was not expected to do any touching or anything to blue. When I came out I stood on the makeshift stage as they adjusted the lighting and loaded their cameras. I had decided to wear a basque under the blouse and lacy knickers, which I hoped they would appreciate. Gary sat at the back of then room watching as they asked me to pose in various positions. I was not asked to take anything off for about 15 minutes and was soon getting used to the lights and camera flashes. I was then asked to undo a few buttons of the blouse and the posed became a little more risqué. It soon became clear that I was wearing a basque and it seemed to go down well as I got a lot of appreciative comments. My blouse was soon discarded and my heels were off as I undid the buttons on the jeans. I found myself posing with my arse to the camera a lot as I slowly took my jeans off, bending over to get the best shot. As soon as the jeans were off I was asked to put my shoes back on and the atmosphere became much hotter as the lights were adjusted again. I then teased them by slowly taking my basque off and covering my tits with my hands, which they enjoyed. My knickers did not cover any of my arse and again they took a lot of snaps of me with my back to them and me bent over touching the floor. I was feeling really horny now at the thought of all these men looking and lusting over me as they took pictures of me almost totally naked. My knickers soon came off and they were all very enthusiastic about my shaven quim. I was wearing only my shoes now and was posing with complete abandon. The last pose had me on a chair with my knees bent and my legs spread giving them a great view of my inner lips. I was more than happy to go a lot further but the session was brought to a close and I went to get dressed. I was shaking with excitement as I took my fee and the thanks of the guys and in the car I gave Gary a blowjob as he drove home. We dived on each other as soon as the front door was shut and I demanded that he fuck me hard as I pinched my nipples. He came deep inside me twice before we finished and sat down with a drink to discuss the evening. I told him how hot it had made me and he said he was astonished how well I did and that all the men had said I was very sexy and a very natural model. He said it was a shame that David was not there as he had enjoyed the brief sight of my body, and I laughed and said I would have loved him to have been there, which seemed to turn Gary on as he licked my wet pussy until I came on his face. We had a few more experiences on the run up to the wedding and the honeymoon was something else, but I will tell you about that in my next submission, * * * * * Please feel free to contact me with any comments you may have, I love to hear from you. Rose

Stolen Innocence by Demonhead Copyright© 2021 by Demonhead Chapter 1 I used to care; I really did. I had a bright future ahead of me. I still think I am pretty and smart; I am just having trouble figuring out what that is really worth in the real world. My name is Taylor, I am a sophomore in high school, and I used to be excited to go to school. Now it seems all worthless, I can’t figure out what I will ever do with some of the stuff I am “learning”. I am still a cheerleader and I still participate but I find it hard to smile. I can do the routines because they are burnt into my muscle memory and the lack of emotion actually helps me execute. My coach says I am doing better than ever. Figures. I am a waitress at my uncle’s diner, and I used to love my job. I still like the money, but the fire is not there. The people I work with are great and the customers are a lot of fun. I used to be sarcastic and funny, the perfect greasy spoon waitress. But that was before it happened. “Honey, do you want to go shopping for a cute dress for your spring dance?” My Mom said. I look up from my cereal to see her concerned face. She is trying so hard. I used to love shopping with my Mom. I do remember that and our trips to the mall were loads of fun. I want to have that again, but I just can’t seem to connect. “Sure. I get off work at 4:00, we can go then.” I said, trying hard to sound excited. I could tell she saw right through me and was disappointed. Her cute, bubbly little girl had been replaced by this apathetic shell. I tried to smile at her, but it came off as a little smirk. I took another bite of cereal. It was my birthday weekend when it all changed. I was turning 15 and it seemed like my entire family was in town. I remember meeting cousins I didn’t even know existed. We must have had 30 people at the house that day. My birthday was actually on Friday, but the big party was Saturday. We had a BBQ in the backyard and played a lot of games. My family uses our house for gatherings as we have a beautiful in-ground pool. There was a lot of swimming that day. I wore my black bikini all day with my little jean shorts and a small t-shirt as cover-ups. I know the whole thing was my fault. I’m sure the bikini didn’t help. He must have seen somehow. The party lasted until well into the evening and we ended up playing cards with my young cousins and uncles until almost 10:00. People started leaving and eventually it was just the three of us left. My mom and dad were exhausted as was I. We had been going since 7:00 that morning. We looked around at the mess and decided it would be there tomorrow and we would clean it up then. I wanted to take a shower before bed, so I kissed them good night and went into my room. My cereal was done. Well, I was done with it. I felt full even though I had only eaten a small amount. My Mom is worried about that. I am sort of worried too, but I am just not hungry most of the time. I only weigh 95 now, I have lost 10 lbs in the two weeks since it happened. My cheerleading coach doesn’t mind, we are getting way more air now. I guess that’s a good thing. I dump my bowl in the sink and go upstairs to dress. I look down at my sponge bob pajama pants and the memories flood back. I remember the shower that night felt wonderful, and I felt more awake. I knew the feeling wouldn’t last though as my little body would collapse from exhaustion very soon. My body is small and tight, I am 5’2” tall and used to weigh 105 lbs on a good day. My hair is blonde and is about 4 or 5 inches past my shoulders. I usually straighten it, it’s a little wavy when I leave it alone. My boobs are small, but they look good on my tiny frame. I can fill out a t-shirt nicely without looking flat. My nipples were very sensitive though, so I had to be careful to wear a bra or a thick shirt. My hips were starting to get rounded, and I did like the way I looked in a pair of jeans or shorts. My legs were and still are my best feature, they are tan and looked long, especially under a cheerleading skirt. I used to get compliments on them all the time. I got out of the shower and slipped on a t-shirt, panties, and these very same sponge bob pants. I left my hair wet, and it was already starting to curl up a little. I did always like the way it looked wet. My room is a mess. I can’t seem to get motivated to clean it. Sort of like my life now. No motivation to do anything. He took that from me, the bastard. I get so angry when I think of that night and what he did to me. How dare he? How dare he take my future, crush all my dreams in one night? I have had visions of what I will do to him if I ever find him. They are not pretty. I strip my clothes off and step into the shower. I close my eyes and remember more. I remember thinking I was thirsty and went downstairs to get a drink of water. That was, and still is, a pretty much nightly thing, I always like a fresh glass of water before I go to bed. That hasn’t changed but now the fear comes with it. The lights were off downstairs but there was enough light in the kitchen for me to see where I was going and I used to like the dark, it was soothing. I guess he counted on that because I didn’t notice anything until I felt a hand over my mouth as I opened the cupboard to get a glass. I screamed but there was no sound as his hand was completely over my mouth. I should have bit him, but hey, hindsight is 20/20. I would be way more vicious now, at least I think I would. I struggled but his other hand grabbed my left arm and pulled it hard behind my back. I got the message and stopped moving. “Calm down, baby girl.” I remember him whispering in my ear, his hot breath on my neck. I stayed still, trying to slow down my breathing and not panic. He was not moving either, just holding his hand over my mouth and my arm far enough up in the back to be on the edge of pain. I knew if he pushed it any farther up it would really hurt. “We are going to walk into the living room very slowly.” He whispered. He turned me and led me into the living room. My bare feet felt the carpet as we moved out of the kitchen. The living room, while attached to the bright kitchen, was very dark. The shades were drawn so no light got in from the outside. He moved me to the middle of the floor and whispered in my ear again. I felt his hot breath on my neck again and I shivered. A slight whiff of cinnamon swept across me. I step out of the shower and stand there dripping. I remember the feeling of helplessness and the apathy hits me hard again. I have to work really hard to reach out for the towel. I wrap it around myself and go into my room. My waitress uniform is on the bed, pressed and clean. I feel tears well up, my Mom is so wonderful. I wish I could be wonderful back to her. I sit down and cry, I do that a lot nowadays. “Here is how this is going to work, sweetie. I know Mommy and Daddy are sleeping upstairs. If you are nice and quiet, they will not get hurt. If you are not nice and quiet you will get to watch them get hurt pretty bad and then you my little one will not live to see 16. Do you understand?” He said very slowly. I remember my breathing stopping and my heart skipping a beat. That was when I started crying that night. I felt my eyes well up and the tears started to flow. It was the fear that did it, I was terrified. I stayed perfectly still and nodded my head. “Ok, I am going to take my hand off your mouth. Here is your first test. Not a peep, right?” he whispered. I nodded again and then he moved his hand off slowly. I heard a ripping sound and then felt a thick piece of tape over my mouth. It felt and smelled like duct tape. I shuddered with fear again as my tears continued to flow. I heard the tape again and he pulled my arms behind me and taped them together at the wrists. I stood there shaking. I slip on a white pair of panties and a white bra. I laugh a little through my tears at my patheticness. I hardly ever wore white underwear before, I always thought it was boring and lame. I guess I am boring and lame now. I slide the panties up over my hips, I tuck a few stray blonde hairs in. That is different now too, I haven’t shaved since that night. I can’t bring myself to do that anymore. I push my boobs into my bra and snap it shut. I step into my uniform and button it up the front. I used to open two buttons but now just one. I grab my phone and head downstairs. I really don’t want to see her before I leave, I will just start crying again and then she will be sad. I yell goodbye and scoot out the door. It is a 10-minute bike ride to work. I need the time to gather myself, but the memory plays on in my head. “Alright baby girl, now we can talk. You see, I am going to fuck you senseless, and you are going to stay nice and calm while I enjoy this pretty little body.” He whispered and I felt him run his hand down my right arm. I started to cry harder. I let out a whimper through the tape and he grabbed my arm hard. I whimpered louder at the pain. “No sounds cunt!” He said in my ear and I froze. I felt something cold on my arm and looked down. He was holding a very large knife against my skin. My eyes got wide, and a fresh wave of panic hit me. I heard another whimper/scream leave my mouth. He pushed the knife under my right breast and lifted it. “Sweetie, if you don’t settle down quick, I will have to go get Mommy and Daddy. It will not be nice to watch what I have planned for them and then you will not enjoy what I have in store for you. You are getting fucked either way. Your choice is if your parents die or not and whether you get cut up in the process.” He whispered. I sucked in my breath and tried to calm down. I was trying to come to terms with the fact that my precious virginity that I had protected for so long was going to get taken by this monster. I tried to think straight and accept that, I did not want to die, and I didn’t want to watch my parents die. I think now I should have thought of how to escape but at the time I was just thinking of how to survive. “That’s better.” I heard him say and another smell hit me for the first time. At first, I couldn’t tell what it was. I pull up in the parking lot of the diner. Not too many cars today. Good, maybe we won’t be too crazy. Although it is kinda nice when we get crazy busy, my mind can’t wander as much. I slide off of my bike. My uniform skirt got caught on the seat and pulled way up my legs. I sit there for a minute struggling with it as most of my legs were displayed. I feel the bright sun on my thighs. It feels good. I unhook the skirt and stand up. A man is sitting on a motorcycle and staring at me. He is smiling. “Nice legs, sweetie.” He said. I give him a smirk and turn to walk into the diner. Just what I need today, biker trash. Lovely. I get in and Uncle Max waves hello with a big smile. It is my first day back since the event. What a great boss, he has been so wonderful to me. He doesn’t know the details; he just knows I am going through a rough time and he has been very supportive. It is refreshing to have someone help you without needing to know everything. I smile at him and get my apron, smoothing it over my hips and the memory returns. I felt his hands touch my upper arms and start to move down. They reached my hips and he held them softly and then moved his hands down my legs over my pajama pants. “So pretty and so young. A perfect body.” I heard him say. His hands touched my bare feet and then ran back up my legs. I felt myself shiver in fear. His touch was nice and gentle, but it made me feel dirty and scared. He moved to my waist and wrapped his arms around me, touching my belly under my shirt. “So nice and soft.” I heard him mumble and moan. He rubbed my stomach and ran his fingers along the waistband of my pants. I shivered again. He ran his hands up almost to my breasts and then around to my back. He rubbed all over my back. “Such perfect skin. No bra, little one. Those perky little boobs don’t need one, I guess.” He whispered. I was trying to listen to him and didn’t feel him move. I felt my pajama pants move and then they were ripped down my legs. I tensed up and they were gathered at my feet. His hands wrapped around my ankles. He rubbed slowly all the way up my calves to my knees. I felt tingles racing up my legs. I was so scared I felt myself shaking. He moved past my knees and then was rubbing my thighs. His fingers touched my sensitive inner thighs and I tensed up again, but I didn’t make a sound. Two of my tables have customers, all regulars. That is nice, routine is good. I take their orders without incident. They are nice, and I give them a real smile, it doesn’t hurt too bad. I grab the drinks and see the biker walk through the door with two other guys. They don’t look like normal bikers; they are relatively clean but they do have lots of leather. They sit at one of my tables. Great, oh well, whatever. I walk over to them and put the water glasses down. He is sitting on one side of the booth and his buddies on the other. I lean over to give the farthest one his water and I feel a touch on my left thigh. I tense up slightly, but I refuse to react to him. I don’t care if he wants to be touchy, what does it matter now? It does bring the memory rushing back to me. I stand back up and turn away to go back to the kitchen before he sees the tears. “These legs are wonderful. So powerful, yet so smooth and soft.” He said and squeezed my thighs. I tried to concentrate on my breathing and not his horrible hands touching me. I had been touched before by boys but not much. I didn’t have a boyfriend. My girlfriends said it was because I was too intimidating. They said I was too pretty; the boys were scared of me. That sort of sucked but I was ok with it. There was plenty of time for that. I remember sobbing a little when that thought crossed my mind. I was going to lose my virginity and I didn’t even know who it was. A cruel stranger was going to rip away my innocence. That made me very sad. He pulled my panties down. I was standing in my living room with my panties and pajamas around my ankles. His hands were rubbing my thighs and I knew it was only a matter of time before someone other than me or my doctor was going to touch me between my legs. I didn’t have to wait long before fingers traced across my smooth virginal pussy lips. “So smooth. I knew you were shaved; I just knew it. A pretty little cunt like this just begs to be smooth.” He said and I recognized the new smell, coffee. I pour more coffee for the old couple near the door. They are so cute. They have been coming here for pretty much forever and they still look so in love. I feel a little touch of sadness as I realize no man will ever love me like that. I am ruined, trash, I will only be able to attract trash now. I walk back to the counter and take a deep breath before I go to take their order. “What will you have?” I ask, avoiding eye contact. His buddies order their drinks and food, but he says nothing. I write down their orders and look at him. He smiles at me and I smirk. C’mon asshole, just order, I think. “I will have a diet soda, a cheeseburger and your panties.” He says with a straight face. I let out a deep breath and try to ignore him. I write down his order. “How much are they; I couldn’t find them on the menu.” He says. I look at him, frustrated. Please, can we just give it a rest? He is staring at me and I just blurt out a number. “Fuck, for that much I should get what’s in them too.” He says. “You can’t afford that.” I shoot back. “Honey, everything is for sale for people like us. It is just a matter of figuring out how much.” He says. I shrug and turn away. Uncle Max looks at me, worried. I smile at him and whisper that I am fine. He nods and goes back to the grill. I pour the drinks and head back to that table. I place the drinks in front of the two buddies and then turn to him. I am lowering his drink and he slides a $100 dollar bill over to the edge of the table. I stare down at it. My mind is racing, it is a lot of money. I know it really isn’t compared to what my family has access to, but my sense of value is warped now and it looks like a lot of money. I scoop it up and go to check on my other tables. Yep, trash. His fingers slid between my pussy lips. I shuddered and my legs tingled. He ran the finger up and down and I felt my pussy starting to heat up with the attention. I was in turmoil; this was a monster but I was responding to him. What was wrong with me? I felt him stand up and wrap his arms around me again. He rubbed my stomach again, then my hips, across my upper thighs, and between my legs. He ran his hands straight up and under my t-shirt. He grabbed my breasts and squeezed. “Sweet little tits. A nice handful. I knew your little body would be solid all over.” He said and his breath was on my neck again. He pinched my nipples, and I whimpered a little. He pushed my shirt up over my head and pulled it back on my taped arms. I felt so exposed, standing in my own living room basically naked. I saw the stove light go on and I froze. So did he. “Remember, no noise.” He whispered and scurried over to hide behind the door. I stood there in the dark and saw my Daddy move into the kitchen. He would not be able to see me, it was too dark. The man was next to the door and I looked at him. He was wearing a ski mask and black clothes. I saw the gleam of the knife as he turned it slowly so I could see it. My tears were flowing again. I fought back the urge to sob. My thoughts were so screwed up. I wanted my Daddy to see me and save me, but I didn’t want him to get hurt. He would not see the man if he came in here. Please Daddy, save me. Please Daddy, don’t look in here. I was a mess, tears moving down my cheeks. I walk past Uncle Max on my way to the bathroom. “You okay, kitten?” Max asks. “Yeah, they are harmless.” I say and give him a fake smile. “Ok, but you let me know if you need me.” He says sternly. I smile at him and go into the bathroom. I wash my hands good and leave the bathroom. I grab the coffee pot and head back to the floor. The old couple barely notices me as they are deep in conversation. I avoid the biker until I take care of all the other tables. I walk by slowly and drop the small pile of cotton next to his soda. I hear his friends snicker as I check for food orders. Daddy got a cup from the cupboard and moved to the refrigerator. I saw his eyes as he turned, he looked right at me but did not see his baby girl, tied up and naked only 20 feet from him. I sobbed but stayed silent. My heart was breaking, he would never love me the same way again after this horrible man ruins me. My Daddy would know, he would see it in my eyes, he would know. I would be damaged. I sobbed hard as Daddy pulled ice cubes out. I felt tears hitting my breasts and the dirtiness of it struck me. I was naked. Please Daddy, don’t look in here, I couldn’t handle the disappointment in your face if you saw me standing perfectly still, waiting to be raped. Daddy walked back up the stairs slowly and I lowered my head. My spirit was broken. I think that was the moment. I didn’t care now what he did to me. It didn’t matter anymore; I would never be the same again. His warm breath was on my thighs and then I felt his hands on my thighs. He spread them a little and I felt a warm wet tongue hit my pussy. I whimpered again. He licked up my slit, sliding inside. I shuddered, it felt really good. I was embarrassed and scared, but I couldn’t fight the physical reaction. He licked my clit, and I felt a surge hit my crotch. My legs shook and I fought to stand still. He was licking furiously now, and I was fighting to not feel it. I lost the battle pretty easily and came hard on his tongue. He squeezed my firm ass, holding his face against me as I convulsed. My humiliation took another leap as I had my first orgasm with a man, and he was my rapist. I could feel my self-worth taking another shot in the stomach. Daddy would know. The food is ready, and I gather it up. I am getting pretty good at carrying a lot of trays. I bring the food to everyone before I get theirs. He looks like he owns the world when I walk up. My panties are still on the table. I put his plate down without making eye contact. His buddies snicker. I slide the far plate over and feel his hand touch my thigh again. I don’t react. I don’t care. Whatever, I think as I stand back up. His hand stays there, sliding a little farther up under my skirt. I turn a little so Uncle Max can’t see. I don’t want the scene. “You guys need anything else?” I ask. “Not yet sweetie, but don’t go too far.” He says and gives my bare ass a little squeeze. Where can I go asshole, I think. I am stuck here literally. I will be here for the rest of my sad life, waiting on schmucks like you and letting you grab my ass. I turn away and walk slowly back to the counter. I sit on a stool and put my head in my hands. My life sucks. For the first time I feel the question cross my mind, what am I living for, what does it matter? I felt him stand up and move behind me. He grabbed my shirt and moved me. I shuffled over and he pushed me to my knees next to the coffee table. He pushed me over and I felt my breasts hit the cool glass. His hands were on my ass, rubbing and squeezing. “What a perfect little ass. So firm and smooth. You really are quite a treat sweetheart.” He said. I closed my eyes and tried to think of happy things. I thought of my cute little cousins and the way they played in the pool. He spread my ass cheeks apart. I thought of my uncles and how they teased me. They had been teasing me for a few years. My Mom had four younger brothers. They were all nice, two of them married now with little kids, one of them I had been working for I the diner since I was 14. I felt something warm hit my ass and I realized his cock was now resting between my ass cheeks. I shuddered again and the happy thoughts left me in a rush. My despair and sadness returned as the tool that was going to rip away my virginity was lying on my young ass. He slid it up and down my ass a few times. I could tell it was rock hard and I felt his balls touch me as he pushed up. My breasts were hurting a little as they were squashed on the table. That took my mind off of the cock for a second and then I felt it touch my pussy. He was rubbing it around my virgin hole. I could feel the moisture from my body as he moved it around. He pushed a little and the head nestled just inside me. I wiggled a little out of instinct. “Be patient, little one. You will get it soon. This little cunt was built for cock.” He said and slapped my ass. He thought I wiggled out of excitement. I felt myself sink a little deeper. Did I move for that reason? Did I want him to rape me? Was I built for cock? Was that my only purpose? He pushed a little more in. I felt my body opening to him, there was no pain, only fullness. “This is the sweetest pussy I have ever felt. You should be proud little one. You are prime meat.” He said. Meat, that was good. I was meat, just here for his pleasure and use. He pushed in a little more. It was starting to feel a little uncomfortable. It felt huge, I had no idea how big it was, but it felt like a fucking telephone pole. I grunted as he slid a little more in. I tried to slow my breathing to prepare for the pain. I thought there would be pain, everyone said there was. Cindy lost her virginity last month to Tommy after the prom. She said it hurt like a mother fucker but then it felt a little good at the end. Somehow, I doubted this was going to feel good at the end. “Honey, are you ok?” I hear a soothing voice and look up to see Sally. Sally has been working at the diner for a long time and she is sort of like our den mother. She is always very nice to me and I smile at her. She is a little out of focus and I realize I have been crying. My cheeks feel wet and I try to wipe them with my hands. “Oh, baby girl. What’s wrong?” Sally says and pulls my hands away from my face. She has a tissue and wipes my cheeks while she holds my hands. “I’ll be ok.” I say and sit up a little, trying to put on a brave face. “Sure you will.” She says and looks at me with a sarcastic smile. I smile back at her; she can see through me easily. I guess I am pretty easy to read nowadays. I stand up and straighten my apron. I grab the coffee pot. “Thank you Sally. Really, I will be ok.” I say, lying through my teeth. She has a sad look on her face as I turn with the coffee pot. I go to the old couple first and they also look concerned. Great, now we have a pity party. I give them a quick smile and move on. I get to the biker’s table and they are almost done. “You guys want dessert?” I ask, reaching for my pad. The other two order pie and then I turn to him. He looks at me and smiles. Here it comes. “Yes, I do. But I am trying to figure out how much it costs.” He says and leans back, crossing his arms. I put my pad back in my apron and walk away. He grabbed my wet hair and wrenched my head up. I whimpered in pain. He put his other hand on my right hip. I was nervous, my life was about to change drastically. “Say goodbye to your precious little cherry, sweetheart.” He whispered in my ear and pushed hard. I screamed into the tape as the pain shot through me. I had never felt anything like that. My insides felt like they were on fire and the ache was incredible. I felt his skin touch my ass as he buried himself in me. I was crying hard and squirming, trying to get him out of me as the burning pain wracked my young body. I felt like I had been stabbed, I guess I had. I tried to struggle but I couldn’t move. He was pulling my hair harder now, like he was in a rodeo. He started pulling out and I screamed again. It hurt as bad coming out as it did going in. His cock felt like it was made of sandpaper as it ripped out of me. He pulled out of me. I took a deep breath and the pain started to recede. Just as I relaxed, I felt him touch me again and then he pulled hard on my hair and jammed himself into me again. He grunted when he banged against my ass and I screamed again. The pain was worse this time. It was like he was tearing open a fresh wound. My tears were pooling up on the table and my body hurt so much I started to feel dizzy. He pulled out again and I felt his warm breath on my neck. “How does that feel, you little slut? Parading around in your little shorts and tops, flaunting that pussy and those little tits around. How does it feel to get what you deserve?” He said and I felt his spit hit my neck. He rammed his cock into me again and started to hump me. He pumped about five times hard and then pulled out again. He slapped my ass and I heard him laugh. I felt him slide his cock up and down between my legs, it felt wet. He lined up again and jammed it home. He held it deep in me and adjusted his grip on my hair. He pulled back hard, and my neck wrenched up again. It hurt but it didn’t faze me compared to the burning torture I was feeling between my legs. He pulled out and began fucking me hard again. I grunted as he pounded me deep and hard. He was slamming into my ass with every stroke. I did feel like meat then now that I think of it. I bring the pie to the table and set it down. I look down and see five $100 dollar bills sitting on the table. I was about fed up with this guy. I grab the money and shove it into my apron. “Fine.” I say and grab his arm. I pull him out of the booth, and I see he has on a stupid grin as I drag him across the floor. I am glad Uncle Max and Sally are not in the kitchen as we go through. I take him out the back door and slam him against the back wall. I grab the waist of his pants and open his belt. I rip the snap open and pull down the zipper. I reach in and yank out his cock. It is still a little soft. I kneel down and suck it all the way into my mouth. I feel his hands on my head. I suck him for a minute, and I feel him get hard in my mouth. I pull off and lean against the wall. I pull up my skirt and lift my right leg. I grab his hand and put it behind my right knee. “C’mon asshole, fuck me. You paid for it.” I scream at him. He buries his cock in me immediately and starts ripping into me. I close my eyes and the memories flooded back. My neck was getting sore as he continued to yank on my hair with each thrust. My pussy was numb now. He was still savagely pounding it, but the pain had gotten to the point where I couldn’t process it anymore. I wondered how long he could go. I had no idea, no one had ever told me. Cindy said Tommy only lasted about 30 seconds, but we had passed 30 seconds a long time ago. I felt a new pain as he hammered in deep again and held himself there. My thighs were pressed against the edge of the table and they hurt now. He was pushing hard and moving around, trying to get deeper. “Get ready cunt, I am going to fill your little pussy with enough seed to make three babies. You ready to get bred you little bitch?” He said and pulled back hard on my hair again. He pulled out a little and then rammed it back in. I heard him moan and I felt him shake a little. I didn’t feel anything but a warmth deep within me. He was cumming in me and I had no protection. I wondered if I was going to have a lifetime reminder of this. I prayed that didn’t happen. Praying while you were being raped, that was a good touch. How could I love a child that came out of this? How could I not love a child? Again, my sadness overwhelmed me, and I started to sob again. He let go of my hair and I laid my head on the cool table. He pulled out slowly and I felt him move away. I lay across my glass coffee table and cried. The biker rips my young pussy for about 5 minutes and cums hard. He pulls out and I lower my leg, smooth my skirt and go back into the diner. I grab the coffee pot on my way by and go to my tables. The old couple wants their check, so I pull it out. She pulls out her little change purse and starts counting coins. So cute and I felt my throat tighten. I look at the two friends and they are done with their pie. I grab their empty plates and take them to the kitchen without even making eye contact. I slam the check down on the table and they jump. I walk away with no expression. Who am I mad at? Not him, he is only doing what he normally does. I am mad at myself. Have I become a whore, a slut who will fuck at the drop of a hat? When did I go from virgin cheerleader to alley slut? I stop and put down the pot of coffee. I know the answer to that one. Duh. I just don’t know when or where it will stop. How far will I fall? He walks past me to his table. I don’t look back on purpose. I go behind the counter and get a fresh rag. When I look up, they are gone. I walk over and clear their table. I wipe it perfectly clean and then move to the old people’s table. There is a little pile of money. They have counted out the exact change for their small bill. It is under $10. There is a $20 bill sitting there with a little note. I pick it up and read it – “Sweetheart, Don’t give up.” I sit down in their booth and start to cry. I feel hands grab my hands and Sally is sitting across from me. I look at her through my tears. “Baby girl, do you want to talk?” She says in a sweet calm voice. “No, not right now. Maybe later.” I say, secretly praying she won’t take no for an answer. “Ok, when you are ready.” She says and puts a tissue in my hands. I wipe my eyes and cheeks and take a deep breath. I stuff the $20 and the note in my apron. I feel the $500 dollars as I slide the note in. Another feeling of despair runs over me. Am I officially a whore now? I did just fuck for money. That is pretty much a no-brainer. At least I am expensive. I slide out of the booth and check my other tables. I felt him grab my hair and pull me to my feet. I screamed a little into the tape. It hurt as he yanked my hair hard. I stood and my legs were a little wobbly. My crotch hurt bad. I could feel something warm and wet running down my inner thighs. I didn’t want to think about what that was. I felt his breath again on my neck. “Ok, little one, I am going to take the tape off your mouth. No sound, right?” I heard his cruel voice and I nodded. He pulled the tape off slowly and I worked hard to not make a noise as the pain ripped across my skin. Fresh tears ran down my cheeks. “Good girl, that must have really hurt, and you were nice and quiet.” He laughed in my ear. He pushed me down and I fell to my knees. He pulled my hair to get me to look up at him. He still had on the ski mask, but his eyes were cruel. “Now, sweet thing, you are going to suck me hard, so I can fuck you again.” He said with a chuckle. He let go of my hair and I saw his soft cock swaying in front of my face. He grabbed it with his hand and lifted it to my lips. He rubbed it across my lips and face. “Open up sweetheart.” He said in a soft voice. I opened my young mouth, and he placed the soft cock on my tongue. I didn’t know what to do. “Suck it in baby. Don’t tell me you haven’t sucked a cock. A little prick tease like you. You have probably sucked off the entire school to keep them out of your pants.” He said. I closed my mouth around my first cock. I sucked a little and pulled more into my mouth. It tasted strange and then I realized I was tasting myself. This cock has just taken my precious virginity. I closed my eyes and tried to think of something else. “Oh God, that mouth is sweet. I knew it would be. I bet all of your holes are sweet. That pretty face looks even better with a cock sticking out of it.” He continued to abuse me as I sucked him. I could feel him getting harder and filling my mouth. He was pushing it into my face. It moved to the back of my throat and I gagged. He slapped my face hard. “Open up your throat cunt.” He said and jammed his entire length down my throat. I felt his pubic hair on my face as he held me against him. I realized I couldn’t breathe, and I started to panic. I tried to pull away from him, but he held me tight. I was suffocating on a cock. That would be about right. I felt the air rush back into my lungs as he let go of me and moved away. I fell face first onto the carpet and struggled to get my breath back. The rest of my shift is non-eventful and I look up to see it is 4:10. I clear off my last table and go behind the counter. I pull off my apron and hang it on the hook. “Uncle Max, I am going to go.” I say in a small voice through the window and see his head pop up. “Ok, baby girl. Nice work today. You wanna come in tomorrow?” He asks. “Sure, what time?” I ask. “We do need help with the breakfast rush if you can make it in.” He says. “Sure, I will be here by 8:00.” I say. “Great, sweetie. Good to have you back.” He says and smiles big. I feel a little sense of self-worth as I hit the door. I actually feel myself smile a little as the fresh air hits me in the face. I am unlocking my bike when I hear the roar of an engine and the motorcycle pulls up beside me. He is looking at me with a weird expression on his face. “Get on.” He says.

Sabine at College by Sabineteas In the first part of this, I told you how I had become, with pressure from friends, an exhibitionist. This will continue that story. At the end my roommate had told me that I had to be naked whenever I was in our room. And she also told me that I had to use dirty words for my breasts, bottom and vagina. I had thought that I would tell her to piss off the first time and get dressed, but my friend from home came into our room and gave me a look. I knew better than to try to put anything on, since the two of them could easily strip me. So I spent the first night that my roommate had found out about me naked. She was nice enough to keep the door closed so no one else saw me. I was so embarrassed; my face was red all night. At bedtime I went to get a nightgown. “What do you think you are doing?” “I’m going to put on a nightgown.” “I said naked in the room and I meant it. No nightgown.” Tears began to run down my cheeks. “Please Amy, let me wear a nightgown.” “No. Get into your bed.” Sniffling, I got into my bed naked and curled into a ball. I cried myself to sleep that night. The next morning I was awakened by Amy pulling my blanket and sheet off me, making sure that I didn’t get dressed in anything during the night. I blushed immediately. My dreams that entire night had been of me being naked in public places. If that was not bad enough, I had done it in front of people. Even if it was only dreams, it was humiliating. She made me get out of bed and study at my desk naked, grinning at me. My desk was in front of our window and I made sure that the blinds were closed before I sat down. She dressed and every now and then made like she was going to open the blinds. I would gasp and hunch down, but she never did open them that day. I finally was allowed to dress, but when I started to get panties and a bra out, Amy took them out of my hands, dropped them back in my drawer and closed it. She then handed me a skirt and tank top. I could only stare at her. “Get dressed. You have a class.” “B-b-b-but, I need underwear.” “No you don’t.” I was crying out loud now, but no matter how hard I bawled I wasn’t going to get any underwear. I got into my tank top and skirt. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be until we walked out of our dorm. My nipples got hard immediately and were very noticeable and I could feel cool air on my bottom and pussy. I turned red immediately and with my free hand, I grabbed the hem of my skirt to be sure it stayed down. Amy just laughed at me. Every time that we met someone, I was sure that they knew I was naked under my skirt. Walking was not as bad as when we got to the cafeteria and after getting my breakfast I had to sit down. I was so careful when I sat to be sure my skirt was under me and that it didn’t raise up my legs that I was sure I was really obvious. Blushing, I lowered my eyes to my food, but peeked up so I could see if anyone was looking. It seemed to me that everyone was staring at me. That made me blush even harder, until I was sure that my face was like a red beacon. I could hardly eat and I felt very uncomfortable. Amy was grinning at me all the time. She could tell that I was not comfortable at all. I felt the same way when we left for our first class. I had forgotten that we sat in the front row. Amy snickered as she watched me sit so carefully. She leaned over to me. “Keep your knees apart. Not much, just enough so Dr. Nelson can see them open.” “Amy! I can’t do that!” “Yes you can and you will or I will pull them open. Now do as I say!” Trembling, I opened my knees a little. I felt like there was a draft blowing up my skirt. In the front row, I really felt exposed to my instructor. I kept my eyes down, but from time to time I would peek up and at least twice I noticed him looking right at me. Each time I noticed I blushed and felt like I was burning up. It was the longest hour of my life. I felt as though Dr. Nelson was seeing my pussy all through the class. I was so happy when it was over and I could leave. Of course Amy was right behind me. As we left the building she lifted the back of my skirt, baring my butt to anyone who was looking. I squeaked and jerked it back down as soon as I could and turned bright red. I didn’t hear anyone and I didn’t dare look back for fear of what I might see. Amy was giggling as she walked beside me. “Feel a draft?” I almost started crying again. I knew she was going to be mean to me. I knew that she was going to try to humiliate me any chance she got. She hurried me back to our dorm after she had lifted my skirt up. As soon as we were in our room, she held out her hand. I begged her, but she ignored my words. I finally stripped off my top and skirt and stood naked but for my shoes in front of her. I felt humiliated but excited. I had no control because if I didn’t mind, I would get stripped anyway. I was so much smaller than her and my girlfriend from home that I would not stand a chance if I tried to fight back. I would beg, but in the end I would do what I was told. I spent that day and the following ones without underwear when I was out of my room and naked inside it. Other than that I was pretty much left alone. I was continually nervous in our room because I was afraid she would invite people in to see me. Amy did leave to visit other girls, but she didn’t have anyone come to our room. Saturday morning she left me in our room. I seriously considered putting on some clothes but I wondered what would happen to me if I got caught and thought better of getting dressed. After about two hours she came back, giggling at seeing me naked still. She had a bag with her. “Sabine, you are sort of hairy aren’t you?” I turned beet red. I had seen other girls with trimmed pubic hair, but I had never even thought of doing something like that. “It’s just the way I am, Amy.” “Well, maybe today we should do something about that.” I started trembling; wondering what she would do to me. She brought the bag over to me and reached into it. She took out a mask and put it over my face. “That should work, don’t you think?” “Work for what, Amy?” “You’ll see later, Sabine.” My stomach clenched. Now I was scared to death. I stood up and looked in our mirror. With the mask on you couldn’t tell that it was I. I was a naked body with a mask on the face. My nipples, as always, were as hard as they could be. As I stood there looking at myself I could feel that tingle of excitement inside my stomach. I spent that entire day wondering why the mask and with a feeling of dread. That was mostly because of Amy saying that I was hairy and that something should be done about that. Finally, after dinner, Rebecca, my friend from home came to my room. She brought in a cut down sheet with a hole in it and came over to me. Telling me to stand, she pulled it over my head. It covered me to the knees. I was beginning to tremble. Amy took my hand and led me out of our room with Rebecca trailing us. “Wh-wh-where are you taking me?” Neither one said anything. They just dragged me along with them. My feet were dragging and I was looking around nervously. I was scared that someone who knew me would see me and wonder what I was doing. They led me to Rebecca’s car and pushed me in the back seat. I was getting more and more scared. Rebecca drove off, heading towards the downtown area. I was so scared I almost peed. Finally she stopped on a side street and I was handed the mask. Almost gratefully I took it and put it on. Now, unless someone recognized Rebecca or Amy, I would be pretty safe. As they had me get out of the car, I was blindfolded over my mask. Now I began to breathe hard. I was dressed in a sheet, downtown and I couldn’t see. They led me through a door. I slid my feet across the floor until they stopped and made me sit on a funny chair. Not being able to see, I hadn’t a clue where I was or what I was sitting on. It was a big chair with sort of a footrest in front. I was almost hyperventilating I was so afraid. All I could do was think of what they could do to me and every thing I thought of made me tremble. I sat for what seemed to be forever. Then I heard footsteps coming toward me. My body was shaking uncontrollably. The chair I was in tilted back, making me gasp. My feet were lifted up and the sheet was lifted so high I was naked from the neck down. My breath was coming in gasps and tears were running down my cheeks. I felt hands at the blindfold and then it came off. I was having trouble breathing and I looked down at my body, my naked body. I shivered and looked up. A gasp burst out of my mouth as I saw five guys standing in front of me, grinning. I was in a barbershop with a bunch of guys from college and I was naked. “Oh my god.” The words just burst out of my mouth. My knees clamped together and my hands went to my boobs. Amy snapped at me. “Move your hands and open your legs!” I began to bawl, but I moved my hands. My legs were another story. I was not going to open them in front of guys. Amy again told me to open my legs and I couldn’t speak because I was bawling, but I shook my head no. She then motioned to two of the guys and I began to babble between sobs. It did no good. The guys moved to either side of me and Amy told them to open me up. As hard as I was squeezing my knees together, it made no difference. My legs were slowly pulled apart. I closed my eyes as they spread and the guys were laughing at me. I could picture exactly what I looked like and what they were seeing. My boobs and pussy was what they were seeing. One of the guys stepped up between my legs and I couldn’t help myself. I really thought I was going to be raped. “Oh god no, no, no, no!” Then I saw Amy handing him a can a shaving cream, scissors and a razor. As my body trembled, he set the shaving cream and razor on my quivering stomach and grasped a tuft of my pubic hair and snipped it off. A loud sob escaped from my mouth. I closed my eyes but I could hear the snipping of the scissors and the tugs on my pubic hair. After a bit my sobs became quieter, but I still couldn’t stop crying. I was so embarrassed. I couldn’t look at what was being done to me. The snipping finally stopped and I heard the hiss of the shaving cream can and then his hand on me, rubbing it on. I gasped and tried to move away, but I was held too tightly. Then I felt the scraping of the razor on my pussy and I began to bawl once more. I was shaking with embarrassment and fear of being cut. His fingers moved my lips about as he shaved me. My legs were lifted up and I was shaved further down towards my bottom, which humiliated me even more. I knew that my anus was exposed also which was so humiliating. Finally he was finished and I was wiped off. My legs were still held open so the guys could get a good look at me. I heard clicks and opened my eyes to see two of them taking pictures of me, which made me start bawling once again. Rebecca and Amy let them take several pictures each and then they grabbed my arms and hustled me out of the barbershop. I found out later that it was the shop of the father of one of the guys. They hurried me to the car and after we were in it, sped off back to the campus. I cried all the way back. When we got back they hustled me into the dorm and to my room. They then took away the sheet and made me look at my pussy in the mirror. I had a narrow strip of hair from the top of my pussy up, none on my lips, which made them look so much more prominent. That night I cried myself to sleep once again. The next few days were a repeat of most other days. I was kept naked while in my dorm room and I found that Amy had taken all my underwear away so I couldn’t wear any. She also wouldn’t let me wear pants, jeans or shorts, so I was always in fear of my skirts or dresses moving up to expose me. I was sure that everyone I saw knew that I was naked under my skirts and dresses. I blushed continuously, which I am sure made more people look at me. Because of that I blushed more which made it a never-ending cycle. The more I blushed the more people looked and the more I blushed. My nipples were also erect all the time. My nipples are large, so they are really noticeable when they are erect. Amy had me keep my knees apart, both in our classes and in the cafeteria. I was a lot happier when she wasn’t in some of my classes. I tried to sit in the back and for sure my knees were clamped tight together. I am pretty shy and how I was made to dress made me even more shy and quiet. I began to relax somewhat when they hadn’t put me in a horrible situation for some time. I still had bad dreams about the night they had me shaved. Amy told me to keep my shaving up or they would have it done for me again. That was incentive enough for me. I shaved every other day. Finally, two weeks after my shaving humiliation, Rebecca came over and she, Amy and I went out to eat together. I was still without underwear so I was nervous with the two of them. I never was sure with them what they would do to me or if they would leave me alone. We had a very nice dinner and after a while I began to relax and actually enjoyed the evening. On the way back, Rebecca stopped on a street next to the guy’s dorm that was next to ours. I immediately began to get nervous. Rebecca turned to me (I was in the back seat) and smiled at me. Amy turned to me also. “Get your clothes off, Sabine.” “N-n-n-no. Don’t do this to me, please.” “Get them off or we’ll take them off for you. And you won’t like it, I promise you.” I’m not doing this, Rebecca. I won’t do it.” “Fine, Sabine, fine. I was going to let you wear your mask, but now you can forget it. Now strip!” I had taken my first steps of resistance and it felt good. “Fuck you, Rebecca and you too Amy.” Rebecca turned off her car, looked at Amy and they both got out of the car. I was getting very scared but I was still defiant, until about 30 seconds after Rebecca was out of the car. She came around to the curbside, opened the back door and grabbed my hair. She began to pull me out of the car by my hair. It hurt like crazy and I began to hit her and try to get her hand out of my hair. She had got me part way out when Amy got a grip on my arm and they dragged me out onto the grass. My eyes had filled with tears from having my hair pulled. I began to swing my free arm and kick at them. I connected a couple of times and we were all swearing at each other. But it was inevitable. There were two of them and one of me. Amy got a grip on my top and I heard it tear and I fought harder as I felt it coming off. I started to cry and continued to struggle as she got it off me. Rebecca tackled me and slammed me to the ground. My breath shot out of me and Amy got her hands on my skirt. I was kicking weakly as she undid my skirt and began to pull it off me. “N-n-n-no, stop it, please stop it!” My skirt slid down my legs and off, leaving me in shoes. Rebecca was holding me down. “Get her shoes too. She’s going to be completely naked tonight.” Amy laughed and pulled off my shoes. “I would have let you have your mask, Sabine, but not now. We’ll meet you at the dorm.” Rebecca and Amy grabbed my clothes and shoes and climbed into the car. They waved at me, lying naked in the grass and then drove away, leaving me. I lay there for a moment, panting to catch my breath, and then I scuttled away from the street to hide behind a bush. I couldn’t believe that they had done this to me. As I crouched there sniffling, I began to think of my predicament. I was totally naked and there was a guy’s dorm between me and my dorm. I had a choice of running through a tunnel into the courtyard of the guy’s dorm and to mine or circling it along the street to my dorm. Neither option looked good to me. Through the courtyard was shorter but it had more of a chance for me to be seen. Around the guy’s dorm would leave me exposed to the street and was longer. I just knew I couldn’t stay where I was. I was getting cold and scared. I thought that I would wait for while, because I was sure they would come back for me. After 10 minutes I knew they wouldn’t. I thought about my choices and as I shivered, I decided to take the shortest route. Crouching, I looked both ways on the street and then dashed across it, bent over. I huddled by the wall of the guy’s dorm by the tunnel. Peering around the corner and not seeing anyone, I covered my boobs with one arm and dashed through the tunnel. Now I couldn’t stop. I ran across the courtyard and almost died of shame as I heard some guys yelling behind me. I glanced over my shoulder and saw about 6 guys staring and then beginning to run behind towards me. I shrieked in terror and ran as hard as I could for my dorm. I could hear them pounding behind me as I dashed across the grass. I kept my eyes focused on the door to my dorm and ran as hard as I could. They were gaining on me but I reached the door and yanked it open, almost stumbling as I entered the reception area. I shrieked as I saw three guys sitting with girls and ran hard again for the door to the rooms as I heard the door open behind me. As I reached the door, the dorm mother came out of her office and watched me yank it open and dash through it. I headed for the stairs to my floor and she followed me. I got to my floor and ran down the hall to my room, yanked that door open and jumped in, slamming the door behind me. Rebecca and Amy were sitting, waiting for me. They began to giggle until our door opened again and the dorm mother walked it. I turned my back to her and covered my boobs and pussy with my hands. She didn’t say a word, but walked up to me, grabbed me by an arm and pulled me up. “Get dressed.” I hurried to our closet and pulled out the first top and skirt I could find. I pulled them on and stood there stupidly, staring at the floor. “Put some underwear on.” “I-I-I d-d-don’t have any.” “You don’t have any underwear?” She was incredulous. I was ashamed. She grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the room and down the hall to the stairs. I was begging her all the way to let me go, but she ignored me. She pulled me down the stairs and to the door to the reception area. “Oh god no, no, no!” I was ignored again as she opened the door and dragged me through it. There was a cluster of guys by the door that cheered as I came through it. The guys who were with girls turned to watch as I stumbled along, pulled by her. I ended up in her office. “What were you doing, what were you thinking of?” I didn’t say anything. If I told her Rebecca and Amy had stripped me they would get in trouble and most likely I would later after their punishment was over. It would give me a respite, but things would probably get worse for me later. I was surprised I was thinking so clearly “Talk to me Sabine. Something is going on and I intend to get to the bottom of it. I’ve watched you and you would not do something like this on your own. Now tell me who is doing things to you and I’ll get it stopped.” I looked at her wanting to believe everything she said, but she couldn’t be with me every minute. Eventually I was going to catch hell from my roommate and Rebecca if I squealed. I shook my head no and looked down again. “Sabine, please let me help you.” I wanted to trust her and tell, but I was afraid. I was small and not strong. I was naturally someone who did what others told me to do. “Sabine, please, tell me.” I looked up at her. I was shivering. “Y-y-y-you don’t think I-I would d-d-do this by myself? It was all I could think of at that moment. Showing her that I was not what she thought I was, even if I was. “D-d-do you h-h-have a c-car?” “Yes.” “T-take me f-for a r-ride if y-you think I am s-such a g-g-goody two shoes.” She looked at me and shook her head. Then she got her purse and walked to the door. I think she was thinking I would say something in the car and wanted to get me away from the dorm so I would. She stopped and looked at me. I stood up and followed her. We went out to her car. We got inside it. “D-drive somewhere, anywhere.” She started it and drove out of the parking lot. I sat shivering thinking through what I had decided. We were on a brightly-lighted street and she was looking at me from time to time. “You don’t think I would take of my clothes without someone forcing me, do you?” “No I don’t, I think you are protecting someone, someone who is being very mean to you, Sabine. I want to fix it for you.” “J-j-just watch.” I bent over and untied my sneakers and pulled them off, dropping them in the backseat. “Sabine.” I ignored her and after taking a deep, shaky breath, I pulled my top up and over my head, baring myself from the waist up. I dropped it in the backseat also. “Sabine, you don’t have to do this. What is being done to you is terrible and should be stopped.” I looked at her and started to cry, she was being so nice to me. I unbuttoned and unzipped my skirt. I lifted my butt and pulled it down. I lifted my feet out and bent over, lifting the skirt up. For a moment I held it in front of me, looking at her and hoping that I was making the right decision. Then I reached back and let it fall in the backseat also. Naked, I sat there. I wiped my eyes with a hand and my nose also. “Satisfied?” “I still think you are lying to me.” “Pull over then, stop the car.” She turned off the main street and onto a residential street and stopped perhaps a hundred feet from the corner. I looked at her, wanting to trust her, but afraid of the consequences if I did. I looked around. It was late. It was dark. I opened the door and got out. I shut it, standing naked on the grass and stepped back to the sidewalk. I gave her a weak smile and began walking down the sidewalk bare ass naked. She sat and watched me for a few moments as I got further and further away from the car. Then she pulled up ahead of me and got out. She walked in front of me and grabbed my shoulders, stopping me. “I still think you are lying. But since you won’t tell me anything, I will have to think about this. I may have to report this entire episode to the president and the Conduct Committee. Get in the car and I’ll take you back.” I let my shoulders slump down and walked back to the car. I got in and sat naked. She got in. “Get dressed.” I knelt up and bent over the back of the seat, feeling for my clothes and embarrassed even if she was a woman too. I got my top, then the skirt and my shoes. I pulled on the top, then the skirt and slipped on my shoes. She drove back in silence and I was glad she was quiet. I had nothing to say. When we were back at the campus and parked she didn’t let me get out. “Sabine, tell me. I know this is not you.” “Would you like more proof?” I had mostly calmed down by now and was thinking hard. “No Sabine. I don’t want you to prove anything to me that I don’t believe. Now go to your room and get some sleep. I will talk to you tomorrow and decide what I am going to do with you.” I really didn’t feel very good after hearing that. I pictured myself standing at attention in front of a group of people, the Conduct Committee. The President and Board of Trustees were there also and a group of girls and boys to witness my expulsion. It was a very different expulsion. I had to stand as girls with some armbands came up and removed my clothes, leaving me naked and then the President got up and read something to the effect that the honor code prohibited nudity or something like that and I was being expelled for the good of the student body. I was then paraded down in front of all of them, naked and led out. My suitcases with all my belongings were at the curb and my parents were standing there, waiting for me. My father loaded the suitcases in the trunk and my mother started to cry as she looked at me. My father opened the back door and I climbed in the car still naked. Mother and father got in and we drove off. Some imagination, huh? I just went to my room and cautiously opened the door. Rebecca and Amy were still sitting there. “What happened?” “Nothing.” “You were gone for almost an hour, something happened. What did you tell her?” “I said nothing, I told her nothing. She doesn’t know anything other than I ran into the dorm naked.” “You’re lying, Sabine.” “If I am, you’ll find out soon enough, because your asses will be in trouble. Now let me go to bed.” I went to my dresser and pulled out a nightgown. I looked at them, stripped and slipped off my clothes, then put the nightgown on and got into my bed. I turned my face to wall and began to cry, silently. I didn’t know if I had done the right thing or not. But, it was done now. I couldn’t take it back. I hoped that they would let up on me and not embarrass me anymore, but that wasn’t a sure thing. I just hoped I had made the right decision. The next morning the dorm mother came into our room. She crooked a finger at me and I got up in my nightgown and followed her. We went to her office and the president and a male security guard were there. “All right. Ms. Wilson has told me something of what has happened and I want you to tell us the truth. Who is doing this to you? What she has told us is that she doesn’t believe you would have done what you without being pressured. So we want to know who is doing it.” I felt uncomfortable being there, especially in my nightgown. I was thinking again. “May I ask a question?” “Yes.” “I have been told that I am an exhibitionist. If I prove that to you, will you drop this and let things be and not punish me?” “Well, ah, I don’t know.” “I can prove it to you now, but I don’t want to punished. I will assure you that I will not embarrass the college further.” The president looked at me, a fairly plain girl, quiet and obviously shy, since my face was red already. “I suppose.” “No punishment?” “No.” Ms. Wilson started to get up as she realized what I was going to do, but she was too late. I pulled up my nightgown to my shoulders and then over my head. I held it in front of me for a second and then dropped it on the floor. Then hands at my sides, naked, I slowly turned around, showing him my bare ass and then stopped, facing him and the security guard, naked. Ms. Wilson reached me and stepped in front of me and put her arms around me. “Get out.” The president and the guard got up and left, not before getting an eyeful. I was blushing and hot and started shaking. “Stupid girl, stupid, stupid, stupid. You could have told. Now it’s too late. But I think he’ll keep his promise and you won’t be punished. Get your gown back on and go back to your room. Get dressed and wear some underwear today. Tell whomever that I said you had to wear underwear and that I was going to check to be sure you did. And find a friend you can trust and tell me who it is. I will get you in that room and away from Amy.” Oh my god, she had figured something out. I was dreading going back to the room. I picked up my nightgown and slipped it on. I walked back to my room slowly. As I came in, Amy got up. “What’s going on?” “Shut up Amy. I had to prove that I did it alone, last night and again this morning. To keep you out of trouble. Shut up, just shut up.” “What happened?” “Last night I stripped in Ms. Wilson’s car to keep her from asking more questions and this morning I stripped in front of the president and a security guard and told them I was an exhibitionist. Now shut up. Ms. Wilson says I have to wear underwear and that she is going to check to be sure that I am, so get my things and let me get dressed.” Amy got up and left and returned a few minutes later with a paper bag stuffed with my bras and panties. I grabbed the bag and dumped everything on my bed and grabbed the first pair of underpants I saw. I stepped into them and pulled them up before taking off my nightgown. I put on a bra and then a skirt and blouse and left for breakfast. I was embarrassed at what I had done, but I wasn’t a squealer. I took my medicine even though I didn’t like it. After breakfast I returned to the room and Amy and Rebecca were there. “You said nothing?” “They don’t know who, but they suspect you, Amy. So just leave me alone, all right. You too, Rebecca, just leave me alone.” A few days later I was in another room with a girl a lot like me. Shy, quiet, reserved. I kept to myself a lot and studied hard but after a few days I felt like I was in a funk. I couldn’t figure it out. I tried, god I tried! A few more days and it was Friday. I went to Amy’s room after dinner. “Look, Amy, I am feeling pretty low and I want to try something. Is there a party somewhere or can you set one up with a few girls and some guys?” She looked at me. “Well, I guess I could.” She was suspicious, I couldn’t blame her. “Look, I am not trying to get back at you, Amy, I just need to find something out. All right?” “I’ll let you know.” A couple of hours later Amy came into my room. “I’ve got a thing set up. You, me and four other girls and some guys we know from college. It’s off campus.” “Fine, what time?” “I’ll get you.” I left and dressed in nice jeans and a top and underwear thank god, underwear! I waited. Amy came and got me. We left and went to this apartment off campus. We all had some drinks, yes drinks. After a while of talking and stuff I got up. “I want to play spin the bottle with my rules. I’ll go into the other room and when a guy gets a turn he is to come in there with me. No questions.” Someone got a bottle. No one knew what I intended. I went into the other room and stood, waiting. The first guy came in. “Take off my shoes.” He did and I stood up and kissed him, really well for me. I pointed at the door and he left, confused. I waited some more, until the second guy came in. “Take off my socks.” He did and I kissed him long and hard also. He left. I waited some more. The third guy came in. “Take off my top.” I stood quietly as he looked at me. Then he walked up to me and after grasping the bottom of my top he lifted it up. I raised my arms and it went up, over my head and off. I kissed him long and hard also. I waited some more and the fourth guy came in. He stared at me standing in jeans and a bra. I looked at him. “My jeans.” He fiddled with the snap and unzipped me, and then he knelt and pulled them down my legs. I leaned on him with both hands and lifted my left foot, waiting until he got that leg off, then lifted my right foot. I was just in underwear now. I pulled him up and kissed him. Then I pushed him to the door. I figured that they were talking about me. The fifth guy came in and smiled at me. I lifted my arms and didn’t say a word. He walked behind me and unhooked my bra. I shivered as he pulled my arms down and lowered the bra, baring my tits. I let him take it off, leaving me in just my underpants. His arms went around me and he kissed me, frenching me and feeling my soft breasts and hard nipples on his chest. I was shivering when he left me alone once again. The sixth guy came in and stopped. He hadn’t believed the others, I guess. I held out my arms and he came into them. I kissed him hard and moved his hands down my underpants. He understood then. He pushed them down until they fell to my ankles. I stepped out of them. I kissed him again and let him squeeze my naked ass. “One more turn for every guy.” I pushed him towards the door. He really didn’t want to go, but he knew he was coming back. He left. As each one came back in, I let them look, touch my breasts only, tease my nipples with their fingers and hold my bare ass as they kissed me. Then I gave them the piece of my clothes that they had removed earlier and sent them back. After all of them had a feel of me and a naked kiss and I had no clothes to put on, I took a deep breath and walked out to where everyone was. The girls and guys all knew that I was naked but they didn’t expect me to come out naked. But I did. And I was feeling better than I had for days and days. I stayed naked and waited on them all, bringing drinks and letting them look. I felt empowered and even though a couple of the girls were obviously unhappy with me, I was happier than I had been for days. I didn’t go in the bedroom and “pull the train”, like some of you wish. I didn’t let them finger me except for teasing my breasts. I just let them strip me and then see me naked. The guys left. It was just the girls now. “Look, I had to find out. I just like being naked, all right? No one got hurt, most everyone seems happy and if one the guys was a boyfriend, I am sorry. Tell me and I will apologize and not fool with him anymore. But I had to find out. Now I know. Amy, let’s go back. I got dressed and we left. “Amy, no more fucking with my mind. I’ll do things, I’ll get naked, but no more shit where I am not happy. If I say no, drop it. You’ll get to see me naked in front of people and I may do some stupid things where I could get caught, but on my terms, OK? I just can’t deal with being uptight and scared of what you are going to do with me. And don’t forget, I kept your ass out of trouble.” She didn’t say anything. We got back to the dorm and I went to my room and she to hers. A few minutes later, she and Rebecca showed up. My roommate didn’t really know me. “So, you’ll do shit, but only if you want to, Sabine?” “Yes. And no pressure and no forcing me. I just found out I like it. You’ll get your views of me but on my terms.” They left. My roommate looked at me. She had been in bed, but now was sitting up looking at me. “What was that all about?” “Remember the story about the girl running into our dorm naked and no one would say who it was?” “Well, yeah…” “It was me. I kept some people from getting into big time trouble because Ms. Wilson caught me. She got me away from some people that she thought were doing things to me. And I got down and I had to find out for myself. So tonight I did.” “What do you mean?” “Promise nothing gets said?” “Promise.” “I went to a party tonight. We played spin the bottle and I let the guys there undress me. Until just a half-hour ago, I was naked with six guys and five girls and they were all dressed. And I liked it. I liked it a lot. So I probably will do it again.” She just looked at me. I smiled at her and stripped off all my clothes and climbed into bed naked. “Good night.”

Stephanie Unmasked by William_Wood Stephanie Unmasked Pt. 04 The masquerade ends in unthinkable exposure for prudish girl. The party seemed to be rowdier than when she had left it. More than half the guests were dancing now, including various rather intimate looking pairs, and circles of showy women, shadowed by a few lads trying to get involved (and mostly succeeding). Neither the steps nor the accompanying music resembled something as elegant as ballroom anymore. Stephanie Vice spotted Mikayla dancing with two men. Well, 'dancing' was being generous. She was basically a piece of near-nude meat caught in a tuxedo sandwich, and seemed happy enough to be there. A closer look at her made Stephanie's jaw drop. She was slowly grinding her ass onto the front of one man's pants, who held her there by her hips. The other man stood close, facing her, his arms reaching past her shoulders to lock onto his buddy's. Mikayla was holding onto his waist, but as Steph watched, she brushed a hand over the front of his pants. It wasn't exactly subtle, but apparently nobody, security or otherwise, was of a mind to interfere. Stephanie watched a little longer, observing how she stroked him only ever so slowly, in time with her grinding against the man-post behind her. "I suppose that's what you would call a cock tease," Stephanie said to nobody in particular. "I'll say it again for that woman. Fearless! But where's her date?" She glanced about, and eventually spotted Jerome Masterson's stunning white and gold getup in a quiet corner, surrounded by a rather sober looking bunch who all seemed to want their slice of his time. What kind of reasons they may have held for placing him in such high esteem befogged her. 'Mysterious Leader'. He may have denied his worthiness of the title, but it held true enough from where Stephanie stood. And her brief conversation with him earlier had done little to alleviate her curiosity towards her benefactor. "He's not concerned about Mikayla's behaviour, though. They really aren't together. Maybe, hopefully, she hasn't told him what we did." "Such a fine lady shouldn't be by herself, let alone talking with only herself." It was a young man with a huge, infectious grin, and Steph found herself returning his smile. Like she could ever again be embarrassed by something as trivial as holding a conversation with one's self! The man held up two full champagne flutes, and offered one to Stephanie. You've had quite enough to drink. Time for a water! She opened her mouth to make an excuse, but the man stopped her with a finger to her lips. "Nor should she be without a drink in hand on such a night. Though if you're like me, you're thinking it's time to slow down?" "I was going to say that." "Well let's make a pact, you and I. One more, and only one. Last chance to savour the taste of free Dom Pérignon." Stephanie considered he might be trouble to say no to, but his charm was compelling enough that she took the glass. Though, she told herself that she need not drink it all. "To charity," he proposed cheerfully. Stephanie winced at hearing the word, but they shared a chink and she took a small sip. She listened to the man's slightly impaired but largely emboldened capacity for conversation for a while. He was there with his girlfriend, but he had grown weary of the dance floor since she had apparently taken to showing him the shoulder in favour of dancing with other ladies. Stephanie figured he just singled her out in the hope that his wife might glance their way and know a little jealousy. In any case he was harmless enough, though she had no real interest in him, available or not. But other men and women came by and joined in the chat, and she found herself wandering to other groups and meeting a lot of people. Occasionally she stole a glance towards the Jerome Masterson fan club. Just once, her heart pressed against the top of her ribcage when she found him staring right back at her. His ivory-look enamel mask failed to disguise the piercing hold of his large dark eyes, and Stephanie had a squirmish thought that the fabric of her dress had turned completely transparent under his gaze. Perhaps through her skin and bone as well, and right into the mischievous sexual being that was clawing its way out of her tonight. She retained enough composure to look away immediately. Well, not so immediately that her awkwardness would be obvious. She hoped. At some point she noticed Brad and Mia mingling amongst the various little groups. No more energetic dancing from those two, and she awarded herself zero points for hazarding a guess as to why. By her reckoning, they had been absent for a very long time. It was 11:00pm when the music slowly faded to next to nothing, and there came an announcement. "Ladies and Gentleman, your attention please. The time has finally come, for the much anticipated charity auction!" There were enthusiastic cheers from most of the room, though some women quieted, suddenly looking rather nervous. Stephanie, naturally, fell into the latter category. A display stand was set up on the first landing of the elaborate staircase that was the main feature of the Auream Grand's Great Hall and ballroom, and an unfamiliar girl in a black skirt and jacket was arranging stacks of large canvases upon it. When she was done, there were two stacks facing the crowd, with a blank sheet of paper at the front of each, so that those below couldn't see the first images yet. "Please, allow me to explain how this will work," the man, whose voice had served as announcer for the evening, meandered down to the landing with a wireless microphone. "At the commencement of each lot, my beautiful assistant Lisa will reveal the full size canvas depicting the lovely lady whose glamorous portfolio you are bidding on. Each lot includes the prints and portfolio only. It doesn't entitle you to any special time with the subject, ok, fellas?" "Unless I buy my wife's one myself!" Someone in the crowd blurted it out, and Stephanie cringed. He wasn't particularly witty; she had already heard people talking about how they planned to win their own lots. But in the spirit of the cause, they would see to it that others didn't get out of it cheaply. "Yes, quite," the MC-made-auctioneer agreed shortly. "Now, as you see on the stand, each lot has a second canvas, which we hope will serve as an incentive for your generosity tonight. More specifically, Lisa will only reveal it once the bidding reaches five thousand dollars. Think of it as meeting a reserve in order to unlock a bonus item. For any lots that do not reach this reserve, the bonus canvas will instead be destroyed. A regrettable waste, I'm so very sorry to say." There were many excited murmurs from amongst the crowd. They can't mean - surely not. Nope. The woman introduced as Lisa tore the piece of paper obscuring the first canvas, marking the start of the first auction. The subject was a beautiful red-head, tall and leggy, with pale skin suitably marred by countless, cute little freckles. She was wearing a long gown of burnt blood-orange. Natalie had somehow brought out extraordinary brightness in her blue eyes that gazed on from behind a simple, but functional mask. The pose was playful, with her stiletto's removed and hanging over one hand, and the other dangerously close to tipping a near-empty champagne flute. Her body language suggested an intention to retire to the nearby armchair. The bidding started at $100 and quickly went up to $1,000, courtesy of the woman's husband. She hadn't spoken to them, but that fiery hair and tall, elegant stature had caught her eye on a few occasions. Like many others with cheaper masks, she was no longer wearing hers. She was smiling nervously while twirling a ginger lock in her fingers. The bidding continued, with the $5,000 bid coming immediately after $4,000. The bidder was not the woman's husband, but that did not stop (or perhaps it encouraged) an enthusiastic cheer from those gathered. Stephanie did not cheer. She had a bad feeling about this. "Thank you sir, for bringing us up to the reserve for the bonus. Lisa, you may now reveal the subject's second canvas." His assistant smiled broadly, and tore the paper away. There were gasps among the audience, and then, wolf whistles and applause. Fuck. They did. They really, actually did! In the second canvas, the 'subject' had certainly made herself comfortable on the armchair. She appeared to be sleeping, still holding the champagne flute, although it hung upside down over the side of the chair from her loosely dangling arm. However, those details were largely out of focus. The true subject of the photo was most definitely her legs, and... in between them. She sat towards the edge of the large armchair, and was leaning back into a corner of the support. One of her legs hung over the upholstered arm, while the other was stretched out straight, creating a daring spread that Natalie had exploited in high resolution. The photo was taken level with the cushion upon which the girl sat, pointed straight between her thighs. Her long gown should have covered that part of her, but she was holding the hem up against her belly, deliberately exposing herself. Stephanie admired all the fine details in terrible awe. This woman wore panties. Not a g-string - panties. But they were the nude coloured, seamless type - the sort that would have been perfect for Stephanie if she had only thought to buy such a thing ahead of time. Panties or no, the view was highly erotic. The pure ivory of her thighs was a striking contrast to the darker coloured dress, and it was clear that she retained her natural allotment of pubic hair. I really am the only person classless enough to have got that removed, aren't I? Aside from the clear indentation of a full bush into the ultra thin nylon, the tips of long ginger strands escaped the edges of her panties and stood out against her inner thighs. They probably could have been tucked behind the material easily enough, but Stephanie wondered if Natalie had asked the girl for the precise opposite arrangement for the sake of her controversial shot. But perhaps the most embarrassing part was the dime-sized spot of moisture that turned the almost nude coloured material dark and transparent. Right in front of the woman's vagina. "This lot is entitled, 'Sweet Dreams'. Bidding will now resume, with the gentleman at the back currently leading with five thousand." The bids continued for 'Sweet Dreams', although they were trickling in slowly at increments of just $100. Stephanie watched the girl - the redhead, wondering how she was coping with such embarrassment. She seemed ok all considered, repeatedly glancing at the photo, giggling and burying her face in her husband's sleeve. Each time a man in the room upped the bid she would spin and gawk at the culprit. She didn't seem upset with them; her expression was more one of wonder for these strangers who found her appealing enough to offer up such sums of cash. The lot was 'going twice at $7,900' to the man who first pushed it to $5,000, before the redhead's husband finally swooped in with a panicked bid of $8,000, securing him the win. Even Stephanie could tell he was at the limit of what he was prepared to spend, and that the real reason for his final bid was the firm grip his wife had under his crotch. He was still wincing in pain as he tried to smile for the applause following his victory. Stephanie bit her lip, for the couple sparked her imagination. Would the girl show some appreciation to her rescuer later on tonight? Perhaps not, she guessed. The redhead was yet to relinquish her cruel grip on him, and he seemed to just take the punishment with a tortured sneer, but didn't try to break free. Perhaps this kind of treatment was common in their bedroom? Stephanie silently wished the man a long and uncomfortable night of swollen, achy testicles. He obviously had money, so he shouldn't have even been toying with the idea of conceding that photo to another man's collection. Jeez, who am I? Where did I even come up with that! Lot #2 featured the giggly friend of the girl in the yellow dress from the bathroom. Stephanie felt concerned for her, being a bit overweight, and subjected to something like this. But, Natalie had captured her looking joyous in one of her torrents of laughter, and, perhaps helped by a seductive glimpse of cleavage, bidding soon reached $5,000. At that point it became apparent to Steph that each sale ought to fetch at least that much. The second photograph was as shocking as the redhead's, with the girl perched on the back of the barstool, her medium length skirts pulled out so that she was mostly sitting on her bare thighs. Naturally, the photo was taken from behind and beneath. Instead of trying to disguise the girl's big butt, Natalie had emphasised it by forcing it to spill over the edge of the stool. Her ass looked huge in the photo frame! The men loved it, and the final result didn't fall all that far short of the redhead's. Next up was 'yellow dress', and Stephanie was rather relieved, but also slightly disappointed, that the naughtier photo of her squatting right over the lens had not been the one selected for the bonus canvas. Instead, it was a more candid looking upskirt shot. The girl wore a thong, and her buttocks were firm and nicely rounded, partially obscured by the fall of her dress about her legs. And then Stephanie made a connection - she had seen those girls fairly late in the evening, and it seemed reasonable that they were auctioning these in the reverse order from the time at which they were taken. As if they were printed out in a big stack, and now the auctioneer was simply working through that stack. Which makes me lucky last. Stephanie dared enough to hope that her contribution had been finalised hours ago, and lay at the bottom of the stack. There was no way they would have printed out one of those photos in the large size. They shouldn't have even had time. And, Natalie had promised that she would just include them as loose sheets at the back of her completed booklet. However, Natalie had never mentioned that the whole party would get to see the more risque shots she had been asked to take. The auctions went on, always fetching at least $5,000, so that everyone could hoot and holler when the upskirt photos were revealed. Stephanie too was drawn to the erotica strongly enough, but her anxiety for her coming turn stopped her from sharing in the excitement of what seemed like every other person, even the women being exploited. Each of the 'money shots' were bold, and sexy. Some focused on a girl's buttocks, some, like with the redhead's, captured the crotch area. And others were the classic upskirt view, the camera positioned between the feet. Many were especially rude in some way or another, but all of them were glamorous. A few others joined the redhead with damp stamps on their panties, but these stopped after a while (as they got to photos taken earlier in the night, Stephanie considered). Some had pubic hair partially escaping the narrow material of their thongs, but despite her earlier self-chastising, Stephanie realised that the majority of these women seemed well groomed down there. When they got to Mikayla's turn, Stephanie was again taken aback by how brazen the European beauty was, how completely uninhibited. The first photo, as might have been expected, had been sure to capture the golden jewelled snakes that served as her only covering above the waist (except for the gorgeous mask Jerome Masterson had gifted to her). Natalie could have posed Mikayla so that her nipples were covered for the shot, but apparently she had instead sought to show them off as much as possible. The bids got up to $5,000 in short order, and the second canvas was unveiled. Mikayla had been standing tall on her long legs and stilettos, but bending over to lean on the little cocktail table. Stephanie recalled that Natalie had told her about this, and she hadn't been exaggerating when she said it was hot. Her short skirt might have been enough to cover her ass from the back, but naturally the shot was taken from a little underneath. Mikayla was a model, and her bottom was nothing too outrageous to behold. However, she seemed very relaxed for the shot, and the black string of her thong was clearly visible between well defined cheeks. And a string was all it was - so barely there that the soft, wrinkled tissue surrounding her anus was captured in a display that while frightfully lewd, conveyed a certain innocence. Mikayla probably hadn't realised that the photo included a peek of that part of her. It didn't really seem fair to Stephanie since there was nothing amiss about the way she wore the g-string. If it had been her, she was sure she would have been completely ignorant. But we've already established I'm completely ignorant about g-strings. Or I wouldn't have turned up to this ball a pantyless slut! That lot settled at $14,750, a donation that impressed everybody in the crowd. Stephanie noticed that although Jerome Masterson once again stood by Mikayla's side as her date, he had not bid on her photos personally. Had he even bid on any lots, in that case? Soon after that, Mia materialised by Stephanie's side. She seemed to have a talent for materialisation. She too no longer had her mask on, and she smiled at Stephanie, who nervously returned one as best as she could. Does she know? I bet she knows. She knows I was watching them, and she's going to call me on it. "Shit, that asshole!" Mia whisper-yelled harshly. She looked uncomfortable, squirming with her legs together, and looking down the front of her dress with concern. Did Brad make good on his threat? Was his... stuff... coming out of her, and causing her problems? With that thought, Stephanie felt a little more powerful. Now Mia was the one embarrassed by the situation under her dress, and Stephanie was the one who saw right through her. It hadn't helped the poor girl that her turn in the auction had been up there among the most indecent. Perhaps inspired by her tango performance at the start of the night, the bids went up higher than most. The photo under her dress had been the classic kind of upskirt shot, but zoomed in close, creating an emphasis on an obnoxious bulge against her skimpy red g-string. Stephanie had of course spied on the woman with her underwear removed, and she appreciated how her wild pubic hair, along with the thick lips of her labia, would create such a look. Though, she doesn't even have that g-string on anymore, does she? There had been plenty of appreciation around the room, with a few 'what an ass!' comments within Stephanie's ear shot. She too admired Mia's toned, golden bubble-butt, and the bidding had closed well over ten thousand, though not quite reaching the record set by Mikayla's lot. She hadn't had eyes on Brad, but as far as she could tell he had not even tried to compete in the bidding war to safeguard his lover's honour. But it was Mia's discomfort in this moment that emboldened Stephanie. It was probably the first time she had held any advantage all night, and she was taken by a sudden whim to exercise that power. She placed her hand on Mia's arm, earning the girl's attention. Her dark features were as wild as they were lovely. And, following her comment, she really did look kind of mad! "Mia, are you ok? Did... did Brad make good on his threat?" There was a hesitation, and then Mia's eyes widened with recognition, and she put her hand over Stephanies and gave it a squeeze. "Oh my God, it was you!" "I'm so sorry, I wouldn't have, but I just came by and you know the door was open, and-" "It's ok," Mia cut her off. "Honestly, I was pretty fucking nervous that someone had been watching, and it was worse that they just ran off. But I'm actually glad it was you, better than some random creepy guy. But you know-" Mia let her hand go, only to touch her palm to Stephanie's face, forcing her to look straight into her big, brown eyes. "It was you who inspired him in the first place. If you had made yourself known in there, he probably would have invited you to come in and watch properly." Mia slowly let her hand wander down Stephanie's neck, then over the front of her dress, briefly caressing a breast on it's way down. Stephanie blinked, but did not move. Mia's fingers made her again acutely aware of the clear impression her nipples made into the soft, thin silk. An impression surely made upon every person in attendance at some point or other this night. So much for my position of power. I just handed it straight back to her! "And you know, I love him, but," Mia's eyes lit up as she squeezed Steph's hip. "I'm also one to share my things. Were you at least touching yourself?" "No!" Mia giggled. "Oh? That's a pity. I bet you wanted to. A girl doesn't go to a party commando unless she plans on being naughty about it. Masturbating under your dress with no panties. Brad would have loved to watch that. I would have loved to watch that." Stephanie was stunned, and had no words in response. Had this woman any shame at all? The wandering hand progressed to her leg, and cut across to her inner thigh, successfully navigating the split in her dress. Then, she turned her hand, and started to stroke upwards. Stephanie looked about, and noticed a few men and women casually watching them, eyes shining with interest from behind their masks. And at that moment, a waiter came by carrying a tray of empty flutes, and Stephanie grabbed a napkin from it. "Here you go," she said, offering it to Mia, partly in consideration of the young woman's own little problem, but mostly as a friendly way to put a halt to the current proceedings. Mia gratefully accepted the offering, and, with about as much discretion as she could manage, reached into the split of her own dress to attend to things. As far as subtlety went, she failed. Their small audience still observed silently, and she must have known it. For all her bravado, Mia was now bright red across her cheeks, and she no longer had a mask on to hide it. Well, good. If she's not embarrassed by that, she's not human. "And, ladies and gentleman, this brings us to the last lot of the night. Lisa, would you please do the honours?" The auctioneer's assistant revealed the portrait, and Stephanie was presented with her own image on a 20" by 30" canvas. She suddenly felt weightless in her stomach, and it was like all the alcohol in there was absorbed into her body in an instant, making her head feel empty and sick. It's me. This is really happening. They are going to bid on my photo now, which is somehow going to sell for $5,000. But everyone will be disappointed, because... It had come up faster than she expected. Obviously, not every woman in attendance had found her way to Natalie's studio. Steph had done the math on this earlier. Natalie would have had to have spent just a few minutes on each girl if she were to get through them all, but she had instead taken her time to make each subject feel special. That, and, 50 or so lots would have taken a long time to auction off. But there was something wrong with this last lot, that being the absence of a second canvas (to Stephanie's profound relief). There came some general murmuring around the room, and she figured others were making the same connection. Stagnant Stephanie. She felt panic starting to creep in, as if she were being attacked. She found it incredible that so many girls had participated in the 'money shot' effort for the fundraising. But surely a woman didn't need to be very far along the prudish scale to refuse such an untoward proposition! Why was she the only one who hadn't participated? Except, I did in the end. "Figures," Mia murmured beside her. "In your position, I wouldn't have agreed to the upskirt snap either. And I'm still pretty shocked that they've shown them off to everyone, like this! Thank you, Mia. Validation is sweet. Despite the absence of the second canvas, the bidding quickly reached one thousand and was steadily increasing. Stephanie forced herself to swallow her apprehension enough to take a closer look at the work on display. It was one of the last photos taken during her first session with Natalie. She had been leaning her butt against the back of the arm chair, side-on to the camera, the split side of her gown accommodating a generous peek at a creamy thigh. Her hands were pulling the violet silk away from her chest, and a large amount of a supple breast was exposed, her areola just barely still obscured from the scrutinising camera lens. The polished emerald surface of her mask sparkled, with the long, crooked beak turned up towards the ceiling. 'Little witch'. It's fitting, alright. And that's what they should name it. The bidding exceeded three thousand, and Stephanie felt her mouth losing moisture while ants scurried all over her skin. They knew there wasn't going to be a 'bonus', but they were still bidding higher than she valued herself. And that made her feel uncomfortable and guilty. At least, no bonus that they know about. Yet. At this point she held no doubt that the nude photos would indeed be included as a few loose pages added to her portfolio. Perfectly convenient for someone to frame for their man cave, photocopy and circulate to their friends, scan and upload to the internet... Bidding did appear to be slowing down, when someone appeared in the vicinity of the auctioneer. A girl in a black cocktail dress. Natalie. And, she was holding another large canvas. She handed it to Lisa, and after a brief, private conversation with the auctioneer, she hurried off. She hadn't searched Stephanie out in the crowd, and the guilty look on the girl's face filled her with trepidation. "Wonderful bidders, my gracious, generous patrons, it seems there is a hmmm, eleventh hour development with this final lot. We have a bonus canvas for you after all. Apparently, this particular young lady had been the very first to make her contribution to the cause, but hadn't yet enjoyed enough of the cellar's offerings to entertain all of our photographer's requests." There were a few chuckles and giggles, and people nodded their understanding for how Stephanie might have felt some three or four hours ago. No. No way. No, no, no fucking way. "However, I'm pleased to say, our subject came around in the end, in fact the ink on this one was barely dry in time for the sale. It is entitled, 'Blossoming Butterfly'. Ladies and Gentleman, I believe we were at $3,400, courtesy of the gentleman in the crimson tuxedo." Mia enquired softly by her side, "Stephanie? Did you really?" Stephanie bit her lip and nodded. She tried to speak, but her tongue was now a stiff, dry biscuit. She swallowed, and tried again. "Right at the end. I hid in the studio when I ran from Brad, and, so that I could stay there for a few minutes-" "-What on earth? It's not like Brad even chased you. He just shut the door and, you know... he had more pressing needs than finding the culprit. And that photographer - she's on a commission right? A percent or two of the auction sales, I heard someone say." Stephanie barely heard Mia's comments; they weren't helpful anyway. The photos had been taken for one reason, and one reason only. Because Stephanie had wanted it. She had wanted Natalie to see her, along with whichever gentleman purchased the photos. That was the deal, or so she had been led to believe. The bidding reached $4,750. Another waiter came by, and there was one full champagne flute on his tray. Stephanie reached for it and virtually poured it down her throat, surprising herself that she could so quickly drink something that was so cold, carbonated and alcoholic at the same time. Her head spun like a gravitron, though that may have been the case even before the sudden influx of more poison. The waiter eyed her with concern, and she slammed her glass back onto the tray. "Please," she said to him. "My name is Stephanie Vice, could you be so kind as to run and collect my belongings from the cloak room?" "Ah, yes, certainly, Miss Vice. You seem a little distressed, might I ask what I'll be looking for?" "Just an envelope with my room keys in it. And yes, I am in a hurry. Please, as fast as you can. Kind sir!" The waiter nodded, and, with no liquids left on his tray, cut an efficient path zig-zagging through the crowd. "You're going to do a runner?" Stephanie nodded without facing Mia. Her brain was being ravaged inside a washing machine, and she didn't want to look at anybody in this ballroom anymore. Dizzy, she leaned her forehead into the back of her hand, which felt quite cool by comparison. She could only imagine how she must look; even her trusty mask wouldn't contain her emotion this time. "It's ok sweetie, everyone else had their turn, you'll be fine." It was a male voice somewhere near her, but she didn't even search out the face to offer him the scowl of death she felt within. "And thank you sir, that makes $5,000, so I'm happy to say the reserve for the bonus item has been met. Lisa, one last time, if you would please!" Stephanie believed that she didn't want to look, but ultimately she couldn't stop herself from lifting her eyes in time to witness the unveiling. Lisa had a dumb bimbo smile on her stupid face as she tore at the paper covering, like she was presenting something as inoffensive as a child's finger painting. The canvas was revealed. And then. Complete silence. But after that, an almighty cheer rose up amongst the crowd. Someone took her hand, and squeezed it reassuringly. "I guess we're even, then." Stephanie returned Mia's squeeze, and dared to behold the spectacle at the podium. There it was - her upskirt photo, and not just any. It was surely the very last one Natalie had taken, the one where Stephanie had done the naughtiest pose, with her legs spread like a porn star. A moment of such unprecedented stupidity that she could scarcely believe it was really her. A moment inspired by a sudden, uncharacteristic desire to advance her participation in matters of sensuality. Except that fate had captured her in her brief lapse, and now punished her by sharing it with the world. The main subject of the photo was a clear view of her ass, spread wide by her posture and framing her bare-naked vulva. The silliest thing she realised as she stared in abject horror, was that she didn't even recognise her own genitals. Not really, not like this. Her lips were delicate, pinkish-brown flanges that curled back over her labia majora, exposing the soft flesh of her vaginal walls which were a well of creamy girl-cum. "A butterfly pussy," she heard someone nearby murmur. "And a real nice one too." I thought we all just had vaginas. Since when did men feel it necessary to create classifications for them! The bidding resumed, though Stephanie barely heard them. They seemed to be taking their time, drawing out the worst moment of her life for as long as possible. Like every other person in the room, Stephanie continued to stare at the pornography. The beauty technician had certainly done her job the previous day, with not a single stray hair or millimetre of stubble for her private areas to hide amongst. Her labia really did look like butterfly wings, tapered at her vagina and flaring out in line with her little clitoral hood, which might have been the creature's soft little head. Her lips looked kind of wrinkly towards the edges. She hadn't had any idea. Had never desired to take such a close look. "Are you still that wet, little witch?" Brad had at some point crept up behind her, and his lewd remark was met with an immediate smack in the chest from Mia. But Stephanie found herself nodding slightly. Her capacity for reason had evaporated along with her dignity, and all she could do was be honest. To Brad and Mia. To everyone here. To herself. She was Stephanie Vice, 22 years old, and she was ready to share her precious virgin body - but she had only wanted it to be with the right person. As for Brad's comment - it was bad enough that the little puddle of her concentrated juices were basically centred in the photo, but the same thing that she had cleaned up in the bathroom had happened again as well. As a lady walks, her thighs rub together. Without underwear, things like this can happen. Her drippings can get worked into a lather and then stick between her bits, and in this case that obscene silken thread was back, adjoining one of her 'butterfly wings', onto a large smear on her inner thigh. It didn't really mean anything, other than that she had been getting rather worked up down there from the untoward incidents leading up to her second visit to that damn studio. But they love it. Bidding had already exceeded ten grand, and didn't seem to be letting up. There were many interested parties for the grand finale. Where was that waiter with her room keys? There was no need for her to stay and find out which among these perverts was the least satisfied with having such a good gawk now; these men who felt like they needed to revisit her disgrace again when they got home, as often as they wanted and for as long as they lived. Brad started up again, undeterred by Mia's tendency to respond instantly with violence to any comments she deemed inappropriate. "I have mixed feelings about this, little witch. I liked being about the only person to figure out your cheeky secret. Now everyone knows, even if they didn't bother to meet you. Doesn't seem fair. But on the other hand, now I don't have to imagine anymore. I mean damn, you even got a cute little butt-hole too!" Mia's blows rained down upon him again, this time targeting his groin. "You're so gross! And mean!" "What? Her taint looks really sweet, and I wanna taste it. I bet she tastes better than you, slut." There was the sound of Brad suffering through some kind of agony, but Stephanie didn't turn to look at the quarrelsome, if passionate pair of lovers. She could no longer care less what they said or did. Her eyes dragged up the image to her 'cute little butt-hole', as Brad had called it. Another part of her that she hadn't felt a need to study before. She had spread her legs widely enough that her ass cheeks opened around it. A tightly sealed pit surrounded by pinkish-brown wrinkles. It was her dirtiest, most private part. And now, exposed for all the world to have an opinion on. Ok, I'm ready to check out. Of life. "Thirty thousand," a voice called from the back of the room. Stephanie blinked, realising that someone had just doubled the bid. Someone really wanted this picture, and whatever other snaps awaited within the pages of her portfolio. They wanted it badly enough to part with an obscene sum of money! Stephanie shook her head to try and clear her nausea, and gazed over towards their high roller. And her mouth dropped. It was Jerome Masterson himself. Her boss whom she revered as Mysterious Leader, and the founder of the very charity he was preparing to donate to. The one person Stephanie had been confident would not be bidding on her prize. In fact, she reflected that he had not participated in making a single bid until now. Why now? Why her? The auctioneer was very excited about the latest bid. However, there was otherwise general silence. Who would want to compete with Jerome Masterson in the first place, and especially after he had just doubled the price of the highest previous lot? That racy prize had featured Mikayla - his own date that evening - and every person in the room would have noticed that he had abstained from bidding on even that one. "Thirty thousand going once... going twice!" And then, it dawned on Stephanie, the real reason for Jerome's participation. It wasn't that he was a pervert, or that he sought some kind of extra control over her as her boss. This was a mercy. 30,000 mercies. By bringing the auction to a swift close, the picture would finally be taken away. Stephanie's humiliation would endure as a life-long scar, but at least this present, excruciating moment would at last fizzle out. "Thirty thousand going three times. And? Sold! To our gracious host and generous benefactor, thank you so very much sir!" Lisa stacked the first canvas over the diabolical second, and added them to the stack to be distributed among the auction winners. Stephanie looked back over at Jerome Masterson, but couldn't read his expressionless, masked face. She swallowed, and bit her lip. She couldn't just let this slide. He had just committed to $30,000, just out of pity for her! She had to do something. Say something. Anything! And so, Stephanie Vice, the once prudish and shy clerk, plucked the courage to worm her way through the crowd to where her Mysterious Leader stood. Mikayla had vacated from his side. She didn't know where the woman whom she had shared her first passionate kiss with was, but she was kind of glad. It was bad enough speaking to anybody she knew at this point. And just where was that waiter?! "Mr Masterson-" "-Jerome," he corrected her for the second time with a calm, kind voice. She looked up at his face, the white and gold enamel moulded perfectly over his skin. She let the intimidating aura of his devilishly curved goat horns wash over her, and she shuddered. But, his brown eyes were soft and human, and were focused solely on her now. Those eyes that, only moments ago, had been lingering over that most damning canvas. Only a few glimpses of his flesh were left bare by his suit - his hands, his neck, up to his chin and around his mouth. His skin was dark, yet glowed with the power that she allowed him over her. Despite her present personal turmoil, Stephanie almost lost her breath as she again took in this beautiful man up close. Her humiliation had not diminished her arousal - if anything, it had made it worse. If her need earlier in the night was a mild tickle that she had tolerated, it was now a desperate itch that would be scratched one way or another the moment she was back in her room. Her vagina was radiating heat enough to combat the ballroom's substantial air conditioning, and from the slickness she felt between her thighs, she had no doubt that a few more of those obnoxious 'threads' had formed. "I don't know, I mean. What am I supposed to-" "It's ok, you don't have to say anything. It was my fault for allowing this to happen. Don't let the establishment of my fund fool you; I'm no saint, as you can tell." "Umm, well, thank you, anyway. First the mask and then the room, and now, this? It's too much, actually. I'm overwhelmed. You've overwhelmed me tonight, Mr Jerome Masterson. And there's nothing I can do to repay you." "That's not true. I purchased that last lot because I wanted it. I have a few pieces of art in my home, but nothing quite so erotic. I hope you won't think this affects the way I perceive you, Miss Vice. But you are very lovely, and I wanted the artwork for myself. I'm going to rename it though, may God forgive the sacrilege. But 'Blossoming Butterfly' just reeks of crass. I think it should be, 'Stephanie Unmasked'. Yes. I'll have a little plaque done up to accompany the two frames." Stephanie swallowed. It was a good name, but she refused to admit it to him. "Is that so? I guess it would be a lot for me to ask you to tear it up the moment they hand it over." She spoke with something that bordered on sarcasm, but he responded only with a crooked smile. Not good enough. She wanted to leave a proper impression to accompany his prize, and had to snuff out the petulance. "Jerome? If you... if you think I'm beautiful, why not ask to see my face? I can tell you now, all of the pictures in my 'portfolio' have my mask on. It has been my lifeline tonight, to tell the truth. But, I could take it off now. You know, for my dashing white knight." Oh God. Too much? "Not necessary, Miss Vice. It seems we've attracted quite the audience, and I think you might appreciate your anonymity a little longer. Perhaps I'll see your face properly some other time?" "Miss Vice?" It was the waiter, finally returned. "I do apologise for the delay. Someone had tucked the envelope into another person's jacket for safe keeping, and I had to track them down to get to the bottom of it." He handed her the thin package, bowed, and left. Stephanie bit her lip, as she had many times tonight. Usually right before she did something stupid and against the grain of expectations that was the established, 'stagnant' Stephanie Vice. That's right, I have two keys now. She had left hers in the hotel room, and had acquired the spares from reception. There were three adults booked in her suite, so the hotel had prepared as many key cards. Stephanie opened the envelope, and took a slice of plastic from it. Time to do something stupid! "Perhaps, Jerome, you would like to see me... 'unmasked' sooner than later? I'll never be dolled up this well again, I assure you." She stretched her arm out to him, offering the spare key to her room. She was sure he wouldn't take it, and that all she would accomplish was to dig her great old hole even deeper. He wants pictures of your vagina for his art collection, but he doesn't want to know you. You're just an employee, a lowly clerk. What do you hope to achieve with this, the dumbest stunt you've pulled all night? But Jerome smiled, took the card from her gently, and added it to his jacket pocket. His skin was refreshingly cool compared to her own mess of burning flesh, and she resisted the urge to grab onto his hand. "If you'll excuse me, Miss Vice. I have lots of farewells to attend to, and thanks to you - I'm sure there will be many curious enquiries to quell." He didn't say anything about what she had just done. Did he just take the card to be polite? Before too many people noticed what the pantyless vixen was up to now? No more questions. Time to go. Steph turned from Jerome, who was already engaged with the first 'curious enquiry', and headed for the grand stairs that were her path to the elevators, and her room. Every step of the way, the guests noticed her, paused their conversations, and allowed her passage. They treated her to encouraging smiles, and many made comments regarding her 'beauty' or 'courage' or 'generosity'. Stephanie didn't care for their paper-thin gestures of support, and flatly ignored the throngs of people, unapologetically leaving it all behind her. And as she climbed the great staircase, she was again all too aware of the cool air caressing her naked, wet sex beneath her dress. But this time, every person at the party could see through her. She could feel dozens of eyes watching her bare back, and her thinly veiled posterior. As she treaded higher, above their heads, she wondered if they could see up her dress. Though they needn't bother, not anymore. There is no more mystery to me. I might as well lift my skirt up to my waist right now. Amuse them one more time for my grand exit. Stephanie did no such thing of course, but she did in that moment catch herself smiling. What she could possibly have been pleased about, she couldn't explain. Only that the thrill she had felt for most of the night was still following her as she departed the ballroom. Everybody had 'seen' her, and she had survived. In the moment she had fancied that she would be better off smited from existence, but now that her humiliation was downgraded to a memory, albeit her most recent one? Embarrassment was no longer her prevailing emotion. A certain need had become pressing indeed, and she had best make good time back to her room, lest it start to drip all the way down her leg. Steph rode the elevator alone, and took the time to again consider what clothes she had brought along for such a brief trip. For going to bed in. I might receive a late night visitor. Other than her travel clothes, and what had turned out to be painfully redundant sets of knickers, she had only her dull flannelette pyjamas. She scrunched her nose at the thought of ever wearing those again. Stephanie Vice had changed in a way there would be no going back from. She understood this in a moment of clarity as she considered her sleep attire. There was a mirror at the back of the lift, and she found herself admiring the menacing look of her mask one last time. The emerald enamel reflected the bright light above; it exuded a radiance to match the excitement boiling within her. She traced that cruel looking beak with her finger, and cracked a sly smile. "Stephanie Unmasked, eh? I can work with that." Jerome Masterson had come up with it, but he hadn't been referring to his fine gift to her a few weeks prior. But, certainly, many masks had been peeled from her mind and body over the course of this adventure. And that led her to a decision regarding her bedroom attire. The moment she was back in her suite, Jerome's beautiful gift would serve as her sole article of covering. Her heart raced. What if he really comes! Steph's mind did a throwback to several hours ago, when she had been interrupted while entertaining this very scenario, only then it has been nothing more than an innocent fantasy. It seemed like much longer ago, but she hadn't forgotten how good it had felt to touch herself in the bathtub. She blushed to recall how that indulgence had been to blame for her accidental exposure to the hair and makeup artists. In hindsight, that private time of self discovery had set the precedence for the entire evening. Perhaps I should go back there... Yes! She would refill the bath, and continue where she had left off. No holding back this time. She thought of Brad and Mia in that private little office, and how audible Mia's complaints had been after she invited him to fuck her hard over the desk. Maybe I'll be a little loud, too.. She giggled to herself, and said aloud, "well, why not? It's late, and there won't be any interruptions this time." Except maybe one... *Ping!* The elevator doors opened, and Stephanie sauntered out and down the hall. The fancy brass handle to her luxury suite was in sight. "If he does come? Well, I'm as ready as I'll ever be." She laughed, and called out her final challenge. "Stagnant Stephanie indeed!"

Studying Abroad byTiffany8© Studying Abroad Pt. 01 ***** Jaime had been preparing for this trip for what had felt like years but really had only been a couple of months. She had been packing her bags for the last two weeks to make sure she had everything since she was going to Fiji to study abroad. She knew anything that she did not have it would be difficult to obtain within a timely manner. She was just finishing up in the shower and figured it was time to shave her pussy hair since she figured bikini season was an all year thing in Fiji. She decided to keep a little landing strip no more than an inch long and no thicker than a pencil. She looked at it and approved since this was the sexiest styling she had ever done to her pussy hair. Her outfit for the flight was a comfy yet cute one: a floral, tube-top dress that came to mid thigh. The inner lining functioned as a bra so no bra was needed and it was too tight to wear with any panties even her no-show thongs would show through. She sarcastically cursed her wide hips and thick ass for forcing to go commando. She looked at herself in the mirror and already loved that her ass looked firm yet plump and the dress was still very modest. She normally didn't go without any underwear but she wanted to look cute, be comfortable, and she would be sitting for most of this journey. Jaime double checked her luggage one final time making sure plenty of bras and underwear were packed and the rest of her warmer climate wardrobe was packed. Jaime slightly jumped at the sound of a knock on her apartment door. It was her mom and immediately she embraced Jaime with all her might and began to cry. Jaime was the only child and since her mom was a divorcee Jaime was all she had. Even living away from her mother, Jaime was still a 5 minute drive away.  Jaime felt tears welling up at the sight of her own mother crying and told her holding back her tears "Mom, I'll be alright I promise. You have to promise me to take care of yourself. You should really try to get a boyfriend while you are at it or maybe just a cat." Her mom chuckled at Jaime's comment while wiping away her own tears. Her mother had confidence in her daughter but this was the first time Jaime had even been outside the state let alone the country by herself. Her mom made sure she had plenty of everything and hinted at undergarments to her daughter. She told her that you can never have to many panties. Jaime said, "I made sure I have plenty of everything, Mom. I'm just so excited to actually be able to have this opportunity. I cannot believe my school is giving me the opportunity to study abroad." Her mom embraced her once more and the tears began to flow. This time Jaime could not hold back her own tears because leaving her mom was one of the hardest things she has ever had to do. ************** Her mom dropped her off at the airport, hugged Jaime one last time. With no more tears to possibly shed, they said their goodbyes and her mom told her to call her when she has arrived in Fiji. With luggage in hand, she approached her airlines' desk to drop off her luggage and get her boarding pass.  She then goes to the security checkpoint line and figures that there must not be too many people flying out as she immediately got up to the front of the line. She takes off her sandals and places her bag on the conveyor belt. She hands her boarding pass and license to the female TSA agent.  She walks through the metal detector and it goes off on her. The TSA agent lets her go through again and tells her to be sure she no metal on her such as rings or bracelets. "I got nothing else on me but my dress," Jaime says with a smile. She goes through again and it goes off again.  The TSA agent lets her know that she might just have to remove her dress because there may be some metal in the underwire of the top of Jaime's dress. She told her there is really not too many people around so being in her underwear for a short amount of time should not be a huge problem. Jaime whispered to her, "I kinda can't do that since I didn't wear any underwear underneath. Is there any other way that does not require me to strip naked?" The TSA agent felt sorry for Jaime but told her there was no other way for her to get through security as the full body scan was not working. Jaime cursed herself for at least not wearing a thong but she knew her luggage was already making its way through the airport and she still had a flight to catch.  Jaime's heart begins to beat fast within her chest and eventually just gives in to the situation. She places both hands of each side of her dress and pulls the dress over her 34D breasts, down her streamline waist, and finally over her plump, toned butt. Her auburn hair comes down just above her butt so that leaves her butt exposed as she covers her exposed boobs and pussy.  She places it on the conveyor belt and hurries through the metal detector. No beep but clearly the TSA agent was checking her out. Even the TSA running the x-ray machine was sucking in a fully naked Jaime. Suddenly more people start to show up and everyone saw Jaime's sexy toned, naked body in its full exposure. Wolf whistles can be heard and men seem to be pushing to get to her line to get a closer look. It feels like forever for her dress to come out and she feels the men's piercing her exposed ass, breasts and pussy. Jaime places her hands quickly to cover her exposed pussy and uses the other hand to cover her breasts as best as she could. The men quickly shoved their bags and other belonging on the conveyor belt into the x-ray machine and made their way through the metal detector with no problems and waited patiently next to a naked Jaime. Her shoes and bag finally appeared and she unconsciously reaches, allowing the men to enjoy her exposed front side and drink in her newly shaved pussy lips. She has the idea to at least cover her butt with her bag and shove her shoes in the bag. An audience has appeared on the other side of her from people that had already passed through security and look as Jaime is only able to cover her butt crack with bag leaving her either ass cheek completely exposed. She resumes her posture of recovering her pussy and her boobs. Jaime feels her nipples have hardened and her pussy has begun to moisten. Jaime asks the TSA clerk working the X-ray conveyor belt, "Where is my dress? Clearly, it was just a dress. Please hurry it and give it back." He could only apologize and just stared at the exposed skin. More men have gathered around her and the anxious hands boldly begin to feel her ass cheeks while others touch her thigh getting very close to her pussy. The TSA lets her know that it should be appearing any seconds and continued to eat up Jaime's exposed skin. Her dress finally pokes through and quickly she reaches for it. She lets her hands grab the dress exposing her newly trimmed landing strip that points to bare pussy lips and her dark areolas only enhanced by her untanned 32D breasts. She then hears a rip sound as one of the bags had been pushed on top of her dress and she discovers her dress had been ripped in her haste. Her examination of her only garment lets all the onlookers absorb Jaime's uncovered tits and pussy. You could see a gleaming wetness between her thighs as Jaime was an exhibitionist. She hugs the dress against her body and runs quickly to the closest bathroom. Her ass becomes exposed to everyone along the way as her bag has moved to her hips and her pussy lips, which have a little puffy droop to them, could be seen between her sexy natural thigh gap as she ran full sprint to the bathroom. She finds her way to the bathroom and sees women giving concerned looks while others manage to laugh at her accidental exposure. Jaime runs into a stall, quickly slams the stall door and begins to cry about how many men saw her nudity and how many felt her up while she was waiting for her dress, which a huge tear in it and was her only covering. She wipes her tears and feels the heat between her pussy lips begin to build.  Her left hand sets down her tattered dress on top of the toilet paper dispenser and sets the bag on the floor. Her right hand unconsciously rubbed down her breast, down her flat tummy, and straight for her engorged clit, which was burning for her touch. Her bare feet are placed on each wall of the stall and spread her pussy wide open. She begins to play with her clit and uses her free hand to play with her breasts.  Jaime had never touched herself in public let alone exposed herself in public. The experience of the eyes and touch of the other people caused her to play with herself within an airport bathroom. She lost conscious thought of who could hear or was wondering what she was doing. Her fingers encircled her clit while the other hand grabbed her left breast firmly while occasionally gently pulling on her erect nipple. She was letting out soft moans to not let people hear what she was doing. Her wet pussy was squishing as her fingers were being inserted to imitate a dildo, even though she had never experienced one. Jaime had never had a penis inside her or even had a boyfriend. She was a model student and was more concerned about maintaining her grades, not maintaining her sex life. Her thoughts drifted, inhibitions dwindled, and her moaning was becoming more and more audible.  The inhibition of staying quieter was gone and an audible moan could now be heard coming from her stall. The urge to cum was building inside her quivering vagina. Her fingers were furiously plunging into her pussy while her other hand began rubbing away on her clit. Jaime was now panting thinking of the men rubbing away on her exposed pussy, sucking her nipples and grabbing her ass.  Jaime's vagina pulses and feels her body convulse tighten to reach the zenith of her masturbation. Very sexy, loud moans escape her lips and sits back to relax. Suddenly, she starts to feel her ass slipping into the toilet. She catches herself but knocks her dress to the floor.  She sits up on the toilet and turns beet red realizing what she had done in a public restroom. She also realizes that her dress was knocked to the floor so anyone wondering what she was doing now knew without a doubt she was not just using the restroom. They could have guessed that Jaime just did not take off her dress in order to use the restroom. Jaime sits on the toilet and allows herself to relieve her bladder since the flight would be long. She regains her composure back and quickly slides on her sandals. She picks her dress off the floor and is quickly reminded her day was far from over despite an incredible erotic masturbation session.  Her dress had a huge horizontal cut across the bottom of the dress. She was slightly relieved to know that it was still wearable and that her trip would not leave her naked. She slipped it on and realized it the hole that appeared on the front of the dress. She came to the conclusion that the only way to fix this was to rip the cut all the way around.  For the second time today Jaime willingly slides down her dress but this time she has to augment it and remove a few inches from the bottom. She begins to rip away and she thinks that her favorite dress had been ruined and prays that the dress will just make it until she gets ahold of her luggage in Fiji. She rips it around full circle and shoves the excess fabric into her bag.  Jaime then pulls her dress back up and boy did she not realize how much she really lost when unfortunately had to rip away at a fabric instead of being able to cut it. She could feel the draft going between her legs and especially up her plump ass. She gulped to think what her dress had become and begins to open the stall door slowly. She walked to the sink wash her hands and stood back to look in the mirror. Her jaw dropped as she twirled around to see the damage and realized that her new micro dress came to just below her butt. She could not pull down the dress as it would expose her breasts, which had been pushed up her breasts and allowing them to be exposed even further. There was no wiggle room anymore to pull up or pull down on her dress. There was only a very slim line of staying modest and now Jaime really wished she had the protection of underwear.  Jaime approached her gate walking a little slower than before since her dress was now micro and no longer left anything to the imagination. Passengers were staring as bits of Jaime's ass cheek peaked through with every step she took. She tried to cover it up with her bag again but still felt all eyes, especially the men, were glued to her exposed ass cheeks. She approached her gate and was reminded that she had failed to get back her license and boarding pass from the TSA agent back at security.  Jaime realized that now that her flight was boarding she needed to hurry back to security and get the two things that get her on the plane. She asked one of the flight attendants at the desk, "Is there any way you can stop the plane from leaving for me? I forgot my boarding pass and license back at security."  The male just stood there in awe and just stared at how form fitting Jaime's micro dress was, leaving very little to his imagination. The female also appeared slighted stunned by Jaime's questionable outfit choice said that she only had fifteen minutes so she better hurry back. Otherwise she would not make this flight and she would miss out on her once in a lifetime opportunity. Jaime realized the only way to make it back in time was to run for it. She removed her sandals, shoved them in her bag and ran as fast as she could. Her dress did what any dress or skirt would do: it rode up fully exposing her sexy plump butt in the back and trimmed sexy pussy in the front.  Jaime could feel the eyes glued to her exposed ass and now fully exposed pussy. Everyone was able to get the mental pictures of Jaime's full butt and she sprinted back to security without any inhibitions of the her state of undress. Jaime could feel the wetness building again and chose to ignore it or she would miss her flight.  Jaime returned to the same TSA woman, who was surprised by how short her dress had become. Jaime explained, "Someone's luggage had destroyed a part of my dress and I lacked any tools to truly fix it properly." However, the lady was less concerned about her wardrobe.  All she could do was point down to Jaime's surprise her sexy plump ass and newly clean pussy were being displayed to everyone in the security section of line. Jaime had forgotten to pull her dress down after running over and quickly unrolled her dress to cover everything up as best as her dress allowed her to. Jaime thanked the lady for holding onto it, tucked her boarding pass and license in her bag, and sprinted back to her gate. She exposed her fine, plump ass one last time for everyone at security. Jaime rushed back, feeling the eyes glued back as she gave her onlookers one finale encore of her ass and bare pussy.  It was only the male flight attendant now who was staring at Jaime's exposed landing strip that led to her cleanly shave pussy lips. Jaime was taking the opportunity to put on her sandals and unconsciously bent over to do, which exposed her asshole and pussy to anyone looking her direction as she waited for her ticket to process.  Jaime finally realized what was going on and also realized everyone from behind could see her sexy, plump ass and the bald, puffy lip between her legs. She quickly pulls her dress down that her erect nipples pop out from the top of her dress. The flight attendant's jaw would have hit the floor if that had been possible to basically see Jaime's fully naked body. Jaime's face turned beet red to accidentally flash the man every bit of her naked body. He finally hands back her boarding pass and license while Jaime makes the necessary adjustments to her dress to where it barely covers everything. He just smiles at her and tells her to have a great flight. Jaime hurries along through the boarding gate moving just quick enough to avoid flashing everyone again. Jaime makes her way down the filled plane and watches all the eyes light up. The passenger's eyes are lower than the bottom of her dress so they can get an easy view of her uncovered pussy lips and a pretty full view of her plump ass. She finally makes it to her seat and realizes she is in an aisle seat with her newly micro mini dress.  Her first thought is, "I'm pretty sure all the men looking back at me are getting a free look at my pussy." The men were clearly looking between her legs and her pussy was responding to the attention by increasing its moisture levels. When she sat down, her dress rose up over her hips and left her bare ass and pussy to hit the cool leather seat.  She attempts to just place her bag onto of her but the passing stewardess lets her know that unfortunately she needs to place it under the seat in front of her or above in the overhead storage. Jaime shoves her bag underneath in the seat in front of her and feels her ass, asshole and pussy being exposed to anyone behind her looking down the aisle to her seat. Jaime turns red again as she feels the draft hit between her ass cheeks. Jaime tries to cross her legs but the seats in front of her are too close for her to do so. She tries to get her legs together as close as possible but hr landing strip can still be clearly seen from her point of view and can only imagine what the other passengers can see from theirs. She prays this flight goes quicker than how long it's actually supposed to take. She notices that two men are slowly approaching and staring between Jaime's legs. They stop right next to Jaime and ask her if she can get up so they can squeeze through to their seats. Jaime was really hoping that she was alone in her row but chances of there being any empty seats would be slim to none. Jaime unconsciously springs up and her dress stays up showing the men and anyone looking her firm plump ass and an outline of her pussy lips from behind or her new landing strip and her sexy bald pussy from the front. The men just stare until Jaime realizes how her dress continues to betray her and she pulls it down even harder and flashes her tits once again to even more men. This time they just soak in Jaime's exposed tits and erect nipples. Jaime's sexual frustration is building and she feels her pussy quivering for her fingers to play with her. She quietly curses how her nudity can contain itself and ushers the two horny men to hurry up and file into their seats. The men sit down and are greeted by the sight of a great view of Jaime's perfect ass. Jaime quickly notices what the two men are seeing and hurriedly sat down again. The men continue their conversation about Jaime's smoking hot body even though she clearly could here them.  Jaime looks around to notice the men were looking at her knowing they got to see her goods while the women were disappointed and shocked that Jaime was going commando. Jaime finally heard the captain said they were ready to depart and the plane made its way to the runway. Jaime could not believe how much she had been flashing and the flight had not even taken off yet. Jaime felt the urge to play with her pussy once again but suppressed it knowing she had no way to do so at the moment. Maybe she would sneak into the bathroom after the seat belt sign turns off to relieve her quivering pussy. Jaime suddenly started yawning, feeling drowsy from all the events that had transpired within the past hour. Jaime leaned back in her chair and all the sounds seem to fade into nothingness. *********** Jaime wakes up very disoriented to wear she was and remembered she was on her plane to Fiji. She did not knowing how long she had fallen asleep for but feel the draft that was hitting her chest. She freaked out when she realized that the top of her dress had somehow come down and the bottom had gone up to attempt to meet in the middle of Jaime.  Her perky, 32D boobs were on full display for the men sitting next to her as well as anyone that could see her aisle seat. Her dress had rolled up in the back allowing her high ass crack and some of her ass cheek to be visible to anyone looking from behind looking at her in the aisle. Not to mention her pussy slit with its landing strip could be seen without any inhibition from anyone in front. Jaime freaks out and does not know how long she has been exposed for. For starters, she tries to pull up her dress to hide her exposed breasts. She then pulls the dress down to cover most of her exposed bottom half as best as the dress could. She reaches down to pick up her bag and feels her ass expose again to her neighbors. She checks to see what time it was and apparently she had been sleeping for a while as she knew that the plane should be landing fairly soon.  Jaime think to herself: "How long have I been exposed for? These men just sucked in my naked skin without any attempt to wake me up." She also has sexy thoughts of maybe of the man directly next to her grabbing her breast or maybe rubbing her exposed pussy. Maybe he was daring enough to suck her nipple. The wetness and heat was building between her legs and it needed to be dealt with.  Jaime got up with bag in hand and the turbulence bounced her into her neighbors lap to feel the man still had a full erection from viewing Jaime's nudity. Jaime immediately popped up and flashed him her wet pussy and exposed asshole within a few inches of the man's face. She could here him sniffing and knew he was trying to smell her pussy. The man even had the audacity to poke the wet spot that had formed between Jaime's pussy lips.  She quickly left the aisle and heard the two men talking amongst themselves and how lucky the one that had Jaime in his lap was. Jaime made her way to the aisle feeling everyone was able to get a look up her skirt to see her plump ass and possibly her bald pussy. She looked back to see everyone was looking right at Jaime again and she retreated into the restroom. Jaime is relieved to finally make it to the bathroom but as she looks looks in the mirror she understands why people were watching her. She had failed to adjust her dress after falling on the man. Her naked pussy lips were half exposed and her ass was on full display for everyone she had passed by to the restroom. The man's touch and the other passengers' gaze ignited her passion to begin another public masturbation session. She slid off her sandals, removed her dress for the third time in public, and spread her feet on the walls again to allow her pussy to spread to its maximum. Her hands immediately go straight for her pussy and clit. Jaime begins to moan not holding back her moans because she believed no one could hear her. Jaime figured the plane would mask any sounds she made in the restroom and just let loose for once. Jaime plunged two fingers in and out of her pussy, feeling the sexual urges finally being quelled. She grabbed her left breast and played with her erect nipple the way she imagined the man must have been playing with it when it was exposed. Jaime imagines the man touching her pussy and spreading around the wetness. She begins rubbing on her swollen clit the way the man would have had it been exposed as it was now. Jaime feels her pussy beginning to quiver as her fingers increase their pace. Her moaning and panting increase with the rhythm of her finger. Her fingers continue their assault of the inside her pussy. Her moans get louder and louder and her pussy convulses on her fingers as she cums and leans back into the seat.  Jaime gets up and begins to wash her hands. She then dries them off and dries off her pussy to make sure it would leave no more wet spots. Jaime slips back on her dress and puts it back to the spot that barely covers the bottom. She then puts on her shoes and grabs her bag. She opens the door and comes out to return to her seat. She looks to see that everyone looks back at her knowing full well what she was doing in there. Her moans were not masked at all and they could here through the thin bathroom door what Jaime was doing in there. Men had lust in their eyes while women showed disgust that she had the audacity to do such a thing on an airplane.  Jaime also failed to realize that when she had put her shoes on her dress had popped up over her plump ass. Her dress had left her tight ass and pussy lips fully exposed for all to see as she made her way back to her seat. She could her the murmurs but just assumed that was because of the normal exposure of her ass being normally exposed to everyone's sitting eye level. Jaime sat down in her seat and felt her cool leather hit bare ass again. She realized that her ass must have been on full display as she walked up the aisle. She looked back to see the men with jaws dropped on seeing her plump juicy ass. Jaime felt the urge to touch herself again but chose to avoid getting up again and just wait until the plane arrived. ********* Finally, Jaime felt the plane park itself into the gate and realized she was finally in Fiji. She unbuckled her seat and reached for her bad underneath the seat. Apparently it had fallen forward during the landing so she bent over straight legged to grab it. She had to really reach for it under the seat, which exposed her spreaded pussy lips and asshole to her row mates again. She realized after grabbing it that she had exposed her pussy and possibly even her asshole to her two neighbors.  Jaime looked back and apparently that was definitely the case as that was the best thing the both of them had seen all day of Jaime. Jaime quickly stood up straight and adjusted the tiny dress. "Wait," Jaime thought, "My dress is not covering as much as I remember before I got on the flight." She felt behind and could feel about a quarter of her ass sneaking out and her row mates remained seated in order to get a better look of her ass and the pussy lips that could be seen through her thigh gap. Jaime watched as people made little to no effort to hurry and get off the plane. One of the guys gave her ass a grab while the other reached between her legs to touch the gleaming wet spot. Jaime slapped their hands way away but they continued their onslaught and even rolled the back of her dress up.  She quickly made her way out of the aisle when it was her turn. Jaime's ass and pussy lips could both be clearly seen as she ran into the airport. She made her way to the escalator to baggage claim and rolled down her dress once again, realizing she must have been flashing everyone up until that point.  Jaime had hoped that her luggage would be immediately available so that the people from her flight could stop replaying the scenes of Jaime's exposure. Her two neighbors had caught up to Jaime and even waited next to her when clearly they were staring at the exposure of the bottom portion of her ass that refused to stay hidden anymore. They both grabbed a partially exposed ass cheek as Jaime gave in to their touch. Luckily their luggage arrived and they thanked Jaime for the wonderful show, giving her a slap on her ass. Jaime stuck out her tongue but had greatly enjoyed their attention. Nonetheless, they did not need to know how much they had turned her on. Jaime touched behind again and could feel her ass was still exposed and gently tried to pull down the fabric to have it pop back up again. About fifteen minutes had passed, Jaime realized she was the only person still waiting for her luggage and no other bags were on the baggage claim conveyor belt. All she had wanted was to get another dress on or at least throw on some underwear. Jaime sighed and went over the airlines help desk to report her luggage was missing. The lady was very nice and apologized that it still hadn't arrived with the others. She asked for some information and she would track down its location for Jaime. Jaime felt the nightmare was going from bad to worse very quickly. Her shrinking dress was the only covering she had from just being naked for the foreseeable future. The lady returned with a sad look on her face and told her that her bag had been placed on the wrong plane and had been sent on a flight to Florida. Jaime's fear now reached it maximum point and now this dress that clearly did not fit her sexy body was barely keeping her covered. Also any money to buy other clothes was in her luggage and not to mention underwear, which she needed desperately.  The lady told her it would at least be two weeks to maybe even two months as the luggage would have to be shipped back to her home first and then have someone ship it to her after it arrived home. Jaime was in utter shock that she would be going to school like this for a minimum of two weeks and possibly two months. Her pussy had grown wetter from the situation but she still remained worried about how she could possibly go to class or do anything in her shrinking dr The lady did offer to help her and Jaime gave the necessary information that started the process of getting her luggage back on its way to her. Jaime thanked her and walked outside with the map unfurled in both hands. The gust of wind of opening the doors blew up her dress, exposing to anyone outside a full look at her pussy with new landing strip and her plump beautiful ass from behind. Jaime quickly pulled the dress down, which caused her nipples and breasts to be exposed. Jaime felt her dress was no where close to being done betraying her as it somehow knew she was going commando. Jaime fixed her dress while holding down the sides with her bag pushed firmly against her ass to attempt to keep it down. Jaime sought to keep her nudity somewhat under wraps while she made her way to her new school.  ********** Jaime followed the map and managed to find her school's admissions center without other major wardrobe problems. She approached the secretary, who was appalled by what Jaime was wearing. From her level she could clearly see the bottom potion of her lips protruding from the bottom of her dress. Jaime asked if Carl, her admission counselor was in and the secretary told me to just go to his office as he should already be in there. Jaime walked by and the secretary got an eyeful of Jaime's exposed ass cheeks as well. Jaime knocked on the door of Carl Johnson and she heard a voice invite her in. Carl stood up, shook Jaime's hand and invited her to take a seat. Jaime sat down and immediately crossed her legs. Jaime's knee banged his desk and immediately uncrossed her legs to give Carl a view of her spread out labia.  Carl cleared his throat and met Jaime's eye level after soaking in the sight of her pussy. He asked if she had any quick questions before they started. "I just have to say I really hope I did not offend you right now," Jaime starts saying. Carl assured her that everything is alright and encouraged to try to wear underwear next time, which made them both chuckle. They talked for about an hour and he actually felt sorry for her knowing being alone in a new place with nothing but the clothes on your back must be incredibly difficult.  Jaime gets up to shake his hand to thank him for his time briefly flashing her pussy again to him and turning around to expose her ass as she walked out the door. He cleared his throat and pointed down and Jaime quickly adjusts her dress. She apologizes again and he reiterates to let her know these things happen.  He leads Jaime to her dorm, Trinity Hall, a co-ed dorm but still separated boys to their own halls and girls to their own. Girls had the third to fifth floor while the boys had first and the second floor. Carl lets her know if she had any other problems to just let him know and shook her hand. She was then by herself again and now at least she could get into the comfort of her own room. Jaime walked through the first floor and found the stairwell. Some boys had seen her partial ass was exposed as she was walking and decided to follow her as she began her trip into the stairwell. The boys could see everything as Jaime began her climb from her plump sexy ass to the plump full pussy lips to the occasional glimpse of her dark asshole.  They continued to follow her and talk amongst themselves as they were expecting a thong or panty not just bare pussy and ass. One of the boys swear he saw a glistening spot that was glowing between Jaime's legs and all boys saw what the same thing as each step up the stairs allowed a peek between her legs. One boy attempted to get his phone out but the others told him to put it away because they were enjoying her exposure without her knowing they were getting a perfect view. Jaime had heard the boys following her until the fourth floor where they exited once Jaime had turned the corner to the fifth floor door exit. Jaime had not noticed those boys were following her to peek at her exposed ass and pussy. She exited the stairwell into her new hall dorm.  She saw many girls just staring at her appearance as they could see her ass cheeks peeking through the bottom of her dress. Many of them though maybe she was a whore looking for the boys floor, because no one dresses like and allows their naughty bits to be fully exposed for anyone and everyone to see. Jaime paid them no mind and continued down to the end of the hall to find the dorm with her name as well as her new other roommate.  Her roommates name was Holly Smith and she was looking forward to meeting her. She used the key card, which her admission counselor had given her to open the door. She saw one side of the room had already been decorated and the other side undecorated. Jaime laughed as she had thought she had nothing to bring but was grateful that the bed was already made with sheets and a comforter. Jaime exhaustion and jet lag finally hit her as she was within the comforts of her own room. Even though it was still daylight outside, her body exhausted from being exposed and touch was finally ready to hit the sack. Jaime stripped off her only piece of clothing and sandals in the middle of the room and quickly hopped into bed.  Jaime had never slept naked before and the closest she had ever gotten to doing that was to sleep in a tank top and thong. The urge to touch her pussy was growing but her consciousness was fading. Jaime felt her eyes grow heavy and her final thought was left to wonder how she was going to get through this trip with a tiny dress and nothing else. ********** Jaime was awoken to some girls laughing and noticed they were sitting on Holly's side of the room. Jaime pretended to be asleep while peeking out from under the sheets and listened in on what the girls were giggling about. One of the girls addressed Holly, who was a bombshell in Jaime's opinion from what she could see.  She had giant 38C breasts inside her tight fitting tank top with the hints of a bra handing out. She must have been 5'2 on her best day and inside her short jean shorts looked to have a thick ass. Her sexy red thong was poking out as she was bent over looking at something. Jaime thought she had a perfect body for being a shorter girl and noticed she was holding something rather important. Holly had picked up Jaime's dress and noticed how short it was even for her. One of the other girls said she had seen Jaime walk in and figured Holly was getting herself a booty call. They all started laughing uncontrollably and Holly threw the micro dress to her friends.  Holly said, "I pretty sure the booty call would have went to my bed. Anyways addressing our present issue, how much you wanna bet this girl has some sexy lingerie to go with her micro dress? I think the girl came with just the clothes on her back since there are no boxes or even a suitcase."  Jaime fright took over as she realized her nudity was only being covered by her bed sheet. She had hoped the girls would just leave the subject alone and maybe just let her get back to sleep. Unfortunately, one of the girl that had seen Jaime and let Holly know that Jaime was showing so much of her ass and even caught sight of pussy lips as Jaime was heading down the hall to their room. Jaime felt her chest getting flushed and her wetness was growing between her thighs once again. Her goodies must have been visible to those boys in the stairwell and any girls that she had passed in the hallway. She still had been facing towards them with the sheets pulled high and decided to gently turned over as if she was tossing and turning in her sleep. She took the opportunity to roll over and accidentally shoved one of her legs out in the process, leaving a leg and part of her ass exposed. Holly shushed the girls as she was turning to face Jaime and screamed out herself to see Jaime's exposure, "Shit! Look at that ass! She is practically begging me to get a better look at it." Jaime could hear Holly's footsteps getting closer while the other two girls snickered away while remaining on Holly's bed. Holly grabbed the sheet slowly peeling it up to reveal Jaime's sexy plump ass uninhibited by a stitch of clothing.  Jaime could feel the wetness dripping down onto her thighs and was hoping Holly could not see what was going on in near her pussy. Holly stepped back and sat back on the bed, "Wow isn't that a sight girls? There was not supposed to be a full moon tonight but there it is. She came here with only this dress and is naked without this." Suddenly Holly had an awfully amazing idea that would make Jaime complaint to her every wish. Jaime could not hear what the girls were planning as she was facing away now. "I think it is time to wake up sleeping beauty and let her know what is going to happen from today onward," Jaime heard Holly say. The others girls continued to snicker and held onto Jaime's only piece of clothing. Holly grabbed Jaime's ass cheeks with both hands and Jaime continued pretending to be asleep.  "Wow! She's seriously out, girls. I think I am going to keep playing until she decides to wake up for us. The poor girl must be awfully tired from her flight," Holly says with snarky tone to her friends.  Holly continued to play with Jaime's ass and noticed her asshole was twitching from her touch. Holly let a finger put a slight amount of pressure against her puckering hole. It took everything for Jaime to hold back her moans and somehow managed to remain completely motionless as Holly began to pleasure Jaime's ass. Jaime had never had anyone touch her body before today's groping in the security checkpoint or her airplane neighbors investigative fingers. Holly had become the first person to play with Jaime's asshole.  Holly then noticed the shimmering wetness building between Jaime's thighs and rubbed a finger from her swollen clit to the end of her pussy slits. Jaime almost died from the sensation of someone else touching her tender pussy. Holly tasted her wet finger and smacked her lips indicating to the other girls with a thumbs up that her juices were very tasty. Holly stuck a finger into Jaime and played with her butthole, tickling it with a gentle touch. Holly began to thrust faster and faster while beginning to increase the pressure on the Jaime's asshole. Jaime was now playing with her own nipples, but biting her lips to keep from screaming out from the ecstasy flooding her body. Holly continued and slid another finger into her pussy while using her thumb to rub down on her clit. Jaime was fighting every urge to grind against Holly's fingers since the allure would be diminished if Holly knew she was awake. Jaime continued to just firmly grasp her breasts while pulling away on her own nipples. Holly sped her fingers up and brought her tongue to Jaime's exposed asshole. Jaime let out a very quiet whimper and could feel pussy very close to cumming. Holly had not heard the whimper escape Jaime as she was lapping up Jaime's asshole and Jaime's pussy was very squishy from all of her excess fluid. Jaime pulled and twisted her nipples while biting her lip to quell her moaning. Jaime felt the strongest orgasm overcome her and Holly felt Jaime's pussy muscles quiver to indicate she had made the sleeping beauty cum. Holly told her gal pals, "This girl is smoking hot, ladies and this definitely isn't the end for this girl. Maybe next time she can be awake so we can hear her beautiful moans." Holly motioned her friends over and told them, "While you're at it, one of your bring me my phone. I got a great picture to take and a new background for my phone." Jaime heard a couple shots taken and all the girls giggle to see Jaime's swollen pussy lips and now red asshole as the background of Holly's phone. Holly left Jaime uncovered and encouraged the girls to have a slap of Jaime's ass. Both girls took advantage of Jaime's exposed ass and each gave a cheek one heck of a slap. Jaime slightly whimpered from the pain but was still feel ecstatic from her finger fucking from Holly.  Jaime could hear Holly tell the girls that she would see them later as it was pretty late and she was worn out from the day as well as what she did to Jaime. They hugged Holly and told her they would see her tomorrow to see how her plan would commence. Holly hushed the two girls and returned to Jaime's side to see if she had maybe awoke from the events.  Upon noticing that Jaime had not shifted, Holly kissed both of Jaime's ass cheeks to Jaime's surprise and gently caressed them as she sat on Jaime's bed. She said to Jaime, "I know you still are out but I'm going to tell you that I find you very hot. Just know that you are not getting away from me any time soon." Holly got off Jaime's bed and walked back to her side of the room. Holly turned around and stripped off her tank top and threw it to the floor. Jaime had managed to turn her head slightly around to see if Holly had gone to bed. Jaime could see that Holly had now stripped down to a peach thong with a cute peach and white bra. She undid the bra from the front letting out her huge 38C breasts and reached down into her dresser to reveal to Jaime how little the thong covered between her ass and pussy.  Jaime could see clear wet spots on Holly's panties, which made Jaime wet and horny again. Jaime also caught sight of her pussy lips, which seemed to be trying to peek out of her tiny panties. She put away her shorts in the dresser and pulled on a sleep shirt that made no attempt to cover her thong and reached for her desk light to turn it off. Jaime felt the urge to touch herself again but waited until she heard the sleep breathing from Holly. Jaime had thought she was hearing sleep breathing but it was Holly touching herself. Holly had rolled up her sleep shirt to expose her breasts and dug her fingers under her tiny thong. Holly made no attempt to hold back her moans and grabbed hold of her 38C breast.  Holly moaning was turning on Jaime immensely and she began to play with herself. Holly had begun the rubbing of her own clit and rubbed the outer lips of her pussy. Holly had already been extremely turned on from what she did to Jaime and continued by slipping fingers into her soaked pussy. Holly continued to finger herself and rub away on her clit. Jaime her Holly's moan increase in pace and loudness until Holly screamed, "Fuck!" indicating to Jaime that she needed to control herself until Holly had fallen asleep. Holly strips off her panties and throws them near her dresser and pulls down her sleep shirt to cover her exposed breasts. Holly grabs her sheets and lays down her head not noticing that Jaime had just witnessed Holly's sexy masturbation session through the dark room. Holly fell asleep in about fifteen minutes after her own masturbation and Jaime sat up to see if Holly was indeed asleep. Jaime was horny once again after watching Holly's erotic session. She spread her legs wide and started to play with her clit and used her free hand to grab her breast while pinching her nipple.  Jaime let herself moan just loud enough that Holly still could not hear. She moaned and groaned as her fingers continued to play with her clit and used the other hand to enter her very wet pussy lips. She pumped two fingers into her pussy and rubbed away with the other hand just like Holly did.  She grinded her pussy on her fingers and pumped her fingers faster and faster, rubbing her clit with more ferocity. Her orgasm was approaching very quickly again and imagined Holly playing with her hands increasing her pressure on her pussy. Jaime yearned for Holly to come back and continue the session from earlier. The thought of Holly touching Jaime again was all she needed for her body to begin convulsing and her satisfied moan let anyone know just how fantastic that masturbation session was. Jaime thought this was the perfect time to try to use the restroom and go take a shower. The rooms were set up with a community bathroom and shower that all the girls in the hall had to share. Jaime crawled around on the floor and tried to find her dress. Jaime figured Holly must have placed hid it and she definitely did not want to wake up her roommate. She managed to feel around and at least found her sandals as well as Holly's tank top.  She put everything on and found the large-chested roommate's tank top left her boobs uncovered from the side and gave her super cleavage. She tried to pull it down and noticed her large ass refused to let the tank top cover anything in the back and only cover some of her pussy from the front. Her pussy lips could still be seen though if she were to start walking. She peeked out of the room and saw only a few hall lights were on near the restroom. Jaime pulled down on the tank top as best as she could and bolted for the bathroom. She hurried inside and was welcomed to see it was empty as the hallway. Jaime sat down in a stall and finally relieved herself. She could not help but think it had been a while since she went to the restroom. She finished, wiped up and went across into one of the showers. The showers only had a privacy wall that covered the bottom half of shorter girls.  Jaime removed Holly's tank top and looked in the mirror across the bathroom to notice her ass could easily be seen over this wall as well as her pussy. "So much for privacy," she chuckled to herself and turned on the water. She had found some extra shampoo and soap from another girl that must have been forgotten. Jaime figured she would just borrow enough for herself since her shower essentials were somewhere in Florida. Jaime finished washing herself off and felt her landing strip as she was washing the soap off. The urge to touch herself had been awaken by running naked to the bathroom and basically showering in a shower that had zero privacy. Her hand grabbed both of her breasts and the shower water was pattering away on her still swollen pussy lips. She imagined the jet of water being Holly's tongue on her plump labia. She grabbed her breasts firmly and pinched on her nipples. Jaime began to moan freely as she knew she was the only in there and decided to sit back against the privacy wall to allow the water to hit her full body so she could begin the finger fucking of her pussy. Jaime allowed her fingers to enter her pussy, which she had just ravaged no more than 15 minutes ago. She had the amazing idea to let the water smack against her asshole by getting on all fours. Jaime flipped around stuck her ass as high as she could in the air while her shoulder was pressed into the shower floor. Her free hand continued to pet her clit while the water was smacking her pussy lips and her exposed ass hole. Jaime's imagination immediately went back to Holly's tongue beginning its tour of her asshole again. The stream of water felt exactly like the pressure Holly was applying to Jaime's asshole. More moans escape from Jaime's mouth as her fingers play ferociously with her clit and the water licks away at her pussy lips and asshole. Jaime feels her pussy explode and let's out another satisfactory moan as she just lets the water continue to smack away at her exposed pussy and ass hole.  She turns off the water and quickly realizes she had no towel to dry off with. She looked around for any extra towels but nothing was there except her shoes and the tank top. She slipped on her sandals and wrung out her hair as best as she could. She then put it in a ponytail due to not having any hair dryer or brush to try to get the excess water out.  Jaime was wiping the water off her body when she heard someone coming into the restroom. She hurried into a stall to see the nightly janitor had come in to clean the restroom. "Shit! I forgot Holly's tank top," she said and noticed the janitor put it on his cart. Jaime cracked open the stall and had the plan to run out grab the tank top and make it out of the door. The janitor went to the shower knowing full well someone had been masturbating as he could clearly here her through the bathroom doors. He was surprised to only have found a shirt though and was curious where the sexy lady was. Jaime took the opportunity to slip out of the stall and ran for the janitor's cart. She grabbed the tank top but slipped on her own water puddle since she was still dripping. The janitor looked up to see his prize was the naked Jaime, who had fallen on her ass and was fully exposing her landing strip and pussy to him. Jaime was rubbing her slightly bruised ass and realized the show she was now giving to her audience. She quickly got up and paid no mind to letting the janitor get an eyeful of her plump, now slightly red ass.  Jaime ran through the hall thinking she was almost home free but bumped into an unsuspecting girl, who wearing full length pajamas with little stars and moons on them. The girl apologized and said, "I'm so sorry. I just didn't see you there and...". She stopped mid-sentence to see Jaime naked with only sandals and a tank top in hand. Jaime apologized and helped the girl to her feet and bent down to pick up the things she had knocked out of her hands, exposing her ass and pussy to this unsuspected stranger. Jaime then realized what she had done and quickly ran past her saying, "Please excuse me and I'm sorry for bumping into you."  Jaime thought the whole ordeal was over but she remembered that had completely forgot to bring her key card. Jaime attempted to see maybe if the door magically didn't lock behind itself but unfortunately it did. The girl had followed Jaime to peek at the name plate of the door she went through and saw Jaime had broken down outside her door, leaving her pussy fully exposed to the girl. The girl quickly ran to her side and asked if everything was alright. Jaime continue to ball her eyes out and told her, "Today has been nothing short of awful. I mean look at me I'm naked, this isn't even my shirt and now I'm locked out of the only place that would cover my nudity." The girl sat down next to Jaime and put an arm around her naked shoulder.  She said to Jaime, "Well one good thing happened today." Jaime looked up in disbelief of everything that happened how can there be anything good. "You got to make a friend," she says offering a handshake to Jaime. "My name is Monica. I can at least shelter you from being naked in the hall for the rest of the night." Jaime let out a laugh through the tears, she introduced herself and pointed to her name plate. Jaime was relieved to find someone that could save her from just sleeping in just a tiny tank top outside of her room. Monica grabbed Jaime's hands and gets her to her feet. Monica lead Jaime back to her room and finds that Monica is staying with a girl named Lindsey, who can be clearly be seen sleeping in her bed.  Monica offers for her to take the bed while she pulls out a sleeping bag. Jaime said to her, "If you don't mind, we could just share your bed. I mean it's plenty big for both of us and I would feel awful knowing you had to sleep on the ground in your own room." Jaime had never slept with another person, let alone another girl and noticed that even though Monica was fully dressed Jaime could see her hourglass figure. Monica seemed to have a tight little butt and her boobs were on the smaller side of 32B compared to Jaime's 34D.  Jaime still had not put on her tank top and figured it would not cover much anyways. She was already sleeping in the nude before so why did it matter. Jaime still asked Monica, "Is it alright if I sleep nude? This isn't even my tank top plus it's not gonna cover anything anyways. I mean I don't normally sleep nude, but I kinda don't have anything to wear to sleep." Monica turned beet red and could only shake her head yes. Monica had been staring at Jaime's pussy since she got on all four to creep over to the other side of the bed. Monica let Jaime sleep next to the wall and Monica crept in next to her. They turned their bodies away from one another and managed to brush their asses touch together, making them quietly giggle. They turn towards one another and Jaime quietly mouths the words "I can't thank you enough. You are like my knight in shining armor," to Monica. Jaime brings herself in for a hug and feels Monica's arms naturally wrap themselves around Jaime's naked hips and her hands are placed on top of Jaime's ass.  Monica freaks out and removes her hands but Jaime giggles and says to her, "I liked your hands where they were. If you want to you can put them back." She returned her hands to Jaime's plump ass cheeks and gave her cheeks a squeeze. Jaime feels herself blush from the sudden touch and brings herself within a few inches of Monica's lips. They could feel the other gazing into other one's eyes through the darkness of the room. The sexual tension was just waiting to be broken by one or the other to make the first move. Jaime brings herself in for a quick kiss and begins to tongue wrestle with Monica's tongue. The two girls embraced further, pelvis to pelvis, both pairs of hands on one another ass cheeks. Jaime let out soft moans through her kiss as Monica was spreading her plump ass cheeks and Monica began to kiss Jaime's neckline. Jaime took reach below Monica's pajama pants to feel Monica's panty-clad ass cheeks. She took the opportunity to shed away Monica's pajama pants and unbuttoned her pajama top to see that Monica only had a pair of boy shorts underneath them. Monica sat up and pulled each of her sleeves off, leaving a single pair of panties the only clothing between the two girls. Jaime slowly pulled down on Monica's panties until they slid down the edge of her feet. Jaime grabbed ahold of Monica's newly naked ass cheeks, which caused Monica to gasp and let out a very sexy moan. Jaime's hands began to pull forward and rub along Monica's hairy pussy. Jaime whispered, "We got to clean this area up for next time. We can make it look like mine if you want or we can just shave it all the way down." Monica lit up to think that Jaime wanted even more after this one time grabbed ahold of Jaime's face and passionately kissed her. Their moans began to mix together and Jaime's fingers found Monica's clit. Monica let out a fairly loud moan as her clit was very swollen and very sensitive. Monica laid back and let her legs spread as Jaime continued to rub her clit and insert fingers into Monica's very wet pussy. Monica let out her moans as Jaime slowly inserted her fingers and increased the rhythm of her fingers. Monica squealed out to Jaime: "Please go faster and harder." Jaime not wanting to disappoint her lover's wishes allowed her fingers increases in pace and force. Monica put a pillow over face to keep her moans from getting too out of control. Monica's pussy begins to convulse on Jaime's fingers and her muffled moans come out louder than she realized. Lindsey had gotten up and turned on a light. She had been up since Monica's first moaning to see what was going on and had her phone out recording what Jaime had been doing to Monica's pussy. The video also had Jaime' pussy and ass hole exposed. Monica freaks out and pushes Jaime off her to cover herself up with her sheets.  Jaime had noticed that this one of the girls that was next to Holly on the her bed. Lindsey had been texting and in no time flat, there was a light knock on the door. Holly and the other girl walk into Monica's room. Holly had on a new pair of panties while the other girl was wearing a tank top and boxer shorts. Holly said, "Well, it was about time the sleeping beauty awoke. Apparently, you can't keep your hands to yourself can you?" The other two girls started to laugh at Monica's and Jaime's nudity. Holly tells Jaime, "Get your ass out of the bed and give me back my tank top. I should report you for theft." Jaime hurriedly picked up Holly's tank top and flashed her pussy and ass hole to all the girls in the room. Jaime placed the tank top in Holly's hand and Holly forced Jaime out into the hall with the other two girls in tow. Monica tried to apologize to Jaime but everyone had already left the room. Jaime felt like a prisoner between the three fully clothed girls, even if Holly was only wearing a thong on the bottom. Jaime tried to cover herself but Holly said, "Hands to your side, slut. You do not get to touch anyone anymore unless I tell you to. Also, I think we can give you your dress back."  Holly opened their room and sitting on Jaime's bed was her dress. Jaime ran to it and slipped it on but her relief was immediately turned into terror when she realize it had been altered. Holly told Jaime, "You really thought I could not tell you were awake when I was touching you. Plus, you also gave me a great show by touching yourself before leaving the room." Holly continued, "After you left with my tank top, I realized you had forgotten your key so I figured you would not be back anytime tonight. So I decided to add the changes to the lovely additions to your already sexy dress." Jaime definitely that the dress covered no ass anymore except the top of the butt crack. Slits had been cut up the sides to the top of her waist to indicate that she indeed was wearing no panties. Finally, the bra cups had been removed to allow her nipples to poke through.  Jaime took some steps around the room and felt the dress fall down to her hips with little to no effort. Holly had stretched it out to no longer form fit Jaime and it would fall down to reveal everything. The girls laughed at Jaime's state of undress and Holly said, "Your dress looks so much better this way. Don't you agree ladies?"  They shook their heads in agreement and laughed at Jaime's miserable face, who could not believe her only piece of clothing covered nothing at all. Holly told the girls, "Now that phase one is complete for our little slut, let us get some rest! I'll text you girls when phase two is going to take place."  The two girls laughed as they were escorted out the door and Holly approached Jaime. She said to Jaime, "Whenever you are in this room you will wear nothing. The clothes you are wearing are for the outside world only so hand it over."  Jaime decided to fight back and said, "No. I am at least wearing this to bed because I do not know what else you will do it. Plus I do not appreciate thinking you can control me just because you think I'm weaker than you. I will..."  Before she could finish her sentence, Holly grabbed the bottom of Jaime's dress and pulled. Holly told Jaime, "If you do not want you dress in two pieces right now you will strip it off right now. Stand up, turn around and take it off."  Jaime with tears in her eyes did exactly what she was asked and let the dress fall to her hips and slipped it over her hips, exposing once again her pussy lips and ass hole to Holly. Jaime bent over spreading her legs and allowing her pussy lips to spread even further. She picked the dress up off the floor and handed it to Holly's outstretched hand.  Holly said, "You'll get this back when I deem fit. Now you need to go to bed as all students have orientation tomorrow promptly at 8am. Good night, my slave." Holly then turns off the light with me standing in shock in the middle of the room to what just happened and how things are starting to get worse.

Self Dares by stripgnd Self Dares Ch. 01 Home alone opportunity leads to exhibitionism. Do we all have an inner monologue? I have always assumed that we all do, but I have never actually directly asked the question. It is the voice that you hear in your head that tells you to stop being ridiculous as you lay on your bed crying uncontrollably after your boyfriend of 30 minutes has just split up with you. Or the voice that tells you to grow up as you sit sobbing because you have stubbed your toe on the bed. It is the angel and it is the devil at the same time. It asks you if kissing your mate's ex-boyfriend is really a good idea. It is naughty, it is the voice that dares you to run to the bathroom without a robe. It is always there, chatting away and sharing alternatives. It is a constant devil's advocate as you go about your daily life. It avoids trouble, and yet at the same time encourages you to do what you shouldn't It tells you to push that button that says "Do not press". It goads you into seeing what the dildo feels like up your bum, for the sole reason of, "Why not try it?" Mine is an exhibitionist and I guess by extension I am as well. A lot of my fantasies involve embarrassment or at least the danger of embarrassment and exposure. Sitting in a lecture hall, tens of people, if not hundreds and suddenly you hear in your head, "Imagine getting hit by an anti-clothing laser instantly leaving you naked." Or that dream where you leave your house and somehow get into work before you realise that you haven't got dressed. Not slightly not got dressed, but totally naked. Kinda exciting. Now don't get me wrong, in reality, if I was sat in a busy public place and all of my clothing dissolved into nothingness I would be traumatised and probably die of embarrassment. That being said though, I have lost count of the number of times I have played that scenario around in my head as I masturbate myself to as silent an orgasm as I can manage. Speaking of my head it was currently throbbing in the way that only a hangover can. I felt like death. It had been my best friend's birthday night out the previous night and I was now paying the price for it. We had drunk too much vodka, and that was before we added too many cocktails on top of the vodka. Let's not mention the "pre cocktail" shots that seemed to precede each cocktail and the obligatory post-cocktail shots as well. I was a mess. I felt like someone was thumping me in the head while two tiny, but very strong people were inside my head trying to batter their way out through my temples. I was aware of my hangover in the same way that I was aware of the background noise in the house. I could hear my Mum and Dad shouting to each other as they went about their morning routine. I was awake, but by no means fully conscious. I cautiously opened one eye to check the time. I shut it quickly as the room spun rapidly and I felt very ill very quickly. "Half 8, why can't they be quiet?" I asked myself. I was 99% sure that I was alone. How bad does that sound? Even so, I swung my hand behind me to check the assumed empty side of the bed and was reassured that I was indeed alone. I knew I was, drunk or not I know if "that" has happened and it definitely hadn't. Of course, there was always the possibility that we were both that drunk he got invited back and fell asleep before the good bit. I knew that I was going to be disturbed. I had been asked the previous night before I went out to sort my laundry and leave the basket out so Mum could sort it this morning. I had only done half of that request and so she was going to come in to collect the basket and probably give me grief for forgetting. I did wonder if drunken me had put out my laundry the night before, but it was unlikely. I pondered the interesting suggestion by my inner voice. I knew that I hadn't, but there was a minuscule chance I had done it while drunk when I got back. Unlikely, but you never know. I prised my right eye open and saw the laundry basket where it stood in my room. "Fucks sake," I mumbled to myself. I was also wondering why I was naked and with no duvet. I could feel the duvet wrapped and tangled around my feet and ankles, so I had clearly just been a fidgety sleeper, which was normal, especially after I had been drinking. That didn't answer the question of why I was totally naked though. I never slept naked, I was at the very least a t-shirt sort of girl, and usually wore some sort of PJ's set. This was partially as I am a very wriggly sleeper and as currently demonstrated losing the duvet when you have nothing on is potentially embarrassing when you still live at home. I remembered a conversation that Hanna and myself had had the previous night after multiple cocktails and after she learned that I was home alone today. She had dared me to spend all day naked starting from midnight, which would explain the lack of clothing. It wouldn't explain why I didn't just wear PJs as normal and just lied. The thought of spending the day naked was actually quite exciting. I rarely got the house to myself and so the opportunity for such a dare was very few and far between. The fact I was naked was a testament to the volume of alcohol drunk the night before. I went to roll onto my side, but my head erupted in hangover agony. I stopped instantly and abandoned such an idea. I tried to shift my legs and feet to hook the duvet and lift it over me so I could at least grab it and cover myself. It was well twisted though and I was feeling way too ill and delicate to fight with it. I was laying on my front at least, so all that was on show was my bum. I dozed off again. A tap at my door woke me up. "Are you decent?" I heard Mum ask through the closed door. I shook my head and then remembered that she couldn't see me. "No," I said loud enough for her to hear. There was a pause for a few seconds. "Can I come in?" she asked. "If it is just you," I said, "Yeah." I didn't make a habit of being naked around family, but in the trade-off between moving and likely throwing up, or my Mum seeing my bare back and bum, it was the lesser of two evils. I heard my door open and partially opened my eyes to look at her. "Oh dear," she said smiling at me, "Good night?" "Uh-huh," I nodded, forgetting my head was about to fall off. "Ow." "You will never learn," she said. She picked up my dress, panties and bra. "Bra as well? Or is that okay?" she asked. "May as well wash it," I said. "Okay," she said as she looked around my room for anything else. "We are off soon, can you hang the washing when you get up... if you get up," she added with a knowing smile. They were going away for the day and had booked a hotel for the night. "Graham out as well?" I asked. Graham is my brother. "Not yet," she said, "He is up and about packing his fishing shit," she said. I just slowly nodded my head and felt myself doze again. "Need owt?" she asked which woke me up again. "Water? Bucket?" she asked with a wry smile. I slowly lifted my head and lifted myself on my elbow slightly to see if I had a bottle of water or anything. I didn't, and the cool rush of air onto my chest also reminded me I was naked and that I had just flashed my boobs at my mum. "Oops," I said as I covered myself with my arm. "Bottle of water if you don't mind and a new head maybe?" "I will bring you a bottle of water," she said smiling at me. She came back a few moments later and put a cold bottle of water on my bedside table. "Cheers," I mumbled, "I feel like shit." "Stop drinking," she said flatly. I just grumbled in reply. I heard her leave my room and pull my door closed. I listened and heard the catch slide against the door frame, but it didn't click shut. I opened one eye and watched my door swing back open by a few inches. "Door," I said at a volume that I deemed as fairly loud. It was probably no louder than a whisper and of course, she didn't hear. My head still ached like I had screamed it directly into my ear though. "Fucks sake," I muttered. I stared at the door almost as though if I stared long enough the power of my mind would close the door. It of course wouldn't, and the gap left by the door was enough to be annoying. I shifted my legs around, but each movement I made seemed to twist the duvet tight and prevent me from moving. It was like I had wrapped it around my feet and then rolled over so it was twisted between my feet and ankles. I would have to get up and close the door, it was less than two steps away from where I was laying, but they were sober and hangover-free steps, it was a long way when I felt like this. I rolled onto my side so I was facing the door in stages as my hangover allowed. Facing the door naked I could hear my brother lifting and crashing stuff around out of the garage as he got sorted. I untangled my legs and went to grab the duvet, but it fell off the end of the bed and my rapid movement to catch it made me feel sick, dizzy and like my head was about to explode. I groaned to myself as I settled on my side again and took long deep deliberate breaths to calm my stomach. I am a petite girl, I weigh around 50kg and stand barely 5 feet tall. I have shoulder-length brunette hair that is currently tied back into a ponytail. My boobs were tiny, my bra size was 28A and my small pea-sized nipples were perky in the cool morning air in my room. My flat stomach was only interrupted by my belly button alongside my navel piercing. My curvy hips ran into my slender, but well-toned legs. Delicate ankles and feet finished off my body. Between my legs, I was entirely shaved, well waxed to be precise. Until recently I swam regularly and it was just easier to get rid of everything rather than try to maintain a bikini line. Even though I don't swim as much as I used to, I still maintain the wax as when I grew hair it felt really weird as I have never really had any down there. I heard Mum and Dad leave and I fell asleep again laying on my side facing the door with nothing on. "Okay Sophie, I am off," Graham said as I heard him come into my room. "Ooo shit didn't know you were naked sorry," he said. I kept my eyes closed as my sleepy brain slowly woke up and processed it. I cursed myself for falling asleep in such an exposed position, but too late to dwell on that one now as he had just seen me very much naked. I assumed that he would have seen my nudity and left my room, but a creak of a floorboard made me peep an eye open to see him standing in my doorway. I placed a hand between my legs to cover my pussy and folded my other arm up from underneath me to cover my chest. "Errr... what do you want?" I asked him amazed he was still in my room. "I am off fishing for the day," he said. "Yeah, great. Have fun," I said sarcastically, "Go on then," I added. "Camping, so won't be back until tomorrow," he said, still in my room and actually looking at my nakedness. "Yeah, awesome, wanna fuck off out of my room?" I suggested. The tone of my suggestion snapped his attention back and I think he realised what was currently happening as he stood in his sister's room for no reason while she was not dressed. "Yeah, soz," he said, "Want anything?" "Privacy?" I suggested, "Which would require you fucking off." "Chill," he said as he finally turned around and left my room. "Moody bitch. Close the door if you aren't decent, fucking moron," he said as he left at a volume that was not intended for me to hear. I didn't leave the door open, I was in the supposed privacy of my own room so if I want to be naked then that is entirely my choice and the very least I expected if walked in on is the basic decency of an apology and a rapid retreat from my room. I didn't say anything, it wasn't worth the argument. I just told him to fuck off under my breath and rolled onto my back. We did actually get on fairly well most of the time. After a night out with a stinking hangover was not one of those times though. I woke up an undetermined time later. It could have been 30 seconds later, it could also equally now be Sunday morning. I checked the clock and it was half 10. I moved my head around and was pain-free. Lifting my head off the pillow I was also nausea free. I checked my phone and confirmed that it was still Saturday, which it was. I kicked the duvet off and got up. I knew from experience that if you wake up without a hangover, get up. If you go back to sleep you risk waking up with a hangover. I went to the bathroom and showered. Wrapped in a towel I went back to my room and checked out of the window. Sunshine, but cold as it was March. I sorted through my wardrobe and decided on jeans and a t-shirt. The dare from Hanna was still playing on my mind and I was seriously considering doing it. Or at least some of it. A full day naked was a big ask, but I did like the idea of it. I have streaked before to the bathroom, even gone downstairs to make myself a drink wearing just panties, but the opportunity for extended nudity was rare, and it almost felt like a waste not doing it. No one was in after all, and I hesitated, looking around my room as I considered the option. I loved exhibitionism, LOVED it and the opportunity for it was so seldom presented it felt like a waste to not grab the opportunity. I felt a tingle in my stomach as I seriously considered not getting dressed all day. I let the towel fall off me and stood naked for a few seconds. I tentatively went downstairs. The feeling of exposure was so intense as I tip-toed down the stairs. My bare feet gently touching each step as I got further and further away from the sanctuary of my room. I went into the kitchen, my heart was pounding as I looked out of the window. The blind was fully open and no curtains, if anyone was outside they would see me as clear as day. If there was anyone looking in they would be in the back garden, so my state of undress wouldn't be the most pressing question, but still, very exposed. I made my breakfast and went into the living room to eat it. I covered my chest and peeped out of the window. I started to lower the blinds. I could leave the blinds open. I paused with my hand still on the cord to lower the blinds. I glanced out of the window. We lived in a standard semi-detached house. There was a tall hedge that ran along the length of the garden wall, only broken by double gates that lead onto the driveway. The driveway was long enough to fit two cars one behind the other, and the front garden was the same depth less a narrow pathway to the front door. It was fairly secluded from the road and looking from the pavement outside the gates you could see into the living room, but as the house was very slightly higher than the road unless I stood in the window you couldn't see me. All those observations are all very well and good, but try sitting in the front room of your house with no clothes on. The chances of someone seeing you are very slim, but if anyone came up the drive for whatever reason to get to the front door they had to walk passed the windows, and the natural reaction when walking passed a window is to have a nosey. Or is that just me? Either way, I was very naked and would have no warning before anyone saw me. I switched the TV on to try and distract myself, but I was hyper-aware of how exposed I was. My entire body was tingling with excitement as I sat on the sofa and I could feel myself getting turned on. My phone vibrated on the sofa next to me and I nearly leapt out of my skin. "Fucking hell," I said to myself as I picked it up, my heart pounding out of my chest again. It was my friend, Hanna. "Hey," I said as I answered the phone. "Hi. Still alive?" she asked. "Just," I replied, "How are you feeling?" "Like shit," she said with a giggle. "Are you up?" "Yeah," I said. "Are you naked?" she asked. I could tell by her tone she wasn't expecting a positive answer and to be honest if she had been half as drunk as me I was impressed that she had even remembered our conversation. My lack of answer or just ignoring her question and changing the subject was all she needed and she put two and two together. "No way... are you naked?" she asked giggling. I could still have lied and said that of course, I wasn't naked, but I didn't, again I hesitated. "Maybe a little bit naked," I said after a few seconds. "You can't be a little bit naked," Hanna said with a giggle, "You are either naked or you aren't," she said. Before I had time to reply I felt my phone buzz and she requested a video call. "No way," I said declining her request, "I am naked," I confirmed. "Awesome," she said laughing, "Where are you?" she asked. "Living room," I replied. "And you are naked?" she asked. "Yep," I replied, "Blinds open and everything." "Bull shit," she said, "You don't have the balls for that," she added as she requested a video chat again. I switched her to speaker phone and lined up the preview of my camera so it was only showing my face and shoulders. I accepted the video call invite. The call switched and after a short delay as the video feed sorted itself out I could see her looking at me and she could see me. "Ooooo bare shoulders," Hanna said sarcastically, "So brave, no way are you nude." She wanted me to prove it. We are best mates, she has seen me naked hundreds of times. Changing during sleepovers, at the gym, at swimming etc etc, so her seeing me naked wasn't really an issue. Broadcasting it over the internet was a little worrying, but I trusted her fully so I knew even if she did record it she wouldn't be a bitch about it. What made me hesitate was the situation. Yes, she has seen me naked, and if we were at swimming we would share a family-changing cubicle and strip naked with no hesitation. We would barely even look at each other. Flashing on camera though was a lot higher stakes. She would be looking at my body as opposed to just seeing it. "I am," I said as I covered my boobs with my left hand and arm before lowering the camera so she could see down to my tummy. "And the blinds are open?" she asked. I turned the camera around so she could see around the room and see that the blinds were open. "That is awesome," she said. "Terrifying," I said focusing the camera back on my face and smiling at her. "Impressed," she said nodding her head approvingly, "Bottomless as well?" she asked. "Yep," I said nodding my head. "Prove it," she said grinning at me. "No way am I flashing my pussy on camera," I replied shaking my head to further cement the response. "Eww yeah, good point, don't wanna see that," she said giggling, "Use your hand to cover yourself, go on, dare you." I stared at her for a few seconds as I considered her dare. I was of course going to do it, it was just logistics. I shifted my seating position so I was sitting normally and without my feet tucked up on the sofa underneath me. I looked down at myself and plucked up the courage. I looked at Hanna who was just smiling back at me as she waited. I placed my left hand between my legs to cover myself and then quickly pivoted the camera for her. Even though my pussy was covered it was obvious I was naked and her eyes nearly bugged out of her head. "Fucking hell Sophie," she said laughing out loud, "Oh my God, crazy bitch. What if someone comes to the door?" she asked. "If they look through the window... they see me naked," I replied moving the camera back to just my face and smiling at her. "That is AWESOME!" she said giggling, "Oh my God I hope someone catches you." "Cheers, some mate you are," I said sarcastically. "Oh come on, flashing is no fun unless someone sees you," she said grinning. "Funny you should say that," I said, "Mum saw my bum. Brother saw the lot," I said before telling her about earlier. "Oops," she said, "Has Graham seen you naked before?" she asked. "Not like that," I said, "He has walked in on me before, but he had a full frontal view of me for a fair few seconds." "Oh well, makes it even," she said shrugging her shoulders, "You have seen him haven't you?" "Yeah," I said nodding my head. "So are you really going to spend all day naked?" she asked. "We will see," I said, "That was the dare though wasn't it?" "Yeah it was," she said, "That has made my day. I can't believe you are downstairs and naked." "Anyway, what are you wearing?" I asked. I could see that she was in bed, and knew that she did sometimes sleep naked. "Vest style nightie thing," she said as she lifted the duvet and gave me a quick flash, "And panties. Way more than you," she added sticking her tongue out at me. "I dare you to be naked all day as well," I said. "No way," she said shaking her head, "Full house here." "Being caught is what makes it fun," I said grinning at her. "Yeah, a small chance of being caught is fun, just walking around your house where Mum, Dad and brother are guaranteed to see your pussy tits and ass is just embarrassing," she said. We chatted for a while longer before she said that she was going to get up and make some lunch as she was hungry. We hung up and I could probably eat as well. I got up and went into the kitchen. I flicked the kettle on and took a packet of super noodles out of the cupboard. It was then that I saw the washing machine and remembered I had been asked to hang the washing out. I grinned to myself as I considered hanging the washing out naked. Our back garden is surrounded by 7-foot high fences all around, so being seen from neighbouring gardens was extremely unlikely. The houses however if anyone was in the upstairs windows either side would be able to see into the garden and by extension see me naked. I opened the washing machine and took out the stuff. I hung the underwear and socks onto the separate device for drying them and placed it on the table. I sorted the rest out, which consisted of ten items. I looked out of the window and tried to talk myself into it. I unlocked the back door and opened it. I stood in the doorway for a few seconds as I tried to pluck up the courage. The sun was out, but it was still fairly cold and as the cold air licked between my legs and across my nipples I felt the tingle of excitement. I loved being exposed and the idea of being naked in public was a massive fantasy of mine. Okay, it was a very tenuous claim for it being public as it was a private back garden, but even so, buzzing and the slight dizziness of adrenaline. I just had to do it, if I went outside and someone was overlooking the garden we would see each other at the same time. The washing line was in the centre of the garden, which was around 5 meters from the house. I looked around the kitchen and saw a pile of clean, dry towels. I grabbed one and wrapped it around myself. Being tiny it easily covered me. I grabbed the underwear and took it outside. Hanging it on the line I clipped it in place and looked into the windows that overlooked the garden. They were all clear, from what I could see anyway. I went back inside again and scooped up half of the items. I faced the houses as I hung the washing out and watched the windows. There was no movement or any sort of life in any of the windows and I went back inside to get the second half of the washing. As I stepped towards the door I tugged at the towel that was tucked into itself by my shoulder. That was all that was holding the towel up and as the tuck slipped out the towel slipped to the floor. Avoiding hesitation as I would lose confidence I strode out into the garden barely breaking stride. My heart was thumping in my chest and I watched the windows like a hawk as I hung out the washing. I was outside for less than 30 seconds, but it felt like a lifetime and the relief was overwhelming as I stepped back into the house. I also felt a bit disappointed that no one had caught me. Hanna was right, half the fun is being caught, or at least the risk of being caught. I had negated the majority of the risk except for a neighbour having perfect timing to look outside in the 60 seconds when I was exposed. I folded the towel up again and put it back on the pile. I made my lunch and sat at the breakfast bar to eat it. I went back into the living room and felt the buzz of adrenaline as I walked back in with no hesitation and didn't check if there was no one coming to the door. There wasn't, but even so, it felt so good and I was massively turned on. It had been less than two hours and being naked was already starting to become normalized. A couple of hours ago I was tippy-toeing around the house, checking rooms before I went into them. Checking that the coast was clear and just paranoia in case someone had come home and I hadn't heard them. I was now just confidently striding around the house as though I was decent. I sat on the sofa and switched the TV back on, but my legs were not as crossed as they had been earlier. I gently teased my hand down between my legs and stroked my fingers over my clit. "Oh wow," I breathed as I felt the pleasure flood through my body. I quickly focused in on my clit and what had started as a casual stroke quickly became a legs open fingering. I was staring at the front window as I rubbed circles on and around my clit with my fingers. I have no idea why I was looking at the window, if anyone looked in we would see each other at the same time so either way they were seeing me doing what I was doing. Better the devil you know though I guess, if I am going to get caught I had may as well know I have been caught. "Oh fuck..." I whispered softly to myself and as my eyes rolled into the back of my head I closed them for a few seconds. I blinked them back into focus again and stared at the front window. They rolled again and I pushed a little harder and circled a little faster. "Yes... yes yes..." I whispered as I bucked my hips against my fingers as I chased orgasm. I knew that I wouldn't last long, I could get myself off quickly, especially if I was horny and this was just release. My body just needed to orgasm and that is what I was going to give it. I teased my entrance with my index finger and it was instantly surrounded by warmth. I grinned to myself and didn't even penetrate passed the second knuckle. I pulled my finger out, added my middle finger and pushed two fingers inside myself. My body resisted slightly at the larger penetration but easily took my two fingers. I sank down on the sofa so I was slouched with my bum towards the front of the seat cushion. It was a fairly deep sofa and my tiny frame allowed me to almost lay on the seat. My shoulder blades and head were still against the back of the sofa, but other than that I was on my back with my legs open. With just my right hand I fingered myself and rubbed at my clit with my thumb. I saw my phone light up, but ignored it. I was close to cumming and I wasn't stopping now. Pushing two fingers as deep into myself as I could I changed the angle to add a bit of extra depth. Using the fingers of my left hand I rubbed at my clit. My legs were wide open as I fingered myself. "Oh fuck... yes," I said slightly louder than a whisper. Speeding up with my fingers I stroked them in and out of myself. Curling them forwards and pushing against the front wall of my pussy I raced to orgasm. "Come on... cum," I urged myself. I stopped rubbing myself off and grabbed my own bum. I squeezed it as hard as I could until it hurt and then squeezed a little harder. Switching to my breasts I pinched my left nipple between my thumb and index finger. "Mmmmmmm yes," I breathed as I tried to tease my body to climax. I squeezed harder and twisted my nipple until it hurt. Still playing with my nipples I started to gently stroke my clit and between my legs. Gently at first, but gradually picked up the pace as my body responded. "Ohhh fuck... yes... cum Sophie... cum," I urged myself as my body surrendered. A wave of pleasure washed over me as my entire body went tense. Still squeezing my nipple harder than was probably required and thrusting my fingers in and out of myself I orgasmed. Home alone I let it go slightly and although I was very short of screaming orgasm levels of climax I let myself orgasm audibly. Rocking my hips and switching my vice grip on my nipple to rubbing my clit again I finished myself off noisily. "Yes yes yes yes YES!" I gasped as I fucked myself. I stopped and let my legs fold together as I caught my breath. I looked out the window and was very relieved to not have an audience. After a few moments, I checked my phone. It was an Amazon notification that a delivery was nine stops away, and that was five minutes ago. I checked the interactive map and the delivery was now five stops away. I felt a wave of excitement as I considered answering the door naked. I knew that I wouldn't as I wasn't that brave. The turn-on was the risk of getting caught, not actually being caught. That was just plain embarrassing. I started debating with myself in my head. There was a chance the delivery would fit through the letterbox, in which case all of my thoughts were null and void, but if the delivery driver knocked how would I answer the door? Naked was off the table from the get-go, I just wasn't that brave. The idea excited me massively, but I didn't have the nerve for that. Topless? I considered to myself, just panties? Or shorts? Even that was not going to happen. In the end, I decided on sleepwear, which sounds fairly tame, but I have some fairly interesting sleepwear. One of my ex-boyfriends was massively into the sexy bedroom play sort of thing and he bought me some pretty cool outfits. I had roughly five minutes as I rifled through my underwear and PJ's drawer. I opted for a camisole over a chemise just purely as a camisole is shorter. A chemise would easily cover my underwear, whereas a camisole would stop around my waist. My choice was decided for me as it was the first set that I found. A white silk camisole and panties set. The camisole came down to my hips so you could see my underwear, but not in a revealing sort of way, more a playful sort of way. The panties were also silk and although they were a boyshort style they were as small as you could possibly get. I put it on and checked myself in the mirror. I twisted to the sides to see what I looked like and grinned to myself. My ex was a pervert, but you have to hand it to him, it does look fucking awesomely sexy. I also remembered that this particular set was not fully opaque. They weren't fully see-through or anything like that, but where the material hugged my body you could see through it. That was my nipples and my pussy. Neither were glaringly visible, just a shadowy impression of what was hidden beneath, you could just about make out the darker skin of my areola and between my legs, you could see the line where my most intimate bits were tucked away. I was glad I was shaved, as having hair down there would have made it very obvious the panties were see-through. I hesitated, but I heard the doorbell so this was it. Either grab my dressing gown or go for it. My heart was pounding in my chest again and my inner voice was screaming, "OH MY GOD, DO IT!!" The doorbell went again and I hurried downstairs. I checked the time and it was almost 1 pm. "Yeah, sec," I said through the closed door as I could see them through the frosted glass. I unlatched the door and opened it towards me standing behind it. "Sorry, lay in," I said smiling at him. He was in his mid-30s and was our usual Amazon delivery driver. "No worries Miss," he said as he eyed what he could see, which was basically my top half down to around the bottom of my ribcage. "Delivery for Graham," he said. "Yeah, thanks," I said as I wondered what he had ordered. We all used the same Amazon account to save on delivery costs so we all got notifications on the app, which can lead to embarrassing situations. In short, if you are ordering anything a bit naughty make sure you are in the correct account. There would be much blushing involved if a notification of a new order went to your whole family and it was "Girl's dream maker, 12-inch whizzy buzzing magician. Guaranteed to make you go cross-eyed and squeal." "Needs a signature," he said holding the tablet towards me. "Oh yeah, sure," I said abandoning the partial safety of the door and stepping out into the doorway. A smile cracked across his face and I felt a rush of excitement as I took the tablet off him. I signed what was nothing like my signature, can anyone use those tablets where you sign with your finger? I know I can't. The cool outside air surrounded me as I stood in the doorway and I felt my nipples stiffen underneath the silk material of my camisole. They were not designed for modesty, they were designed to look cute, slinky and sexy. I knew that my nipples would be glaringly obvious through the top and that was before his eyes wandered south and stared at them. I handed him back the tablet and after a short delay where he was just gawping at my body, he noticed and took it off me. "Thanks, Miss," he said as he nodded his head, "Have a good day." "Cheers, you too," I replied. "I think my day has peeked," he said smiling at me warmly before walking back down the driveway again, but not before another full body scan of me with his eyes. I know in this day and age it isn't overly PC to admire and judge a girl on how she looks, but fuck me, it still felt good and was a massive ego boost. God gave me it so I had may as well have fun with it while I could. As I closed the door I felt a mix of pure excitement, but also regret. Not regret that I had just opened the door in what was effectively sexy underwear to a stranger, but the regret was that I hadn't been brave enough to do it topless or even have done it naked. My heart fluttered at the thought of doing that naked and I felt a tingle down the length of my spine and a warmth between my legs. I went back upstairs and stripped, leaving the nightwear on my bed. I went back downstairs and continued my day as normal, except for not wearing anything. It was fairly uneventful as I went about a sleepy Saturday afternoon just watching TV and I even went and got a book at some point to read. I rarely got time to read, I was very easily distracted and the hustle and bustle of a busy household was all it took to make me lose my place or not follow the story properly. It was lovely, so nice to have peace and quiet and I wished that I could afford my own place to have this level of peace and quiet every day if I wanted. As I wasn't even working part-time at the moment it was a pipe dream and had no way of becoming a reality. Still though, it would be awesome, I would also save a fortune on clothes as I could just be naked when at home. At half 4 the sun started to set and I remembered the washing. I got up and looked outside. I unlocked the door and opened it. The temperature had dropped several degrees now and it was no longer cool, it was fecking freezing. Probably not actually that cold, but in my current state of undress it was cold, I felt the cold anyway, so I really wasn't helping myself. I slipped on a pair of my trainers that were by the back door and stepped out into the garden. I crept forwards looking backwards at the windows of each neighbour. Satisfied no one was looking out I started to remove the washing from the line. It took me three trips to get everything inside and each time I went outside I crept into the open checking and double-checking the windows as I went. I went back inside and remembered that I had left the tub of pegs on the grass. I cursed myself and unlocked the door again. I went outside and picked it up. It was ridiculously full as for no reason mum thought she needed a billion pegs at all times and of course, a few fell out. I picked them up and turned around. I saw movement in the upstairs window to the left. My eyes were drawn to the window and I saw my neighbour looking out at me with a very large smile on his face. He was elderly and lived there will his wife of 60 years. He was cute and friendly and as neighbours, we got on well, he had also now seen me naked. "Fuck," I said to myself as I covered myself. Now I always assumed the act of covering myself in 'oh shit, caught naked' situations would be a fairly routine procedure. Pussy, boobs, ass in that order of priority, if only one option was able to be covered in any situation like you were carrying a box of pegs, then hand between legs at the very least. In reality, what I did was total panic and ended up just scurrying back to the safety of the house covering nothing of any importance. I slammed the door closed in my panic and swore out loud. "Fuck fuck fuck," I said as I had just been caught. I wasn't upset I had been caught naked, I was more worried that he would mention it in casual conversation. I could of course deny it, but why would he make it up in the first place? I could just shrug and play it off as not even worth talking about. Or, I could come up with a billion excuses, none of which were viable, as ultimately I did it for the buzz and for sexual excitement. Or I could stop Catastrophising and just get on with it. How would it come up in conversation? "Oh hi there neighbour, saw your daughter naked the other day." Hardly. I grinned to myself, I hated it when Hanna was right, but yeah, the risk of being caught was what made it fun and actually getting caught was a massive adrenaline rush. The panic and removal of control from yourself as someone sees you naked and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it. You cant even shout at them for barging into your private space without warning, you just have to suck it up and accept that it happened, and oops. My phone lit up with a message from Mum. Mum -- Hey love, we are staying over so you will have the house to yourself. Make sure you lock the front door before you go to bed. Hope you are feeling better Me -- Yeah, thanks, feeling alive again. Washing is done, where do you want it? Mum -- Just throw it in our room for now. I took the washing upstairs as it was currently just abandoned on the dining table at the moment. When I got back downstairs I had a missed call from Hanna. I rang her back and put her on speaker phone so I didn't have to hold the phone. "Hi, you rang?" I said when she picked up. "Yeah, just being nosey," she said, "Are ya still naked?" "Yep," I said confidently. "That is awesome," she said giggling, "Have you been naked all day then?" "Pretty much," I replied. "Amazon delivery earlier though." "Should have done it naked," she said. "You know the white camisole set I have..." I said. "I do," she said hesitantly as she waited for more detail, but I didn't offer anything else. "Just that?" she asked. "Uh-huh," I replied. "Wow. The see-through one?" she asked, but it was rhetorical as she knew the answer, "That is awesome. Jealous." "You do it as well then," I prompted. Her family were fairly liberal, much more liberal than mine were, if I walked around the house wearing anything less than head-to-toe body armour I was told to get dressed. That is maybe a little overly dramatic, but if I left my room in a vest and very conservative panties that I had clearly slept in it would be commented on. They weren't stuffy with it or anything like that, it was just how they were. Hanna didn't make a habit of walking around her house naked, but she would think nothing of making herself a drink wearing just a towel or a t-shirt. On a family holiday a while back she was sharing a room with her brother and after a few uncomfortably warm nights she slept in just her panties and to hell with her brother seeing her. I would never be that braisen, to her though it was just more practical and it is only her brother, who cares if he sees her. It was a big ask though to get her to go naked like I am. "How about no," she said flatly. "Wimp," I goaded. "Are you going to stay naked tomorrow as well?" she asked. She had me there, as I wasn't willing to do what I was suggesting she did, so I didn't really have a leg to stand on. I just changed the subject. "Neighbour saw me naked," I said. "Oops, which one?" she asked. "Right side," I said, "Mr Jones," I said. "Made his day I bet," she said laughing, "What happened?" "Well I was maybe getting the washing in..." I began, but she cut me off. "Outside? Naked?" she asked sounding a mix of surprised and impressed. "Uh-huh. Well, I had trainers on," I said, "Three trips, no issue, forgot the pegs, got complacent, full frontal," I said. "Oops indeed," she said laughing. "Have you braved eating today yet?" she asked. "Yeah, had a light lunch," I said, "Hangover hungry now though. Deciding what to have." "Do the pizza dare," she said. I smiled to myself. It had been a fantasy to do that forever but I had never really had the opportunity or been brave enough. "Dunno," I said. "Go on, dare ya," she urged, "Tell you what, if you do it I will pay for your pizza." "Large pizza?" I asked. "Yep," she replied. "And chicken wings? I asked. "Yep," she said, "Fully naked, no covering, full frontal naked," she added. I grinned to myself as I considered her offer. A takeaway pizza was going to be $30 and as a none working student that was most of my cash. I say my cash, it was most of the cash I had 'borrowed' from my parents that was left after my night out. "And you will pay?" I confirmed. "Yep," she said, "You have to be naked though, hallway lights on, no hiding behind the door or anything like that." "How will you know if I actually do it?" I asked. "Well I was just going to trust you, but now you mention it," she said as I could hear her mind working, "You can WhatsApp video call me and place your phone in the hallway so I can watch as well." "So two people see me naked, hardly seems fair," I said. "I have seen you naked loads," she said giggling again. "Are you wimping out?" "Nope," I said confidently, "If you pay, I will do it." "Deal," she said, "What do you want?" "Uh, pepperoni, stuffed crust. Small box of chicken wings," I said. "Hot? Mild? Smoky?" she said as she listed a few of the many chicken wing options. "Just mild," I said. "Okay dokay," she said while she (I assume) sorted the order on her phone. "Fucking hell, 28 bucks. Robbing bastards." "I know, piss take isn't it?" I replied. "Slightly," she said, "Anyway, you really doing it? I will hunt you down for my 28 bucks if you wimp out." "Yep, I will do it," I said. "Naked. No covering. No hiding. Lights on. I see it as well," she clarified. "Yep, yep, yep, yep and yep," I said. "Sweet! Okay ordered," she said, "ETA, 20 minutes." "Okay," I said. I carried the phone into the hallway and turned the lights on. I placed the phone on the old telephone table and angled it so it was facing the front door. I switched the call to video and waited a few seconds for it to connect. "That view okay?" I asked. "Er... yeah," she said, "Ring me when they get there." "Will do," I said. "You are soooooo wimping out of this," she teased. I didn't reply. I just ended the video call and left my phone where I had set it up. I was nervous, I spent the next 20 minutes clock watching and pacing around as reality set in what I had just agreed to. The fantasy was awesome, the reality could be totally different. What if they complained instead of laughing about it? What if the delivery driver was a girl? Would that be better or worse? I honestly didn't know. I nearly messaged Hanna and told her I would give her the money, but each time I walked towards my phone something kicked in and I didn't send any such message. I was watching out of the window and I saw a car pull up. It was branded, so unless one of my neighbours had ordered from the same place at the same sort of time then this was it. I video-called Hanna and she picked up instantly. "Are they there?" she asked. "Yep," I said poking my head in front of the camera, "They have just pulled up," I added. "Awesome," she said smiling at me, "One public viewing order of Sophie's pussy, tits and ass coming right up," she added with a cheeky grin. The doorbell went and I nearly wimped out again, but after a second's hesitation I didn't I walked towards the door which would have given Hanna a full view of my bare back and bum. I paused at the door, took a deep breath and opened it. I stepped back as I opened it so the door didn't hit me and I just stood in the doorway fully lit and naked. "Oh wow," the delivery driver said staring at me. They were male, early twenties I would guess, and they were very much staring at my nudity. He seemingly forgot why he was there and for the next few seconds, he just alternated looking at my breasts and pussy. "I assume you lost?" he asked grinning at me. "Yeah, something like that," I said. My head was spinning and my heart was beating so hard I was sure I could actually hear it pounding in my chest. "Erm, large pepperoni, stuffed crust, small chicken wings, mild," he said as he handed me the two boxes. "Ta," I said taking them off him. "Have a good night," he said. "Thanks, you too," I said automatically. "Oh I have," he said smiling at me. "Super cute," he added as he left and I closed the door. I closed the door and took a deep breath. I also realised that as I span around to walk towards my phone Hanna was about to get a full frontal view. It was too late now though and I picked the phone up switching her back to voice only. "That qualify?" I asked. "Fucking yes it does," she said laughing loudly. "Fucking hell Sophie. Made his fucking year!" "Such a buzz," I said, "Sooo terrifying." "I sooooooooooo need to do that," she said, "Fucking hell, awesome." "Totally buzzing," I said hearing the excitement in my voice. "I bet," she said. "You look super cute shaved as well. Have you always been shaved?" she asked. As I have said, she has seen me naked loads, but even though she has seen me countless times, she has never actually looked, if that makes sense. "Pretty much yeah," I said, "Since I used to swim, it was just easier." "Looks cute," she said, "Do you pay for it or DIY?" she asked. "DIY. Imagine asking Dad for that money? Hey Dad, can I have $40 to get my twat waxed?" "Ha, yeah, good point, I didn't think of that," she said laughing. "I use the Veet stuff, dead easy and lasts for a few weeks as well," I added. "Awesome, I may try it," she said, "I will leave you to your well-earned food. Speak soon." "Cheers for the food," I said as we hung up and I went into the living room to have my chicken and pizza. I would have to be careful as Mum would kick my ass if she knew I was eating on her cream Italian leather sofa, but what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.

Summer Hoilday 2018 by Isabella Summer Hoilday 2018 Part 1 I'd booked the holiday, a fortnight on Zakynthos, it was going to be a relaxing beach holiday. I'd chosen flights for my family from Luton Airport and the hotel was described as a small family hotel on the edge of a small fishing village, the photograph in the brochure showed a hotel that looked like it was about four rooms wide and four floors high, the picture also showed the road, a narrow beach and the deep blue waters of the Ionian Sea. The holiday didn't start out well, the flight was two hours late taking off. Storms over mainland France meant that our flight had to take a longer than planned routing to the south. We'd been told that we'd be flying over Spain and that Barcelona Air Traffic Control would pick us up over the Pyrenees Mountains. An hour later we were given an update, the storms had beaten us to the Pyrenees and Barcelona had handed us on to Madrid ATC and Madrid had yet again altered our route, we'd be flying over Gibraltar and because of that alteration we wouldn't have enough fuel to reach our destination with the margin of safety necessary under international aviation rules. Our pilot would be requesting permission to land in a Spanish airport. In the end we actually landed at Barcelona after flying all the way around the Iberian Peninsula. Our planned four to five hour flight had already lasted seven hours and now we'd disembark in Barcelona, they would refuel the aircraft and replenish the food and drink and then we'd be allowed back on the aircraft, they allowed forty minutes to empty the aircraft, thirty minutes to refuel and restock and then fifty minutes to get the passengers back in their seats. We were all given a free hot meal that had been brought on the aircraft in Barcelona and we flew with no further issues to Zakynthos, the only problem now was that instead of landing in the mid-afternoon, it was eleven o'clock at night by the time we touched down and past midnight before we reached our hotel. There was a further disappointment...as if the flight wasn't bad enough...as we approached our hotel we were in Zakynthos city and I could see our small, family friendly hotel! The photograph in the brochure was actually the side view of the hotel and as we got closer I could see that it was actually a mega-hotel. We were given the keys to our room, we were on the fourth floor in room four-nine-eight, it had been called a family suite with two bedrooms...no, sorry, they weren't described as bedrooms but 'two separate sleeping areas'. The double bed was in the living room and there were two single beds in an alcove off of the living room. The hotel was a disappointment but the bedrooms were the biggest disappointment of all, absolutely no privacy at all. Because it was so late when we got to our hotel we slept in late on our first day, we got into the dining room just two minutes before they closed the restaurant for breakfast, fortunately, once we were in the dining room we were allowed to stay until we'd finished breakfast. Sarah, Dawn and I all wore our swimming costumes under T-shirts and micro-mini beach skirts to save time after breakfast. We also carried all of our stuff for a relaxing day on the beach. We went straight from the restaurant to the beach but when we got there we had our third disappointment. As we stood in front of our hotel's bar all we could see as far as the rocks at the end of the beach were people, our hotel had close to four hundred rooms which could have been eight hundred people or one thousand, depending on how many rooms had two occupants and how many had four. Johnny complained that the hotel's description in the brochure was false representation. The holiday rep was sitting at the bar getting well oiled and she jumped to her feet to find out what my husband's complaint was. He pointed out that the description of our hotel was a small, family friendly hotel on the outskirts of a small fishing village. The rep pointed to the hotel that was behind ours, one street away from the beach, "That hotel has a thousand rooms and it isn't the biggest on this strip, that makes our hotel smaller. The fishing village is actually at the other end of our hotel grounds, Zakynthos City at this end of the hotel and the fishing village is at the other end." Johnny was furious, "That still doesn't help us get a place on the beach!" We all looked over at the beach, there wasn't enough free space anywhere in sight to lay a single beach towel down, never mind four! "Well, if you want to go to an uncrowded beach, there is only one on this island at this time of the year, it's a free beach in a nature reserve, it's the beach where the turtles lay their eggs, there isn't any facilities there, no shops, no toilets, no buildings of any kind, not even a proper road going to it. I can get you a package deal with a local taxi driver, he'll pick you up here, take you to a supermarket to stock up on food and drinks for the day, they do all kinds of snacks and sandwiches. Then he'll take you to the beach; drop you off a short walk across the dunes from the beach. You tell him what time you want to be picked up and you pay him ten Euros when he drops you back here...if you're interested." Johnny looked at me, I nodded my head, "Okay, can you ring him for us and do the deal, we'll need to be picked up at around four o'clock." "You can arrange that for yourself, the driver speaks perfect English, he comes from Birmingham, lived here on the island for ten years, he married a holiday rep." Her smile gave her comment extra punch. The taxi driver was her husband. Johnny climbed in the front passenger seat of the car, it wasn't a marked taxi, just a normal car, Dawn climbed in the back first, Sarah followed her in and I took the seat behind my husband, I saw the driver tilt his rear view mirror down slightly...because Sarah was in the middle seat her legs were either side of the transmission hump and so her knees were forced apart and the driver was spending a lot of time looking at her legs and higher. I realised that Sarah knew that the man was looking at her because every time his eyes flicked to his mirror she would part her knees even wider, just the gusset of her swimming costume stopping him looking into her body. I looked at Sarah with new eyes, she was fifteen years old and I'd never seen her show any interest in boys before...and this wasn't a boy, Colin, our driver, was older than her father and she was 'Flashing' at him, as I looked over at her I realised that her nipples were really standing out and as it was thirty centigrade in the car it wasn't due to the cold. We pulled up outside the supermarket, it wasn't a tourist supermarket, all the woman were dressed in black with headscarves on and the men were wearing jackets with waistcoats under, Colin turned and looked at our very short, almost see through skirts before looking at Johnny, "This is a very conservative area of the city, they don't see many tourists here, it may cause a stir if your ladies go in the shop dressed the way they are!" Johnny looked over his shoulder at us, it was as if he'd seen us for the first time, he did a quick comparison look at the women coming and going from the shop, their dresses and skirts were heavy, black and reached down to their ankles. We hadn't intended on traveling dressed the way we were, our skirts were just intended to be worn around the hotel pool and beach areas, not in the town. "Yes, I can see that!" Johnny and I had a quick discussion about what to buy. Colin got out of the car and opened the boot, he had a large insulated shoulder bag that he offered to Johnny, "If you go to the freezer they sell bags of ice at two Euros, you can use one in here to keep your stuff cool and after a few hours, you'll have ice cold water to drink...you can borrow this cool bag and let me have it back when I pick you up later!" Johnny thanked Colin and wandered off to do his shopping. Colin got back in his seat and he turned to face us, he looked at me first and as he asked us where we were from in the UK he looked me up and down, he was making no secret that he was looking at my face, tits and pussy areas as we chatted and after he'd checked me out thoroughly he turned to Sarah and looked her over in exactly the same way that he'd been looking at me, he asked her what school she went to, what hobbies she had and his final question, "You missing your boyfriend already?" I saw Sarah's eyes flick in my direction, her cheeks reddened a little, but I realised that it wasn't the question that had embarrassed her it was the fact that I was sitting next to her, I smiled at her discomfort and she seemed to shrug her shoulders before she looked back at Colin and nodded her head, "Yes, I won't see him for a month, he goes on holiday when we get home!" Well, that shocked me a lot, I had no idea that she had any interest at all in boys, even though she was fifteen years old and had a well developed body I'd never seen her have any interest in anything other than her books and dancing. Colin smiled at Sarah and then moved on to Dawn, Dawn was two years younger than Sarah but there was very little difference in their size or shape, they could almost be twins. "Do you like reading and dancing too?" "Yes." I was looking at Dawn more closely now, she was making eye contact with Colin when his eyes were high enough and as he looked at her breasts they reacted to his looking and Dawn smiled, when Colin's eyes went lower Dawn opened her knees slightly until the door and Sarah's legs stopped her. "Are you missing your boyfriend too?" "No, I don't have just one boyfriend; I have lots of friends that are boys." Colin suddenly turned back in his seat and he slipped out of the car, he seemed to sense Johnny coming out of the shop and was opening the boot for Johnny to put the full cool bag and two carrier bags as well, drinks and perishables in the cold bag and snacks in the carrier bags. We drove along and even though Greek roads could be very dangerous places to be, Colin wasn't paying a whole lot of attention to what he was doing, he spent most of his time looking down at Sarah's legs and she was revelling in the attention. Colin suddenly turned off of the busy main road and onto a dirt track, he drove another half a mile and he stopped, he got out of the car and pointed towards the sea, "Just follow the track, there's a low point where you can cross the sand dunes, you'll notice half way across the dunes that there is a path to the south, that's the place to go if you need a little privacy and don't forget, it's a free beach, there are no rules on dress...actually, there are very few rules on the beach at all." The return time was agreed and Colin told us all to have a fun day on Turtle Beach. It was a good half mile walk to the sand dunes, we crossed the low point and I registered the track that went off to the south in the middle of the dune line. On the other side of the dune there was lovely golden flat sand running in a gentle slope to the water's edge. There were four family groups on that stretch of the beach but further south there were more people, it looked like it was mainly men to the south and from so far away it looked like they were all naked. We settled down to the arduous task of getting our Greek tan, dipping into the sea to cool down and back to our towels. As the morning passed into lunch time I spotted a couple, a middle aged man with a younger woman, walking hand in hand from the north, at the dip in the dunes they walked as if they were heading towards the road but they stopped at the path to the south, the woman stripped out of her bikini and then they walked along the path, climbing up into the dunes before disappearing into the heart of the dunes. I heard a whistle to the south and ten or eleven men from the group sunbathing in the nude rushed into the dunes in the direction that I'd last seen the couple in the dunes disappear. I looked at my little group, the girls were both reading with their backs to the sun, Johnny was looking in the same direction that I had been looking. I returned my gaze to the dunes again, I could see a semicircle of heads, the men...not ten or eleven now, more like twenty men...all seemed to me looking down at the same point on the ground. I looked back at Johnny and he grinned at me, he whispered, "I wonder what's so interesting up there?" he raised his eyebrows twice suggestively and he had to adjust the front of his trunks because he'd grown an erection. I let my eyes flick over at Sarah, she had spotted her father altering his dress for comfort and Dawn smiled before returning to her book. I looked back at the group in the dunes, the middle aged man's head appeared, he spoke to one of the of the men, he handed him something and the other man dropped down from view while the middle aged man took his place in the line of men watching. I saw four other men drop out of sight over the next hour and then the men suddenly drifted out of sight, the ten or eleven reappeared on the beach to the south, there was lots of back slapping and laughter, banter, that kind of thing. Two minutes later the middle aged man and his younger female friend appeared at the low point of the dunes again and walked towards the sea, they were only a few feet away from us when the woman went into the sea, her back was covered in sand, the backs of her legs and the hair at the back of her head. She totally immersed herself in the sea and then, a little closer to the beach she squatted down and carefully scooped hands full of sea water into her vagina as she chatted with the man. All five in my group watched as the woman washed her pussy as she talked with her partner, complaining that the sand had got everywhere. She pulled her bikini back on and the two of them walked back up the beach to the north. "Mum!" "What Sarah?" "I need to go to the toilet!" "You can pee in the sea." "No, the other!" "I think that Colin hinted that we'd have to go in the dunes to get privacy..." I looked at Sarah's face, she was looking a little nervous, "...you want me to come with you?" Sarah looked relived and she nodded her head. Johnny handed me a little shovel, the kind that they sold in the shops to use with a bucket to make sand castles, a little spade and a pack of tissues for the clean up. Sarah and I set off for the low point in the dunes and at the half way point Dawn joined us, "I need the toilet too mum!" We climbed to the high point in the dunes where we could see for miles around and we were looking down into a depression in the sand, the depression where the couple had disappeared from view earlier and where I'd seen the heads of twenty men. "Is this where we do it mum?" "I think it's the most private place around." We dropped down into the depression and stopped by the indent of a human back in the sand at the bottom of the depression, it looked a little bit like a sand version of a 'Snow Angel' where arms and legs had flailed during sex, and a foot away were five fresh condoms in the sand, five condoms and their torn foil wrappers. The condoms were very fresh, the sun hadn't baked them dry yet, their teats were still full of semen from the five men that had used them. I pointed to the edge of the depression on the east side, the side away from the sea, "Over there perhaps!" I used the little spade to dig two shallow holes in the sand, Sarah looked all around and pulled her swimming costume off, I could see that Dawn was considering just pulling her costume to one side but once she saw Sarah standing naked in the depression she followed suit. I have to say that I found it a little embarrassing standing over my daughters as they did their toilet, it had been more than ten years since I'd last watched Dawn using the toilet when she was a toddler... A sound to the south jolted me back to the present, I looked up the side of the depression, a young man was standing on the path above us looking down, he, like my daughters was totally naked, I looked at Sarah, she'd heard him as well, the sound had been him clearing his throat to let us know that he was there, Sarah was squatting over the little hole I'd dug in the sand looking up at the man. I was in a real quandary, I didn't know what to do, the man wasn't being threatening, he wasn't being sneaky, he was just standing there quite openly watching two naked teenagers squatting in the sand. I was running through what my options were, I had the little spade, I could threaten him, chase him away with it...I could shout out to my husband but he was a very long way away and the wind was coming from the sea so he probably wouldn't hear me...I saw Sarah smile at the man, I looked back up at him, he saw Sarah's smile and his cock jumped to attention, he started to stroke his cock slowly and Sarah gave out a little giggle. "Mum...mum, I said I'm finished!" I handed her a tissue, she reached between her legs and wiped over her bottom, she held out her hand again for a second tissue and finished cleaning her bum. I expected her to turn her back on the man and pull her swimming costume back on but she didn't, she took the spade off of me and said, "Should I bury the condoms as well?" Sarah was standing facing the man at the top of the dune above us, she was talking to me but looking at him, smiling at him. "Erm, yes, probably...yes!" Sarah squatted down again, this time facing the man, her knees wide open and she scooped a condom up with the spade and dropped it in her latrine, she stopped in that position and picked up each of the five condoms individually and looking up at the man as she worked away. She also scooped up the foil wrappers as well and dropped them into the hole as well. Finally she filled the rest of the hole in with sand. To finish off she found a twig and pushed it in to the soft sand to mark the place she'd just used as her toilet. I offered Sarah her swimming costume, she took it but she wasn't in any hurry to put it on. "Finished mum!" I handed Dawn a tissue and as I watched her, Sarah moved to the southern edge of the depression, looking up at the young man and smiling at him. He took a pace towards the edge of the depression and because no one said anything to stop him he took a second and was now on the downward slope into the hollow. Dawn walked over to Sarah and looked up at the man, "Hi!" "Hi...what's your name?" "I'm Dawn, this is Sarah and that's my mother, her name is Victoria!" "I'm pleased to meet you all, I'm Carl, I'm from Germany." Dawn turned her back on the man and started to cover her mess with sand. I was in that state where my jaw was moving up and down but nothing was coming out." "Hi Sarah, how long are you here for?" "We're here for a fortnight." He smiled and now he was just a foot away from her, "No...I meant today, how long are you going to be on the beach today?" I felt Dawn pulling her swimming costume out of my hand, she was holding on to my arm to steady herself so I looked at her as she stepped into her swimming costume carefully trying not to get sand inside her costume. "Four o'clock, Colin...the taxi driver...will be picking us up on the track at four o'clock." "Oh good...perhaps we can have a chat later if you're still around." The man winked at Sarah and he nodded at me and he walked to the north leaving Sarah hanging on to my arm as she stepped into her swimming costume. Nothing was said, Sarah marked Dawn's bog-hole in the same way that she'd marked her own and we headed back off to Johnny and our towels. Johnny said, "Was everything okay up there?" "Sure...why?" "I saw a naked man...it looked like he was spying on you!" "Oh Carl..." Johnny looked surprised that I knew his name. "...he just waited until the girls were finished and then he came through on his way to the north." "You know his name?" "It was Dawn, she introduced us to him and he told us his name..." I chuckled, "...he even asked Sarah if she'd still be here later when he gets back, he asked her if they could have a chat later!" Sarah and Dawn had gone into the sea to wash the sand out of their costumes so they were out of earshot, "He asked Sarah if they could have a chat later? What did you say?" "I didn't say anything, I think Sarah was actually flirting with him a little...I've never seen her show any interest in a boy before today!" "Yes, but he wasn't a boy, he was a man from the looks of it." I shrugged my shoulders, "Well, Sarah seemed happy...perhaps that's why I've never seen her showing an interest in boys, they were all her own age...perhaps she has a thing for older men...like the woman in that couple that walked past earlier, she was at least twenty years younger than he was!" Dawn shook her head, the ends of her hair flicking droplets of water over me and her father to announce her presence. We settled down to lunch, tuna sandwiches and crisps. Johnny had even picked up cakes, Greece was too hot for cream cakes but butter cream made a welcome substitute for our beach picnic. I was re-buttering Dawn's back with sun screen when I spotted Carl walking back along the beach this time, he was still totally naked and still hard, Johnny was rubbing sunscreen into Sarah's back and they both had their backs to Carl because they were looking at the comings and goings amongst the men to the south of us. We'd heard another whistle and seen the scramble of men to get into the dunes. I could see that Johnny was in a quandary, he had jumped to attention at seeing the men standing in their semicircle, Johnny could only imagine what the men were watching and what they were doing up in the dunes but he was also rubbing sun screen into his eldest daughter's body as his cock sprang to attention. "Hello again Dawn...Victoria..." Sarah almost jumped away from her father and turned to look at Carl, he just nodded his head at her and smiled before almost whispering, "...Sarah." Sarah looked at me nervously, I just smiled at her and nodded my head, she looked over her shoulder at her father, "Hi Carl, this is my father...Johnny Clarke!" Carl offered Johnny his hand, without thinking Johnny reached up and shook Carl's hand, putting a huge pat of sunscreen into Carl's palm, Johnny apologised and offered Carl a tissue to clean his hand but Sarah jumped in, "Don't waste it, that stuff's six quid for a small bottle...here, you can finish my legs off." Johnny looked shocked as Sarah twisted on the towel and pointed her legs at Carl so that he could rub the sunscreen into her legs. Johnny's shock seemed to turn into annoyance as Carl knelt on Sarah's towel to rub the sunscreen into her legs, not down by her ankles but above her knees and Sarah was loving it, she even squirted a little more oil into Carl's hands and opened her legs wider for him. "Darling, shall we go and walk our lunch off?" Johnny looked at me suspiciously but agreed to walk with me, Dawn asked if she could come as well but I stopped her, "No darling, you stop here, I want to talk to your father!" We reached the start of the path to the south in the dunes, Johnny kept looking back at Sarah, Dawn and Carl as I pulled him along behind me, "I don't want to go too far away from Sarah and that German bloke." "Come on darling, I thought that you'd like to see exactly what's going on in the dunes!" Johnny suddenly lost all of his concerns he had for Sarah and now he was pulling me up into the dunes. We got to the top of the dune to the north of the depression and we could see one man standing on the east side of the depression, a woman on her back in the middle where I'd seen the 'Sand Angel' earlier was a middle-aged woman on her back with a much younger man between her thighs fucking her arse off. To the west, fifteen men were standing around the edge of the hollow watching the action on the bottom of the dune. Johnny squeezed my hand tightly as the young man bounced through his orgasm, as soon as he had filled his condom he pulled out and removed the sheath. The open end was knotted and the latex tossed on the floor right where Sarah had cleaned up five condoms ninety minutes earlier, joining two other condoms that were similarly knotted. The man to the east asked if the woman had finished, she propped her body up on one elbow and pointed at the man that was third in the line of voyeurs from the south. The eastern man handed the young man she'd chosen a condom and invited him to join the woman on the floor. The chosen man looked to be around eighteen years old, even younger than the man who had just finished fucking her. Johnny kissed my neck and then my ear, he whispered, "Pity there isn't any privacy at our apartment, I know exactly how I'd like to spend the nig..." The man that had just fired his load into the condom was walking up the side of the hollow towards us, he smiled at Johnny and then at me, his approach had taken Johnny by surprise, he held out his right hand towards Johnny, "Hi, I'm Nikos, one of the few local men on this beach today." Johnny shook Nikos' hand, I would say warmly but more reservedly I'd guess than warmly, "I'm Johnny from the UK and this is my wife Vicky." Nikos dropped Johnny's hand and took mine, he brought the back of my hand to his lips and kissed it. "Well, I'm guessing that you guys are new to all this or Vicky here would be on the sand next to Gretta taking part in the show...I also guess that you're more than a little intrigued by what's going on or you'd be running back to the beach calling the police on your smart phone!" Nikos locked my eyes with his as he let my hand slip back to my side and he grinned. Johnny suddenly got a little nervous, "We're new here, we only got in last night..." Johnny looked nervously down to where Sarah and Dawn were sitting with Carl, "...we're here with our daughters!" Nikos' hand reached out for my upper arm, he stroked up and over my shoulder, slipped over my shoulder strap and on to my neck, "Yes, I saw Vicky come into the dunes with your daughters earlier, they did everything right when it comes to using a savage toilet, not many people mark their spot to help future visitors." My eyes flicked over to Johnny, he had a massive erection but was looking very confused, Nikos' hand had reached my ear and he looked like he was trying to pull my face closer to his, he'd also started to grow his own erection and unlike Johnny's erection, Nikos' erection wasn't hidden from view by swimming trunks and as it stretched out from his body at ninety degrees it was brushing against the back of my hand. "We'd better go darling, the kids will be wondering where we've got to and we'll have to start packing up soon so we can go and meet Colin at the pickup point." Nikos laughed, "Well Victoria...I do hope to see more of you next time you visit our beach..." Nikos then looked from my eyes to Johnny's, "...may I kiss your wife please Johnny?" I saw Johnny's body jolt as if he's just received an electric shock at Nikos' request but he just nodded his head meekly. Nikos finished pulling my mouth to his and we kissed for a very long minute, tongue and all! As we kissed Nikos pressed his cock against my belly oozing pre-cum...or perhaps...semen from his recent fuck all over my abdomen. As soon as Nikos' mouth left mine Johnny pulled me away and we headed north. It was my turn to be nervous now, Johnny had been confused by his feelings and the erotic situation we were in. As we slipped down from the highest point of the dunes Johnny started laughing nervously, "What did you think...you know...back there, the woman doing...fucking men while her husband or boyfriend watched?" I looked over at him, "Well, very kinky...but...very big turn on!" "And Nikos...what about him...what was it like to kiss him?" "That was a turn on too, but only because you were there watching." "So, you were turned on then?" I nodded my head, "But not as turned on as he was." I looked down at my belly...to the streak of Nikos' slime trailing over the front of my swimming costume like a snail trail. I spotted Dawn in the sea, she was splashing water over herself to cool down and then I spotted Sarah and Carl on her towel in a passionate embrace, 'Snogging' as the kids would have said. I stopped Johnny and turned him so that his back was to the beach, I hooked my arms around his neck and pulled him down a little and raised myself up on my toes to meet him half way for a kiss. "Now darling, don't be mad when you see Sarah and Carl...just remember...she's fifteen and next year she can legally get married and start shelling out babies and all she's doing at the moment is practicing!" Johnny turned quickly and looked towards the beach and Sarah's towel. "But that boy is naked!" "Nikos was naked too and watching him kiss me turned you on." "But...but...but." Johnny was spluttering now, he knew he wanted to be angry but he also knew that I was right, Sarah was really old enough to have a boyfriend and the fact that it looked to me that she had been very discrete about her past boyfriends...so much so that we had no idea that she even had one. "Calm down, it's time to remember that you're a cool father who is happiest when his daughters are happy...right?" He stopped, he made a deep sigh and then he nodded his head, he muttered, "Cool dad...cool dad!" Sarah was on her back, Carl was half covering her body and their lips were locked together, I could see that Sarah's left hand was trapped under his body and his cock must have been in her hand as he slowly humped his hips down, apparently into the towel if you hadn't spotted that Sarah's hand was there. I cleared my throat and Carl rolled away from Sarah, he gave me a sweet smile and a slightly more nervous smile for Johnny. "It's time to get sorted out, pack things away..." he lifted his head and increased his volume, "...Dawn, time to get dried darling, we have to go in a minute." Sarah looked disappointed, "Dad, we should have arranged for Colin to fetch us at six o'clock instead of four!" "We'll know better for next time darling!" Sarah grinned, "Are we coming back here again?" "Well, it seems to make sense, this beach is lovely and quiet where ours is manic, we'll definitely be coming back here." Johnny looked at me and I blushed before looking up into the dunes, the fuck-fest was over and the voyeurs were spilling out of the dunes as the couple walked over the dunes towards us. We packed all of our stuff and Carl walked with us to the track hand in hand with Sarah all the way. They stood kissing while they waited for Colin to arrive, Colin turned up on the dot of four o'clock, Carl gave Sarah a final passionate kiss while Johnny loaded our stuff into Colin's boot. Carl then kissed Dawn on her cheek and me...he kissed me on my lips... On the drive back to the hotel Colin asked if we'd had a good day sunbathing. I answered, "Well, we're not really used to sunbathing, this is our first ever foreign holiday so we're not really equipped for it." I gestured to my swimming costume, we'd not bothered with the t-shirts or the beach skirts, we girls were just sitting in our costumes but Johnny was wearing his shorts on top of his trunks. "So you didn't join in on the beach then?" I blushed thinking that Colin was referring to the sex parties in the dunes, he was looking at my reflection in his mirror, "It's only nudity...nothing to get all embarrassed about! I mean, you could have just slipped your arms out of the shoulder straps of your swimming costumes and rolled the top down a little to go topless or a lot to get the sun on your lower back or abdomen...most women start out showing a little on that beach and by the end of the week they're totally happy being naked out on the beach." Colin had to swerve to miss a car turning right because he wasn't paying attention to the road. "If you're not happy with topless, you could always buy a bikini, I know where the best bikinis can be bought at the best prices...and if I take you there, I get points towards new tyres...even if you don't buy anything." Johnny suddenly looked back at me, "What do you think...would you like a bikini?" Before I could answer Dawn said, "Yes please daddy." Sarah said, "Me too please." I smiled, "Me three!" Johnny turned to Colin and said, "Driver, to the bikini cave!" Colin chuckled and took a sharp left to take a different route to the hotel end of the city. Remembering earlier...when we were told to stay in the car because too much of our legs were showing, as we reached the small back street shop I said, "Should we put our T-shirts on?" "No need, this is a tourist shop, they expect people to walk around in bikinis and swimsuits." We arrived at the bikini shop and we all walked in with Colin so that he could get his gift card marked for taking customers into the shop. I'd looked for a bikini several years earlier but in the end the holiday wouldn't happen because of financial strangulation. I'd looked in all the shops on Kettering High Street, the knickers were so big that they would have reached my belly button and the bra part was so big that it almost reached down to meet the knickers, there would have been about an inch of midriff showing to the sun. They were so expensive that I'd changed my mind, I'd bought a one piece costume for a quarter of the price and after our holiday was cancelled I used the bathing suit to wear at the swimming pool. What a shock I got when I saw the bikinis, the knickers were two small triangles joined at the points with a length of elastic connecting the bases together and the bra was two more points, the points looped over the neck as a halter top and the lower strap was again a thin strip of elastic, there wasn't an ounce of material all together. Well, that style of bikini wouldn't offer any protection at all, not from the sun and not from people's eyes, I held it up, "I may as well be naked as wear this!" Johnny looked at it, he grinned and said, "It's only ten Euros, try it on!" "They don't usually allow women to try bikinis on..." Colin butted in, "They do here, they're so certain that women will buy them...or rather, that their husbands will buy them that they're happy for women to try them on." Sarah took the bikini off of me and held it up to the shops owner, "Do you have this bikini in my size?" He came over, opened a drawer and handed her one in her size and the same colour, Sarah sauntered off to the changing room and Dawn stepped up, she held out her hand to the man and he put another of the small bikinis in her hands too. Johnny looked at me and said, "The girls seem game to try..." He left his statement hanging, leaving me to fill in the, 'Pity you're not as brave as them!' Summer Hoilday 2018 Part 2 Sarah stepped out of the changing room while I was still making up my mind if I was actually going to try the damned thing on. I saw the blood drain from Johnny's face, he turned ashen and sighed, "Oh...My...God!" under his breath. I knew exactly where all the blood had disappeared to from Johnny's face, his cock was trying to escape over the waistband of his shorts. Looking at Colin and the shop's owner's faces, I knew exactly where Johnny had been looking when his cock almost exploded, Sarah looked like a supermodel in her bikini and she was modelling it for the three men to appreciate her body. Dawn suddenly stepped into view at Sarah's side and copied her pose. Johnny's cock jumped again and he looked nervously in my direction. "Okay...I'll try it on as well." I ignored the fact that both Sarah and Daw's pubic hairs were showing all around their bikini bottoms, hanging out of the sides and sticking up over the top as well...I had to put that out of my mind or I'd never have stepped into the changing room, my bush was twice as big as both girls hairy pussies put together. I stepped out, wide carpet of hair in all directions. I looked at Johnny, he looked very excited, he stepped past Sarah and Dawn, leaving them talking to Colin and the shopkeeper. I shook my head and whispered, "I can't wear this out on a beach...I'd get arrested!" "Don't be silly, you could have gone totally naked on Turtle Beach." "But what about all the hair?" "I can look after that, I've brought plenty of disposable razors and shaving cream, I can sort the hair problem for you!" I looked at Sarah and Dawn, they were both flirting, Sarah was flirting with Colin and Dawn was flirting with the much older owner of the shop. I whispered, "We still have a problem, I don't think that Sarah or Dawn will leave the shop without their bikinis as well." "That's no problem, it's only thirty Euros for all three." "No, I know that, the price isn't the problem, the problem is that they will both need their hair slashing back as well." Johnny looked shocked. "I can't...I mean, it would be wrong if I..." "When they were younger, you changed their nappies, you washed them in the bath didn't you?" He nodded his head, "Yes but they didn't look like that back then." "Okay, I understand...well, it's a musketeer kind of thing, one for all or none at all!" Johnny grinned at me, "Okay I'll play barber so long as you're there all the time!" I managed to pry Dawn and Sarah away from the men and back into their old swimming costumes so that Colin could take us back to our hotel. At the front door Johnny offered Colin more money because of the shopping trip on the way back from the beach but Colin would only take the ten Euros as we'd agreed. "How about tomorrow...Do you need a lift to the beach again?" Johnny looked at me, I smiled, he looked back to Colin, "Yes please, how about nine-thirty in the morning, we'll need to go to the shop again to get supplies and I think you should pick us up at six o'clock tomorrow instead of four." We had an hour to kill before dinner so everyone had a shower, I took first go and sat on my bed after...still dripping wet. Johnny asked me, "How far do you want me to go?" I giggled and whispered, "All the way..." Now I was joking...playing on the phrase, 'How far do you want me to go!' as a sexual question rather than how much hair did I want off and before I could say that I was joking, Johnny had run his brand new battery powered wet and dry beard trimmer straight down my belly and pubic mound to my cunt, it wasn't clean shaven bit there was now a gap all the way down my pussy, it was like a negative Mohican. I gasped, "I was joking...I was just going to have you trim it down!" "Too late darling...sorry!" By the time Sarah was finished in the shower I was denuded, not clean shaven but stubbly. Sarah sat there wrapped in a towel while her father used his disposable razor and shaving soap to take my pussy to totally bare." I looked over at Sarah, "How do you want your hair, a light trim, just enough so that it doesn't show around your bikini bottoms?" Sarah reached out and touched my pubis with her finger tips, "Can I have mine the same as mum's please dad?" Johnny blushed at Sarah's request and he gave me a dirty look...as if it was my fault that Sarah wanted a totally clean fanny. Johnny was working on Sarah when Dawn flopped down next to her and peeled her own towel open, Johnny handed me his clippers and said, We're running out of time, you'd better start Dawn off while I'm finishing Sarah." After having Johnny shave me and watching him cutting Sarah's hair down I didn't feel the slightest bit embarrassed about trimming Dawn down to stubble while Johnny rushed into the bath room for a quick shower. I took a deep breath, plastered Dawn's pussy mound with shaving soap and I took a new disposable razor, I'd watched Johnny do my pussy and Sarah's so I felt that I could do it too. I was shaving Dawn and said, "Girls, I think that your father and I might need a little privacy tonight after dinner, would you like to go to the Katoteros Club for an hour before bedtime?" Sarah gave an exasperated sigh, "MUM! The Katoteros Club is for kids under thirteen and the Catacombs Club is adults only, the letter we got when we arrived said that, they don't have any entertainment for thirteen to seventeen year olds!" She was right, again, another disappointment about the holiday was that the brochure had said 'Entertainment for all the family', it had the Vrefos Club for children under nine years old, the Katoteros Club for kids between nine and twelve years old but it missed out a whole age range of teenagers between thirteen and seventeen years old. "Sorry about that darling...I'll ask Colin's wife if there is anything for the teenagers like you and Dawn to do when I see her but...just for tonight...can you please go to the kid''s dance?" Sarah put her hands on her hips and looked from Dawn to me and then, through gritted teeth she said, "Look mum, me and Dawn...we aren't the sweet little virgins that you think we are...we know all about sex, if you and dad want to get it on together, we'll pretend to be asleep if that's what dad needs to perform!" Well, it had been a shocking kind of day and Sarah telling me to fuck her father while her and her sister were almost in the same room was the biggest shock of them...wait...no...rewind! 'We're not virgins!', what the hell, I know that I told their father that Sarah would be old enough to marry and start shelling out babies in less than twelve months but I had no idea that she was already... "Wait a minute, who...how...where...how many...what the hell do you mean, you and Dawn aren't virgins?" "Mum, come on, grow up and smell the roses, I lost my virginity when I was twelve and Dawn lost hers the same week...she always copies what I do straight after!" "Who with?" "Mum, do you really want to know?" Did I? Did I really? I nodded my head. "It was Cousin..." Johnny chose that moment to walk out of the bathroom and Sarah stopped talking. We're going to be late for...oh, you've done Dawn..." Johnny came over wrapped in his towel and looked at Dawn's pussy, "...you've done a good job there." "I just did what I saw you doing!" Sarah was stepping into a pair of bikini style knickers and she picked up the matching bra, "Mum, do I have to wear a bra under my shirt?" "Not if you don't want to darling, it's your body; I think you're old enough to choose how you dress!" Johnny was struggling to get his under pants on under the cover of his towel, I watched for five minutes and then pulled his towel away, "Just get dressed, they've seen a hundred naked men so far today." Sarah and Dawn were looking at each other conspiratorially, as if they had yet another secret that they were about to spring on me, Sarah took a handkerchief out of her drawer and as she unfolded it, it turned out to be a top of some sort, long sleeved, white cotton collar and cuffs, white cotton patch pockets but that's where the solid material ended. The rest of the top was a wide open mesh, a bit like a string vest or fishnet stockings. I could see why Sarah didn't want to wear a bra under her top...a top that I'd never seen before. "Where did you get that top from? I've never seen it before!" "Uncle Peter gave me and Dawn one each when he heard that we were finally coming somewhere hot, he thought that we could wear them over our swimming costumes when we walked from the hotel to the beach." Johnny had turned his back while he pulled his underpants on but hearing our conversation he turned to see what Sarah was wearing and he instantly tented his thin underpants. Sarah just smiled and raised her eyebrows at her father's reaction and then Dawn took her own shirt out of her drawer and put it on. I had a funny thought, well more like, 'It's funny that Johnny had no problem while they were naked...no problem when they were just wearing knickers but the shirt...Sarah putting that shirt on, that caused him to spring to attention in an instant'. Then it dawned on me, it wasn't the way they were dressed or not dressed, it was the thought of Sarah going out wearing that top, almost all of her breasts and upper body on display through the open-weave top. Johnny pulled his trousers on quickly to hide his erection; he seemed to have spent most of the day with a hard on, "Why did my brother buy you girls those blouses?" "He thought that it was time that we stopped dressing like ten year olds, he also told us not to show you them until we got here or you wouldn't let us bring them with us." I could see that Johnny was about to explode, I took his hand and squeezed it, "Don't you think they look very adult dressed like that darling?" Johnny looked shocked at what I'd said and as he looked at me with his best incredulous look I mouthed, 'Cool Daddy!' at him and he calmed down. At dinner our table was the centre of interest for around half the men on our dinner sitting. Because of all the attention the girls were getting I was getting more attention than usual too, not that I'd usually welcome attention from men other than Johnny...but that was before the kiss with Nikos earlier, that kiss and watching a woman being fucked right in front of me by two strangers while her husband stood at her side looking down at her proudly. And now...now I was revelling in the attention being paid to me by total strangers and basking in the attention being paid to my daughters as well. After dinner, walking from the restaurant, Sarah and Dawn were hanging back a little, I think that they were walking slowly through the crowded room to maximise the attention that they were getting from the men as they walked past. We stopped at the lift to wait for Sarah and Dawn to catch up with us, I looked back and saw Sarah talking to a man who looked older than Johnny while Dawn stood a few feet away waiting for her sister. Johnny was distracted by a news sheet from England that had been pinned up on the tour company's notice board, all the news from home in English. Sarah shook her head and the man looked disappointed, then he looked over to me and realised that I was watching so he scuttled back into the restaurant. When Sarah and Dawn caught up with me I asked Sarah who the man was. "His name is Paul, he's from Nottingham." "What did he want?" "He was asking me what our names were and where we're from in England." "Why?" "He asked if we were going down to the Catacombs Club tonight...I told him that we got in really late last night and that we were going to bed early tonight...he invited me to go to the club with him if I wasn't too tired." "I think he probably thought that you were over eighteen because of the way you're dressed." "No, I told him that I was only fifteen...he said I was old enough to get in...he said that Dawn was old enough as well!" I looked at Johnny, he'd reached the football scores on the news sheet so he was close to finishing. I had a sudden thought, "Would you have wanted to go with him if you weren't so tired?" Sarah nodded her head enthusiastically. "Wasn't he a little old...he looked as old as your dad to me." Sarah gave me a massive grin, "He's three years older than dad." "And you would have been okay with that?" "Mum, we're all different, we all have different tastes...you've always preferred boys around your own age, me and Dawn like older men!" I was suddenly taken back to the sand dunes...back to the woman on her back being fucked, she was older than me by a few years and I'd watched her being fucked by Nikos and he looked like he was about twenty-five years old and when she'd been given her choice from a line of fifteen men, she'd chosen a man who looked to me like he was under twenty. I'd seen him arrive while Nikos was fucking her... Nikos came right back into focus, I felt his fingers stroking my arm, stroking my neck, up under my ear...I felt it all over again and the heat as his erection pressed against the back of my hand...then the kiss and that as his tongue slipped into my mouth his cock had rubbed all over my belly. A shiver ran through my body, his cock had been rubbing against my belly through my swimming costume today...but tomorrow...tomorrow if he did it again, his bare cock would rub against my bare belly... "Okay darling, I've finished, shall we go to bed?" 'God yesssssss!' I blushed at that little thought The music from the Catacombs Club was very loud in the lobby, it was even louder in the liftshaft, it seemed to be acting as a sounding board, a conduit for the sound from the basement up...all the way up to the fourth floor. We could still hear the music from the Catacombs Club in the fourth floor hallway, after the first ten bedrooms, five on each side of the hallway, there was a fire door, once that closed behind us the music was quieter by around twenty percent. There was a fire door between every ten bedrooms and by the fifth set of doors there was almost no music coming through at all. It was about the only good thing about our room being so far away from the lift. Once in our room, Johnny opened the door out onto our balcony, the music rushed into our room like a tidal wave so the door was closed again and our room went silent. It was only ten o'clock but because we were so tired after our long flight and late night the previous day we were really ready for bed. Sarah stripped down to her knickers and climbed into bed, Dawn ran out of the bathroom and jumped into the other single bed opposite Sarah's. I kissed both girls and said goodnight and turned their light out, then I joined Johnny in the main room, he had taken his shirt off and was digging pyjamas out of his drawer, are you kidding darling, it's too hot for pyjamas, we can't even leave the window open because of the noise coming from the Catacombs Club...we'd stand more chance of getting to sleep down there in the disco where it's cool than up here in all this heat as well as the noise!" I stripped totally, it was actually the first time I'd actually got into bed with my husband in the nude, if we were going to have sex, Johnny would unwrap me once he joined me in bed. Johnny stripped as well and joined me in bed. I turned the light out and the room disappeared into almost total darkness, the only shaft of light in the room came from the moon and it illuminated Dawn's bed. We lay next to each other on our backs but all I was offered was a kiss, I reached over and started rubbing Johnny's cock, he whispered, "Stop it, we can't...the girls...they aren't even asleep yet!" I rolled onto my side and put my right knee over his right leg, I bit his earlobe and whispered, "I've been turned on for ten hours, if I don't get fucked right now...I'm going to explode!" Johnny still didn't move so I rolled even further over onto his body and I took control for the first time in my life. I fucked my husband instead of him fucking me. I got my own pleasure and took Johnny past the point that he could restrain himself any further and he rolled me onto my back and started fucking me properly, I was just gasping through my second orgasm when there was a crack like the sound of gunfire and we were both pitched out of the bed and onto the tiled floor. We were still connected together on the floor and even though we'd been pitched onto the floor Johnny was so close to his tipping point that he tried not to stop fucking me even though we were on the floor. The light suddenly went on, "Mum...dad, are you okay?" Sarah was looking down at us on the floor at the side of our broken bed. Johnny had to stop now, even though he was too close really and he reluctantly pulled out. Johnny was madder than hell, he flipped the mattress off the bed and lifted the divan base, I'd assumed that we'd snapped the leg of the bed but when Johnny lifted it off of the floor, the whole of one corner was snapped off with the leg still attached. Johnny found that the bed had been broken in the past and a plank had been nailed across the break on the two sides. Johnny rang reception and told them about the broken bed, he covered the mouthpiece of the phone, "We can have a room change to room one-oh-one right now if we want but the bed can't be fixed until tomorrow!" "Room one-oh-one is too close to the night club, we'll never get to sleep down there. We'll just have to put our mattress on the floor for tonight." Sarah buzzed into view again, "You could sleep in my bed, I can share with Dawn for tonight." Johnny looked at the single bed, "It's okay for you and Dawn to share but me and your mum are too big to share a single bed." "Why, you were on top of each other anyway!" Johnny made a joke of trying to swat Sarah for her cheek. "Stop, I've got the 'Child Line' number, I'll call Esther and tell her if you hit me!" So we left the broken bed standing up against the wall and Johnny and I climbed into Sarah's bed and Sarah jumped in with Dawn. Once again, Johnny was reluctant to continue with the sex, he wasn't happy fucking me when we were at the other end of the apartment but now, we were just two feet away from the girls. I was pulling and pulling and he was resisting me...in the end I looked over to the bed that was illuminated by the shaft of moon light and said, "Sarah, are you asleep?" "Yes mum, I'm fast asleep!" "Dawn, are you asleep?" "Me too mum, I'm fast asleep as well!" Johnny reluctantly rolled on top of me, he stabbed his cock into my cunt and he started fucking me with long slow thrusts, it was nowhere near as good as it had been before the bed broke but after almost ten hours of sexual excitement, any fuck was better than none. We kissed a little and then there was a sound from two feet away, Johnny pulled his lips away from mine and he looked to his left, Sarah had kicked her sheet down and was lying on her back with her knees up and wide apart, her right hand was inside her knickers and her left hand mauling at her breasts. Sarah was masturbating herself and there was a mixture of a purr and a groan combined as she brought herself off. I couldn't see the look on Johnny's face when he realised what Sarah was doing but I certainly felt it, his cock grew a little harder, a little fatter and a little thicker as he started to pump into my cunt more rapidly until he exploded in me. As I rocketed off into a massive orgasm Sarah rolled her head to the right and grinned in our direction and then we were all asleep. Not the most comfortable night's sleep but certainly one that brought us closer together as a family. We woke early in the morning but then we needed to as we'd arranged for Colin to pick us up at nine-thirty and we had to have a big breakfast before we were picked up as we'd only be having a sandwich for lunch. Johnny got into the shower first and while he was washing Sarah went into the bathroom and took a pee, I looked in, Johnny was looking down at Sarah as she sat on the toilet, naked with her knickers around her ankles. Sarah wiped her pussy dry with toilet tissue and she kicked her knickers off of her feet before standing up, Johnny panicked a little, "Don't flush, it'll make the shower go hot." Sarah walked to the shower door and opened it, "Move over, we don't have time for us all to shower on our own!" Johnny looked a little shocked but he did step aside and let Sarah share his shower with him. I was sure that at home, Johnny would have refused Sarah and told me to join Dawn in the shower but he was definitely off balance on our first foreign holiday. Sarah asked her father to wash her back and she washed his but that was the most physical contact they had in the shower. I showered with Dawn and we, we did the same, I washed her back and she washed mine. We three girls dressed in our bikinis, the girls put their see through shirts on over their bikinis; that was after all what their Uncle Peter had bought them for. I felt a little jealous when I saw how the girls looked wearing their very sexy bikinis under their see through shirts. The shirts reached down to just below the crotch of their bikini bottoms. And I would have loved to wear the same shirt as the girls and that was the first time I'd really admitted to myself that I'd love to show off my body the way the girls were doing. In the dining room I spotted once again that our table was the focus of attention of most of the men in the room. I also noticed that most of the guests were single men or groups of men. There were some families but for the most part the families were still in bed while early breakfast was being served. Sarah was fetching her hot food from the buffet and as she was making her selection I saw Paul, the man who had invited her to the Catacombs Club the previous evening, he made a beeline for Sarah, he picked up a plate and walked along with Sarah picking up food, talking to her as they went down the buffet. I watched with interest, Paul must have told Sarah a joke because she started laughing and her left hand patted his right forearm, he asked her something and she looked over at our table nervously. Sarah left Paul standing by the sausages and walked over to our table, "Mum, can I sit with Paul to eat my breakfast please?" Fortunately Johnny had just filled his mouth so he couldn't speak, he would have jumped down Sarah's throat for suggesting something like that. "Darling, we eat meals as a family...if you like...your friend Paul can join us, we have a spare seat!" I think that Johnny was surprised by two things, the first was that Sarah had actually asked to go and eat with an old man and the second was that I seemed to know him, his name and that he was already a friend of Sarah's...no, three things...the third was that I told her to invite him to eat with us. Sarah returned to Paul and they spoke for a moment and while they were talking Johnny emptied his mouth and said, "Who the hell is Paul?" "He's here on holiday from Nottingham and he asked Sarah if she wanted to go with him to the Catacombs Club last night." "How the hell do you know about him and I don't?" "Because Sarah told me that he'd asked her and that she told him that we were all having an early night so she couldn't go with him last night." "But he looks as old as me!" "He's three years older than us actually." "How come Sarah tells you stuff like this?" "Because I'm reasonable, understanding and compassionate and I understand how girls of her age think." Paul apologised for butting in to our family breakfast, I leaned forward and offered him my hand, "Hi, I'm Vicky, this is Johnny, you already know Dawn I guess!" Paul shook my hand and then Johnny's. I ate another fork full of food and then looked at Paul, "You invited Sarah to the Catacombs Club last night but she's only fifteen years old, wouldn't that have caused trouble if the authorities checked peoples ages down there?" Paul looked confused, Johnny almost gave a fist pump in the air as he said, "Didn't you know that Sarah was only fifteen years old?" Paul suddenly looked shocked, "I knew how old she was when I asked her to go with me last night and tonight, I assumed that you knew that in Greece, a girl becomes a woman at thirteen, your Dawn can get married here if she wants to, they are both counted as adults, drink as well as sex. That's why there are so many middle aged men here...we all come for the girls!" I finished my current mouthful of food, "Well, that explains why there is no club for the thirteen year old to eighteen kids, they all go in the Catacombs Club!" Sarah didn't say anything but she gave me a hopeful look, I ate another fork full of food, "Would you like to go with Paul to the club tonight?" Dawn beat Sarah to the punch, "Yes please mum!" "I don't think that Paul was inviting you darling!" Sarah took a deep breath and calmed herself down as much as she could before saying, "I'd like to go with Paul if I can mum!" Paul smiled at Sarah trying to sound so adult while Dawn was almost bouncing around, "Dawn can come with us if that's okay with you, I don't actually have any sexual interest in thirteen year old girls myself but I'm here with three men who do like girls of Dawn's age." Johnny almost choked on his food, he didn't expect a comment about sexual tastes from a total stranger at the breakfast table. Paul turned to Sarah again, "What do you have planned for today Sarah?" "Well, I kind of promised a German guy called Carl that I'd see him at Turtle Beach today if we went again." Paul smiled, "Well, take my advice, make sure that he wears a condom, they tend to do a lot of partner swapping on Turtle Beach and there could be all kinds of STD's being passed around in the dunes!" Dawn spotted Colin at the restaurant door and pointed him out to us. We said goodbye to Paul and he and Sarah had a little snog at our table as the rest of us walked to the door to Colin. I yanked on Johnny's arm and whispered, "I think as well as sandwiches we may need condoms when you go into the shop!" Johnny gave me a sideways look and then he grinned at me, "Sounds like we'll need at least three big boxes the way things seem to be going around here!"

Showing Myself by Vanessa Evans Part 4 It was late morning when I woke up to the sounds of daddy returning from the weekly supermarket run. When I sleepily walked into the kitchen daddy said, “Good morning princess, good night was it? I see that most of the paint has gone was it like that last night?” “Towards the end, yes daddy, but that was part of my plan, I wanted some of the teachers to see me and know that I was naked.” “You, my girl, are going to get into trouble if you’re not careful.” “I know daddy, but I’ve got these urges, I just can’t help myself.” “Each time you get an urge try to just think for a couple of seconds before acting.” “I will daddy. You should have waited for me to go to the supermarket with you.” “Would you have wanted to go like that?” “Yes, but I would have put something on just so that I wouldn’t get thrown out.” “Yes, it’s one thing going without clothes in a small village like this but in the city there are way too many narrow minded prudes who will complain about anything that doesn’t fit in with their ideas of what is right.” “I’ll be careful daddy.” “Good, so are you going to help me put this lot in the cupboards?” We put everything away then dad told me that he had to go and see a man about getting a job done on his Land Rover. “I could have helped you with that daddy, you know that I like helping you fix cars.” “I know Lea, but this isn’t some thing that you or I could do. I’ll only be a few hours, besides, you need to have a lazy day Ben will work you hard in the pub tonight and you have to get your uniform clean and ready to work in.” I giggled a little then replied, “Would you like to help me scrub my uniform daddy?” “I would love to but no Lea, I’m sure that you can manage.” Daddy went out and I got myself some breakfast then phoned Seth and Noah to see if they’d emerged from their pits yet. Noah hadn’t and his mum told me that she’d tell him to come round when he did emerge. Seth was up and he said that he’d be right round. I went and cleaned my teeth then took everything else that I’d need for my bathroom routine to the outside shower. “Morning Lea.” Seth said when he came round the corner. “Hey,” I replied, “I was just about to scrub the rest of this paint off. Wanna give me a hand?” Seth did, the scrubbing brush was a bit rough on my skin and it left red patches on my tits and pubes but it worked and I ended up without any trace of the bikini. I was just starting to get my razor out when Seth suggested that I leave the shaving until when I was getting ready to go to work. That sounded like a sensible idea so I dried myself, hung the towel on the line then told Seth to come to me. “I wanna try something mate.” I said as I got on my back on the grass, lifted my legs right up and over, grabbed my ankles and pushed then as far apart as my arms would go. “Fuck me.” Was all I said and within seconds Seth’s cock was going in and out, deep into my pussy, his hairy pubes tickling my clit and his balls banging against my butt. “When you fuck me from different angles it feels different inside me. I know that it sounds stupid but it feels like you are going deeper inside me.” “That’s impossible,” Seth replied, “I bottom out every time that I fuck you.” “That’s why I said it was stupid. I’m gonna cum soon if you keep doing that to me.” “Me too.” About 4 more thrusts later we both orgasmed then Seth collapsed beside me. I let go of my ankles and my legs fell to the ground. After a few minutes silence I asked, “So are you going to shave that horrible hair off your pubes Seth?” “Yeah, I’ve read that being bald feels better when you fuck.” “So when are you going to do it?” “I dunno, sometime.” “How about right now, I’ll do it for you.” “What!?” “You’re not a wimp are you?” “No.” “Well get naked and come over to the shower.” Twenty minutes later I’d trimmed then shaved his pubes, cock and balls. It would have taken less time but he got hard again and I kept wanking him a bit until he finally shot his second load of the day all over my chest. “It’s supposed to make your tits grow Lea.” Seth said. “I don’t want them to grow any bigger, besides I don’t believe that crap; but you can rub it all over my tits if you want.” He did want and he did do it and it got my nipples and pussy tingling again. “We need something to do to stop me thinking about my pussy all day otherwise I’ll be too knackered to work tonight.” I said “How about we cut that grass at my house, my mum keeps going on at me to do it.” Seth suggested. “Okay, but we cut the grass here first, that will please my dad.” “You’re not in his bad books are you Lea?” “No.” “Well he hasn’t spanked you the only red marks on your butt are from where I scrubbed you, and they’re fading already.” “No, no, he just told me to be careful going places like this, says he doesn’t want to have to bail me out of jail.” “He’s right, you should confine your little adventures to around here. No one in the village will complain about you in your birthday suit, but if me or Noah were to wander around naked someone might complain.” “Yeah, it’s stupid, I guess that it’s because your sex bit are on the outside whereas mine are on the inside. If I get all aroused no one can tell but if you do you give people a bigger handle to hold on to.” “I’m sure that you’re right Lea although I don’t want to go putting my junk on display for everyone to see, unlike you Lea.” “Yeah, I don’t know why I’ve started to want to do that and I’m sure that I’ll stop someday but until then.” “Until then what?” Noah asked as he appeared round the corner. “Lea was just saying that she doesn’t know why she wants to be naked all the time.” “So that we can fuck her stupid.” “Apart from that, hey mate, we’ve decided to cut the grass for our parents.” “What? All 3 houses?” Noah asked. “Yeah, you got a problem with that?” “No, and I guess that it will get my dad off my back. Besides, it will give him a preview of Lea walking around like that, he hasn’t seen you yet.” “He must have seen me when I was a little kid.” “Yes but you look quite a bit different now Lea.” “True. Okay, let’s get started.” It wasn’t exactly hard work especially as we took it in turns to push the mower and emptying the collection box and before long we were walking over to Seth’s house. When Seth told his mum what we were going to do she told us that she’s bring us some drinks out in a bit. She also told me to be careful and not have any accidents adding that Seth’s dad didn’t want to see me covered in band aids at the pub later. “Did you tell your mum and dad about the pub?” I later asked Seth. “Nope Lea, but you know that everyone knows everything about everyone in the village” . “I wonder if they know what we did when we got out of the limo last night.” I asked. Seth’s mum waited until we were over half done before she brought the drinks out then she sat on the grass talking whilst we all drank. “You know Lea, me and Seth’s dad used to have fun like you’re doing when we were your age.” “Mum, we don’t want to know, too much information.” Seth said. “So you used to run around with no clothes on as well?” I asked. “Oh yes but we never used to shave our pubes, it wasn’t the done thing then but I’m pleased that society has cottoned on to that one, it’s just a shame that you can’t go everywhere like that. It’s so much more liberating, more empowering, I bet that those 2 do everything that you ask them to do, a girl’s naked body is a powerful thing.” “Yes they do.“ “Well you make the most of this summer break Lea, it may be the last totally free time that you have.” “I intend to, starting with tonight.” “I bet that you’re looking forward to all those men looking at you?” “I certainly am.” “Well I’m sure that you’ll get dozens of men wanting to buy you a drink. A little tip for you Lea, thank them for it and tell them that you’ll have it when you’ve finished the one that you already have then take the cost of the drink as a tip. Don’t try to drink them all, you’ll just get drunk and won’t enjoy yourself as much.” “Thank you for that.” “Ben might tell you the same but I’ve beaten him to it. Just pretend that you didn’t know. It’s surprising what holding back and letting men tell you things that you already know can get you. Let men think that they are in control when you and I know different.” “I don’t know that it works with all men, my dad won’t do what I want him to.” “That’s because he knows you too well, you might think that you know these 2 very well, but believe me they’ll surprise you at times, men are strange creatures.” “Yeah, but they like looking at my naked body.” “Bloody hell Lea, any sane person, male or female would like to look at your body, it’s as perfect as any of those rich models. Probably better because a lot of them have unmanageable tits.” “Why thank you.” I turned to look how Noah and Seth were getting on and was pleased to see that they were about done. “Come on guys,” I said, “We’ve got two more lawns to cut.” “You mean Noah and I have Lea.” Seth said, “you’re getting so bossy lately.” “Yeah, but look at the benefits.” I said which shut him up. Noah’s parents weren’t at home and we (Noah and Seth) got the lawns cut in no time then we started walking through the village. At the shop Seth asked if anyone was getting an ice cream. “I’d love one but…. “ I replied. “Bloody hell Lea, you’ve got to find a way of carrying money, you’ll bankrupt me.” Seth said. “I could put it up my hole but that would mean that you can’t get your cocks in there. Anyway, you’ll have some money coming in when we start working at Ted’s farm.” “True, and I suppose a few ice creams is a fair price to pay for all the fucks that you’re giving me.” “Are you saying that I’m a prostitute Seth?” “Noooo. Lea, I will happily buy you any amount of ice creams even if you won’t let me fuck you ever again.” “Thanks Seth but you can still fuck me whenever you want, that’s what mates are for.” “What about me?” Noah asked. “You too Noah, anytime.” “Good to see you again Leanne.” Drew Grey said when we went into the shop. “You too Seth, Noah but I think that you’ll understand why my eyes zoomed in on a beautiful young female body before I saw you.” “Yeah Drew,” Seth replied, “we understand. She is a bit of a cracker.” “So what can I do you for Leanne?” We got our ice creams and I followed Noah and Seth out. Just as I went through the door I turned my head, saw that Drew was looking at my butt and I smiled at him. I felt a tingle in my pussy and thought, “Drew may be ancient but he’s still a man and he likes what he sees.” “Are you deliberately eating that ice cream like you’re sucking a cock Lea?” Noah asked. “Would I?” “Yes.” Both Seth and Noah answered at the same time. “Okay guys, I’ll suck your cocks when Ive finished this.” I said, “but I’m not doing in in the street, I may make some of the old biddies jealous.” Ice creams finished we walked to the public footpath that goes between 2 houses and into the wooded area where I gave them both a blowjob then let them fuck me doggy style. As we walked back into the village Seth said, “Those 2 lots of cum Lea, was that you tea or do you need something more substantial before you go to work at the pub.” “What time is it Seth?” I asked. “5:45” “Shit,” I replied, “better head for home to get something to eat and get ready.” “Dad, you’ve got the tea ready.” “Yes Lea, I thought that you’d need something to eat before you go to the pub.” “Thanks dad.” As soon as I’d finished eating and washing up I went to the bathroom to clean my teeth and have a couple of minutes sat on the toilet then I took my soap, shampoo, razor etc. down to the outside shower where I got myself clean and smooth with daddy watching me. “You can help me if you want daddy, there’s parts of my pussy that are difficult to get at.” “I’m sure that you can manage Lea.” After I’d dried myself I took my things back upstairs then brushed my hair, it was going to air dry, then I was slightly nervous ready for my first day as a naked barmaid. I was also slightly excited and my pussy was tingling a bit. Downstairs I kissed daddy and told him that I’d see him later then set off for the short walk to the pub. “Looking good Lea.” Ben said as I walked through the door. There was already a handful of customers, elderly locals and those who enjoy the company of just about live at the pub. “Good Lea,” Ben said, “you’ve remembered to wear some shoes, apart from making your legs look better there’s the risk of glasses breaking.” “I hadn’t thought about that Ben.” I replied. The next hour or so was spent mainly with Ben teaching me lots of the basics of the job but also serving a few customers. The initial tingling soon died away as I concentrated on learning new skills. Ben also put a pint pot beside the till and told me to get myself a drink and put it beside the till as well. Then he told me the same as Seth’s mum had told me about getting drinks bought for me. It was when the non-locals started to arrive that things livened up, the comments and questions started and my pussy started tingling again, especially as Ben kept sending me to collect the empties. I was happy to do that because it meant that the customers could get a good look at the naked me and it gave them the chance to make comments. Some even asked for selfies which I happily agreed to. Dad came in later on and as I served him he asked me how I was doing. When I said that it was great he told me that he could see that and pointed to my nipples, When I looked down at them they were as big as I’d ever seen them. “I can’t help those dad, you know that nipples do whatever they want.” “Yes I know Lea, I was just baiting you.” “And I fell for it. Okay dad, you got me, I’m going to serve someone else now.” Dad was just as bad as most of the men there, their eyes following me everywhere. When I managed to have a quick word with him later he told me that the pub was a lot busier than it usually was on a Saturday and he blamed me for that saying, “I’m so proud that I have such a beautiful daughter that all these people want to come and see her.” “You mean see me naked?” “I’m sure that they would want to see you naked or clothed Lea.” “You’re so sweet daddy but I’m sure that it’s because I’m naked but I don’t mind, I like them seeing me naked.” “So I see Lea.” Daddy replied as he looked at my chest. “Daddy, we’ve had this conversation.” “I know but can you feel how wet you are between your legs?” “I can’t help that either daddy.” “I know but it does prove that you’re enjoying it.” “I am but I’m not going to jump on the nearest man and demand that he fucks me.” “That’s good to hear.” “Dad, at this moment you are the nearest man, don’t you want me to jump on you?” “Lea!” I smiled and went to serve another man. Ben also told me that the pub was a lot busier than usual and he thanked me for it. “That’s my pleasure Ben.” “You really do like people seeing you naked don’t you Lea?” “Yes I do, I guess that I am an exhibitionist, all those male eyes looking at me really turns me on.” “Well don’t go jumping on anyone in here Lea, I’m sure that that would cause a few problems for me.” “Even it were you that I jumped on Ben?” “Even if it were me Lea.” I was looking at Ben when I said that last bit for any sign that Ben would like to fuck me but there was none and I was starting to think that there was something wrong with me if both my dad and Ben didn’t want to fuck me. Anyway, I didn’t have the time to dwell on it because we heard a request for a couple of pints. “You get it Lea.” Ben said as he reached for the door on the glass washer. After that Lea sent me to collect empties and at one table there was so many men round it that I had to reach over which meant that I had to bend over. As I was doing so one of the men on the next table said, “Nice pussy love.” Another said, “Gawd, she’s dripping.” As I picked up more glasses I thought, “How could I have been that stupid? Why didn’t I remember that bending over put my pussy on display? I’ve got to do that a lot more.” And I did, often going to tables at the side where I would have to bend over. After I stood up after bending at one table I looked over to the bar and saw that Ben and couple of men stood at the bar were looking my way. Ben had a big grin on his face. I felt a little tingle in my very wet pussy. The pub also has some outside tables and Ben often sent me outside to collect glasses and that seemed to take longer than collecting glasses inside. It was quieter outside and the men tried to engage me in conversation a lot more and I’d stand there listening and talking for a couple of minutes. At one table I was stood next to a sitting young man and whilst we were talking I felt his hand on my bare leg. When I didn’t move away or shout at him he took it that it was okay to touch me and his hand slowly slid up my leg. When it got really close to my pussy I turned my head and looked down to him and said, “You really shouldn’t be doing that.” “That’s not a stop doing that then?” The young man said. I said nothing and just stood there as the side of his hand touched my pussy and I moaned. It felt so nice. I so wanted to just stand there and let him finger me but I knew that I shouldn’t and that it could well be a problem for Ben so I said, “Stop that.” and stepped back. “Cock tease.” The man said. “Yes, but that’s why you came here tonight isn’t it?” I replied. I stepped back, smiled then turned and carried the empties back to the bar. A bit later I had to go back to the same table and the men there were just as ‘friendly’. They asked for selfies which I was happy to help with then they asked me for some spreadies. “What’s a spready?” I asked. “Here, we’ll show you.” One guy said. Two of the guys got to their feet and came and stood either side then squat down to my height. One of them then told me to put my arms round their necks and when I had done that they stood up straight, lifting me up off the ground. Then another guy lifted my ankles up to my waist height and spread them apart so that the 2 guys holding me up could grab my knees holding my knees almost apart as far as they would go. With that the phones came out and the camera flashes went on and on. I know knew what a spready was and I liked them. Not content with just those 2 guys holding me, most of the others wanted their turn and more photos were taken. When I finally got back inside Ben asked me if I was okay adding that he was about to send out a search party. “Just some customers wanting to take selfies and spreadies with me.” I replied. Ben obviously knew what a spready was and he smiled at me. There were more similar experiences throughout the evening, all of which kept my nipples hard and my pussy wet and tingling. I’d totally lost track of the time, not even registering that it was dark outside and before I knew it Ben was calling time. Ben sent me to collect the empties which gave some of the leaving men the opportunity for more comments and even the odd touch as they passed me. “Are you okay Lea?” Ben asked me when it was just him, me and my father who said that he was waiting to walk me home. “Yeah, I’m good Ben thanks, a bit tired, but good.” “Well you did good Lea, are you still happy to work again next weekend?” “Can’t wait.” After all the empties were lined up ready for the glass washer Ben said, “You appear to have got a lot of tips and drinks bought for you Lea.” I looked at the pint pot then tipped it out and counted it. “Wow, there’s £87.30 here, I can’t take all this.” “Yes you can Lea.” Ben said as he opened the till and took out 4 £20 notes. “And this is your earnings for tonight.” “That’s too much Ben, I haven’t done that much work.” “Lea, just you being here like that earns you that money. Any work that you do is just a bonus to me.” “But I came here to work.” “And show off your body Lea.” My father added. “Lea,” Ben said, “As your boss I’m telling you to shut up, take the money, go home and come back next Friday at the same time and wear the same uniform.” “Thanks Ben.” I said and I reached up and kissed his cheek. As I walked home with my father he said, “So Lea, how did you enjoy your first working night? Was it all that you expected?” “Well I certainly enjoyed it dad, it was so exhilarating.” “Yes Lea, I could see that you were enjoying yourself. Just remember that all the jobs that you have throughout your life will not be as enjoyable as this one.” “I know dad, when I work on the farm I don’t enjoy myself as much as I have tonight.” “You might this year, especially if Ted gets some agency workers in.” “What do you mean daddy?” “You know damn well what I mean Lea.” I linked my arm through daddy’s and squeezed his bare arm against my bare tit and said, “I love you daddy.” I was soon in my own bed on my own and relieving the frustration that had been building all evening. ***** It was the middle of the Sunday morning when I woke to the sound of Seth saying, “Come you lazy bastard, get your smelly arse out of bed.” “I don’t smell do I?” “Yes, stale beer.” “Oh, I guess that I should have showered when I got home last night, I did get a few drinks spilt on me” “So how did it go last night? Lot’s of city guys perving over you and trying to grope you?” “How did you know, you weren’t there Seth?” “I’m a man, that’s what men do.” “Yes it is, you could have come and seen them in action, you might have learnt something.” “I doubt that but I didn’t have any money.” “I’d have bought you a drink, I got loads of tips.” “With that killer body of yours I should hope so.” “Aw thanks Seth, do you want to fuck this killer body then” “After you’ve showered.” “Is my dad here?” “The Land Rover’s gone and I didn’t see him when I arrived so I guess not.” “Can you put the kettle on for me please Seth? I’ll go and have a shit then you can help me shower outside.” “And fuck you.” “And fuck me.” Forty five minutes later I feeling freshly fucked, freshly showered and raring to go. “So what are we doing today Seth?” I asked as I was sipping a cup of coffee with Seth’s cum seeping out of me onto the grass. “Fancy going to the farm, see if Ted’s got anything?” “Okay, where’s Noah?” “I saw him going out with his mother in her car earlier, maybe gone on the supermarket run.” “He’ll be loving that.” I sarcastically replied. “He’ll guess where we’ve gone and catch up with us. Hey, if Ted’s got nothing for us we could get some baling twine while we’re there then go to the woods. Remember when we used to play cowboys and indians when we were little and Noah and me used to tie you to a tree?” “Yes you bastard, just because I was a girl you used to gang up on me a tie me up.” “Well I was wondering if you’d fancy being tied up again and then Noah and me could rape the indian squaw.” “It wouldn’t be rape.” “I know, but we could pretend, you could struggle free and we could chase you.” “You’d never catch me.” “You could let us then pretend that we were raping you.” “I suppose that that could be fun. Let’s see what Ted’s got for us.” Well Ted didn’t have anything for us that day but he asked us if we’d be available the next day if the weather was dry because he was going to start baling a field of hay and if we were available he wouldn’t have to get some agency staff in. I volunteered the 3 of us, not even waiting until Noah turned up to ask him. “So Lea, did you enjoy your first night working at the pub?” Ted asked. “Sure did.” I replied. “She told me that she was creaming herself all night.” Seth added. “I’m not surprised,” Ted replied. “Beth used to cream herself when we put on those big barbecue here a few years ago.” “Oh yes, I remember that.” I said, “I didn’t really understand why Beth was naked those nights, but I do now. She must have loved it.” “She did, and so did I when everyone had gone home. Why don’t you go and ask her if she wants to go skinny dipping with you, she needs a break and she hasn’t been swimming for a while.” We did and she did, telling us that she did need a break. The 3 of us walked over to the swimming hole and Seth and Beth stripped and joined me in the water. I hadn’t seen Beth naked for a few years and I was pleased to see that she was looking after herself, shaving as well. When I told her that she looked good she told me that being a farmer’s wife was hard work, which I already knew, and that she liked to look after herself both for herself and for Ted. “Well I hope that I look as good as you in 10 years time when I’m your age Beth.” I said. “Why don’t you show yourself like Lea does at the pub?” Seth asked. “I’m sure that Ben would like a second naked barmaid.” “Been there, done that.” Beth replied, “but I don’t really have the time for it these days, too much to do here and by the end of the day I’m usually too tired to be nice to a lot of perving city men.” By that time we were splashing around in the water and I didn’t notice that Noah had arrived and was stripping off. After he’d dived in he was talking to Seth for a while and I was talking to Beth. “I always loved watching men’s cocks swing around as they walk about.” Beth said. “Yeah, me too.” I replied, “I like watching them get hard and sticking up too.” “Shall we see if we can get those 2 hard?” Beth asked. “What are you thinking of Beth?” I asked. “A bit of flaunting and maybe playing with ourselves.” “That sounds like fun, let’s throw the ball about for a bit, maybe accidentally grab something soft a few times then get out and lay with our legs open and see what happens.” “You’re a big cock tease Lea.” “Takes one to know one Beth.” We had a little giggle then I got the ball and started throwing it to Beth. “Guy’s girls vs. guys, and for once I won’t be outnumbered.” And that’s what he did for the next 15 or 20 minutes, and it got a bit handsy with none of us complaining when we got groped by one of the others. When we’d had enough we got out and Beth and I did what we’d said we’d do, lay with our legs wide open and giving our clits an occasional rub. It had the desired effect and before long Beth and I were looking at 2 hard cocks. That caused Beth and I to properly start playing with our pussies and then both Seth and Zack to start wanking as they stared at our pussies. Four orgasms later we were all quiet for a while then Beth said that she had got to get back to get on with her jobs. Seth and Noah got dressed but Beth just carried her clothes as her and I walked back to the farmhouse in front of the guys. “Did you see how far Seth shot his load?” Beth quietly asked. “Yes, I’ve never seen it go that far before.” I replied, then I continued, “Maybe we should have a village competition, all the men line up and a few naked girls flaunt their bodies in front of the men while they wank for us and see which one can shoot the furthest.” “That would be fun, I’ll suggest it to Ted and see if he’ll suggest it to Ben, we could do it on the grass outside the pub.” Ted was out in the yard when we got back and he stopped working when he saw his wife as naked as I was. “Been having fun girls?” Ted asked. Beth went and put her arms round Ted, pressing her tits into his filthy overalls and said, “Yes thanks, I’d forgotten how much fun we can have down by the swimming hole.” “So you 3, if it doesn’t rain tonight or tomorrow morning can I count on you being here at 7 a.m.? You can take it in turns to drive the tractor.” The 3 of us confirmed that we’d be there then Seth asked Ted if we could have some baling twine. I looked at Seth and smiled and saw that Noah had a puzzled look in his face. “Sure,” Ted replied, “you know where it is, help yourself.” As we walked over to the barn Noah said, “What’s the twine for?” “To tie Lea to a tree then rape her.” Seth replied. “What?” Seth explained as he cut half a dozen lengths then we set off on our bikes to the woods. As we rode through the village with me as naked as the day I was born, I waved at a couple of people that we know who were walking along the street. The bike seat was working its magic on my pussy again and by the time we got to the woods I was close to cumming. Seth led us along the path until her saw a tree that he fancied tying me to then he stopped pedalling. “This will do.” Seth said as we walked to the tree. “Back to the tree Lea.” Noah said. I did, and I must admit that as soon as I was against it, arms and legs spread wide and the twine was being tied to my wrists, I started to feel sort of helpless, not in control, but excited. My pussy was tingling something rotten and leaking like a sieve. “NO, PLEASE DON’T RAPE ME.” I shouted when my ankles and wrists were firmly tied round the tree. “Your indian braves come and rape and pillage our towns now it’s our turn.” Seth said, “We are going to fuck you until you can’t take any more indian squaw.” Seth and Noah circled the tree and me a few times grabbing at my tits and pussy as they passed in front of me. Then Seth stopped in front of me, smiled and I heard the zip of his shorts. He came right up to me and as he grabbed my little tits I felt his cock press against my stomach. “NO, PLEASE DON’T RAPE ME.” I shouted, but Seth pinched and pulled on my nipples and I felt the tip of his cock slide down and along my slit. “NO, NO.” I shouted as the tip of his cock found me dripping hole and went in. Seth was like a man possessed as he thrust up again and again, squeezing my nipples harder and harder. “Ooomph. oh, ooomph, argh, oh fuck I’m cumming.” I said just before my first orgasm hit me. Seth kept going until I felt his warm seed try to force its way deeper inside me. “Oh my gawd, that was awesome.” I said when things started to calm a little. “You’re not done yet squaw.” Seth said as he pulled his wilting cock out of me. “Your turn mate,” Seth said to Noah, “fuck this filthy squaw until she can’t take any more.” And Noah did, his big hands trying to crush my whole tits as he thrust up over and over again until he too brought us both to our climaxes. When Noah pulled his wilting cock out of me he sat back on the ground and they both looked at me with smiles on their faces. “What?” I asked. “You look so helpless Lea.” Noah said. “Well fucked.” Seth added. “Err guys, I’m tied to the bloody tree and you’ve both just fucked my brains out, of course I’m helpless and well fucked.” “But are you happy Lea?” Seth asked. “Hell yeah, but this bloody tree is scratching my back, Well it did when you two were ramming your cocks into me.” “Shit, I didn’t think of that.” Seth replied as he got up and started to untie me. Minutes later both he and Noah were looking at my bare back and butt. “Nothing to worry about Lea,” Seth said, “all minor scratches, Ted won’t be able to see them tomorrow.” “Good, they itch, let’s go to the stream and you can splash some water on them. Those poor indian squaws had a rough time if that was happening to them all the time.” “Yeah but think of all those cums.” Noah said. “I bet that girls these days get to cum a lot more than they did in those days.” Seth added. “Well I certainly do.” I said with a smile on my face. Seth gathered up all the twine and we got on our bikes and rode to the stream where Seth and Noah delighted in splashing the water into my back and butt and it did stop the itching. As we rode back to the village Noah told Seth to hang on to the twine because they might need to tie me up again. “Just so long as you fuck me senseless when you do tie me up.” I thought but I didn’t say anything. I spent that evening at home with daddy talking and watching videos. It was nice cuddling up to him, he had an arm round me and it felt nice having his hand on my skin even if didn’t go on my tits. ***** I was up early and when I saw that there were no clouds in the sky I got up and got breakfast ready. After eating just a piece of toast and drinking coffee I went to do my bathroom routine then left daddy’s breakfast ready for him to eat as I pedalled off on my bike to meet Seth and Noah to go to the farm. It was a bit chilly at that time of the morning and Noah commented on my hard nipples which was due to the cold and not my pussy sliding from side to side on the saddle (which was nice). My hard nipples and goose bumps were the first thing that farmer Ted commented on and he asked me if I wanted to borrow something to wear from Beth. I thanked him but declined the offer knowing that I would soon warm up. Ted showed us where he wanted the bales of hay then Ted set off on one tractor pulling the baling machine whilst Noah drove the other tractor with Seth and me sat in the trailer that Seth and I would soon be filling with bales of hay. Soon Noah was following the baling machine and Seth and I were loading the bales onto the trailer. I’d forgotten that hay can contain thistles and other prickly things when they dry and it wasn’t long before all of my front was covered in little red marks where I had been stabbed but none of them were serious, just minor irritants that I could easily ignore. It took going on for an hour for us to fill the trailer then with Seth and I sat on top of the bales Noah drove us back to the farm to unload. Ted came back with us on the trailer to help unload then it was over to the farmhouse where Beth had laid on a big English breakfast for the 4 of us. When Beth saw me she too said that she’d forgotten about the prickly things in hay and after breakfast she rubbed my whole front with some cream that she said would make sure that I didn’t get infected with anything. All 3 guys were watching Beth and saw her pay particular attention to my tits and my pussy even though I hadn’t been scratched between my legs. Beth easily got me sighing and moaning but she stopped short of making me cum which disappointed me and probably the 3 guys. Then it was back to the hay. This time Seth drove the tractor and when it was full it was just the 3 of us taking it back to the farmyard to unload into the barn whilst Ted kept on baling. It was my turn to drive the tractor which I always enjoyed and I watched as Noah and Seth loaded the bales onto the trailer. They had to work faster than before because Ted had left quite a few bales across the field whilst we had been unloading. That load, and 3 more, and just as we were about to set off back Beth appeared with a picnic basket. She joined Seth and Noah on the trailer as I drove back to the field where Ted had finished baling that field and was about to go to the other field that had to be baled. We all sat on the bales eating the picnic, me having forgotten that I was naked and the others not commenting on it or staring at me. Picnic over Ted went off to start baling the other field and the rest of us finished loading the bales from that field then it was back to the farm to unload and let Beth get on with her jobs. About 4 hours later the baling was finished and 3 tired 18 year old people were unloading the trailer for the last time that day then walking to the swimming hole to get clean. Ted had offered the use of a hosepipe in the farmyard which would have worked for me but both Noah and Seth wanted to go to the swimming pool. I found out why after we’d had a very refreshing dip, they both wanted to fuck me, Seth telling me that watching me naked all day had been driving him crazy and he really needed to fuck me. I’ll admit it, I wasn’t thinking about sex for most of the day but that refreshing dip and seeing Noah’s and Seth’s cocks swinging about had rekindled my sexual desires and I got on my hands and knees in front of Noah and pulled his cock to my mouth whilst Seth rammed his cock into my pussy. Our lack of energy meant that it wasn’t our best performance but all 3 of us had orgasms so none of us were complaining. When we’d walked back to the farm I was stood in front of Ted as he told us that he’s settle up with us in a couple of week. That didn’t bother us a s we knew that Ted would come come good, he always had. I could feel Noah’s and Seth’s cum creeping down the insides of my thighs. Ted was looking down at my naked front and I wondered if he could see the boy’s cum and know what we had just done. Not that I was worried, I was sure that Ted would have done the same if he had been there with Beth. “So what’s next Ted?” I asked. “Well in a few days I’ve got a field of potatoes to to and a couple of fields that need muck spreading on them.” Ted replied, “You did that last year didn’t you Leanne?” “Yeah I did.” I replied, “do you still get the manure from the cattle farm up the road?” “I do, are you going to be okay taking the tractor to that farm dressed like that or do you want Noah or Seth to do it?” “No, I’m good, I don’t care if the workers at that farm see me naked.” “Okay, Thursday okay for you Leanne? I can use Noah and Seth to transport the hay to the same farm. Terry wants to buy it for his cows over the winter.” The next day of employment for us settled, Seth, Noah and myself got on our bikes for the slow pedal home. Dad was already home and he’d got tea ready and when I walked in he said, “My gawd Lea, have you seen yourself, you should have worn something today. Have some tea then a shower then I’ll rub some cream on you.” “Thanks dad, I’d forgotten about the thistles and the scratching. And those bales don’t get any lighter, and there was more of them this year.” “That’s all the rain we’ve been having until recently. Come on, sit down and get eating.” I did, and as I ate I wondered how thorough dad’s application of the cream would be. I showered outside again and dad sat watching me which made my pussy tingle. When I’d dried myself dad told me to go to my room and that he’d ‘do me’ on my bed. I smiled at his choice of words and wondered if he actually would. He didn’t but he did rub a lot of the antiseptic cream all over the front of my body and I mean ‘all’ over the front of my body. When he rubbed it on my tits my nipples went rock hard and I moaned a little. Unfortunately he didn’t linger on my tits, nor on my pubes but he did just touch my clit when he was down there causing me to moan again and my gawd, was my pussy tingling. I thought that I had my father’s brain worked out and that the temptation would be too great for him but I was again disappointed when his hands moved down my thighs. Daddy left me laying there, exhausted but not too exhausted to start playing with my pussy. I wanted to cum again but it wasn’t to be. I was asleep before I managed to make myself cum. ***** I woke with my hand still cupping my pussy which was wet and I wondered if I’d been playing with myself whilst I slept and if I’d made myself cum. I also wondered if daddy had looked in on me and seen me playing with my pussy. That day and the next one were relatively quiet, that’s if you call being fucked by both of your 2 male best friends several times and experimenting with different positions to be fucked in. I think that it’s fair to say that all 3 of us learnt quite a bit about the different positions that a penis can approach a vagina from. Both Seth and Noah were now shaving their pubes each day which made me giving them blowjobs more pleasurable for me. ***** The Thursday was another day at the farm. Noah and Seth were helping Ted move the hay up to Terry’s cattle farm whilst I was driving the tractor with the muck spreader on the back. Okay, I was technically breaking the law because I was driving the tractor on public roads without a licence, and I was naked, but it’s a quiet road and I wasn’t going that far on it. I reckon that during the whole day I would only be breaking the law for less than an hour and the chances of seeing another motorist, apart from Ted, Seth and Noah shifting the hay, would be minimal. When I first arrived at Terry’s farm Terry smiled at me as he said hello. I’d seen him in the pub the previous Saturday so seeing me naked wasn’t a surprise for him but it was for his 2 farm hands and they stared at me in amazement. Terry got one of them to use his tractor with the bucket on the front to load the muck spreader trailer and the poor man just stared at me as the naked me drove out of the farmyard with a very smelly trailer behind me. While the farm hand had been loading the trailer I was looking at him. He kept turning to look at me and all those looks made my pussy tingle. It wasn’t exactly a sexy place, nor a sexy situation but he was still a man and he was looking at the naked me. Ted, Seth and Noah were just leaving Ted’s farm with a trailer load of bales of hay as I arrived back and they waved at me when I stopped at the side of the road to let them get by. As Noah looked at me he was holding his nose. I smiled knowing that the cow shit in the trailer stank something rotten. Back at Ted’s farm I got to work driving up and down the field with the cow shit flying all over behind me. With the direction that the wind was blowing I only got to smell the manure when I drove one way along the field but by the time the trailer was empty I was starting to get used to the smell. Our 2 tractors passed each other on the public road a few more times. Ted had only gone with Noah and Seth the first time so subsequent times my 2 mates were on their own. One time that we stopped alongside each other for a quick chat I asked if one of them wanted to swap places with me but both declined. Muck spreading was a job that I didn’t mind doing, even when I was naked, even if I would be going home smelling of cow shit. One time when I was driving down the public road back to Ted’s farm a car came the other way. I pulled up half on the grass verge and watched the car go slowly passed me. I saw the driver do a double-take when he saw me and I wished that I’d been stood up so that he could have seen all on my naked body. A couple of hours later we were all at Ted’s farm and Beth called us in for some lunch. As I walked over to the farmhouse Beth said, “Normally when Ted is muck spreading I’d tell him to take his overalls off before he came inside but as you aren’t wearing any Lea can you you go and get hosed down please, I’m sure that Seth or Noah will help you.” “I guess that I do stink a lot.” I replied. Seth and I went to where there was a tap and an attached hosepipe and Seth turned the tap on. He took great delight hosing me down and he did play particular attention to my tits and pussy. He had the hose focused on my pussy with my legs spread when Noah arrived with a towel for me. I was a bit disappointed when Seth turned the water off because the jet of water on my pussy was starting to feel very nice. “So Lea,” Beth said as we all sat eating, “are you looking forward to Friday evening Lea?” “Yes I am. I don’t know what’s got into me lately but I just love being naked with lots of men looking at me. Even that old farm hand at Terry’s farm looking at me made my pussy tingle.” “It’s just a phase that you’re going through Lea.” Beth said. “With most girls it wears off quite quickly but for some it never goes away.” “Like you Beth.” Ted said. “True, but as you get older your body changed and you don’t want to show yourself as often.” Beth was suddenly hit with 4 people all saying words to the effect that she still had a great body and that she should be proud to let others see it. “No, I couldn’t.” Beth replied. “You came skinny dipping with us the other day Beth.” Seth reminded Beth. “And I’m 100% sure that Ben would let you work alongside Lea on a Friday and Saturday.” Ted added. “Shall we talk to him when we go there on Friday evening?” “No, I couldn’t, I’m too old to do that sort of thing.” “We’ll see on Friday.” Ted said. Now I love Beth like a sister but I wasn’t sure that I wanted there to be another naked girl working at the pub when I was there, I wanted all the male eyes to be on me. “Maybe you could work there naked on a Monday and Tuesday Beth?” Noah said, “when it’s not so busy, not as many men staring at you.” “I’ll think about it.” Beth replied, then turned to me and continued. “Now look at what you’re getting me in to Lea.” “Not complaining are you Beth?” I asked. Before she could answer Ted butted in. “Come on you 3, there’s still a lot of hay to move.” “And a lot of cow shit to spread.” I added. By the middle of the afternoon both jobs were finished and Beth was suggesting that we all go to the swimming hole. “I can’t go.” Ted said, “waiting for a delivery from the seed man.” “I could wait here for him.” Noah said. And that’s what happened, the 4 of us went skinny dipping. It was fun watching Ted and Beth messing about with Seth and I, and it was nice seeing Ted’s cock swinging about and then getting hard when Beth started groping him in the water. It wasn’t that long before Ted and Beth and Seth and I were fucking, both in and out of the water. I could happily have swapped partners but Beth and Ted didn’t seem interested. Back at the farm Noah told Ted about the seed man then 3 of us got on our bikes and left. Noah saying that he was pleased that I didn’t stink any more. As a reward for him saying that (well that’s what I told him) we went back to my house where both of them fucked me before dad got home from work. ***** The rest of the week was relatively quiet apart from the 3 of us fucking wherever and whenever we could. We tried all the positions that we could think of including me tied spread eagled to trees but my 2 favourite positions are doggy with one of them fucking me at each end, and when there is just 2 of us doing a 69 followed by doggy style. But each time that we went somewhere to mess about or fuck, I had this nagging feeling that I would enjoy it more if some other people were watching me. Friday evening came around and I was really looking forward to all those city folk coming and seeing me in all my glory even if I did only have small tits. I even had a second body shave as I got ready to go to the pub. Daddy watched me shower and shave outside and was amused that I’d shaved twice within one day. I realised that I was very aroused both with the anticipation of the evening at the pub, and daddy watching me shower and shave and what’s more daddy realised the state that I was in and he told me that I should consider rubbing one out before I went to the pub so that I didn’t just jump on the first unknown young man that I saw. I laughed and said that I wouldn’t do that but I just knew that I wanted to do just that. As a sort of silent compromise, and not even thinking about it, my right hand went to my clit and I did rub one out, right in front of daddy. “You could have done that for me.” I told daddy when I was able to. “Leanne, we’ve talked about this.” “But rubbing my pussy isn’t incest daddy.” “It could easily progress into it Leanne.” “Would that be such a bad thing daddy, you want to fuck me and I want you to fuck me so what harm could it do? It’s not like I’m going to get pregnant.” “No Leanne, it’s not right.” “You know that I’ll keep going on about it until you give in and fuck me daddy.” “That’s what worries me Lea.” “Stop worrying about it daddy. Talk to Ben or Ted about it, I’m pretty sure that they can put your mind at rest.” ”They haven’t got any daughters.” “True but they’re both got a lot of common sense.” “True. Okay Lea I’ll talk to them but it still doesn’t seem right.” When I was finally ready, yes it took me nearly as long as it would have done if I’d been going to wear some clothes, I set off walking and wondering if it would be as much fun as it had been the last Saturday. I was actually quite nervous when I opened the door to walk in. “You okay Leanne?” Ben asked as soon as he saw me. “Yeah, I’m good.” “I can see that but are you okay being here, like that?” “Hell yes, what other way is a naked barmaid supposed to look like.” “Well most of them don’t look as good as you do Lea.” “Aw Ben, anyone would think that you’re trying to get into my knickers.” “Slight technical problem there Lea.” “Ben, can I ask you a question?” “Sure.” “In the back, it’s sort of private.” “Do you want me to fuck you Lea?” “Yes, but that’s not what I wanted to ask you.” In the back where no one could hear I continued, “Ben, if I were your daughter would you fuck me?” “Bloody hell Leanne, that’s one hell of a question.” “Yes it is, but would you fuck me?” Ben stepped back a little, looked me up and down causing my pussy to tingle, and replied,” “Too right I would, take a look at yourself in a mirror Lea, I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as you, and any normal man, relative or not, would want to fuck you. Even Mike Barlow says that he wants to fuck you and he’s old enough to be your grandfather.” “Thanks Ben, that’s all I wanted to know. Now where do you want me to start?” Ben set me to work. There were only a handful of locals in at that time and as I went round tidying up and collecting the odd empty glass I stood if front of them and had a little chat with each of them letting them have a good look at my naked front. There was a couple of elderly men that hadn’t been there the last Saturday so I spent a little longer in front of them causing my pussy tingling to get a little stronger. It wasn’t long before the city folk started to arrive and I was soon quite busy, not only serving them but listening to and joining in with their banter and comments about me being naked. It was all good, harmless fun and ir was keeping my tingling going and my nipples and clit rock hard. One time when I was stood right up to the bar I lowered my hand to my pussy and confirmed that my clit was sticking out for all to see. I gave it a quick rub that sent a shiver through my whole body. I thought that no one had seen me but as Ben walked behind me he said, “No playing with yourself Leanne, that could cause problems for me.” “Sorry Ben.” I replied and wondered what sort of problems he was referring to. The place was getting busy and I had to go collecting empties. I was very similar to the previous Saturday with the banter and the odd quick grope which I didn’t stop and I remembered to stand where I had to bend over to reach the glasses. When I went outside to collect empties I saw the same group of young men as the last time. They sounded happy for me to be there next to them and they wanted another set of selfies and spreadies with me. Of course I enjoyed the spreadies the most and when some young men at another table saw me they too wanted to have the same fun. Who was I to deny them that so again I posed and got lifted with my legs spread wide. When I finally got back inside Ben asked me what took so long so I told him then added, “You should get your phone out and take some as well Ben, I don’t mind you having photographs of me naked with my legs spread wide.” Just after that daddy walked in closely followed by Ted and Beth. A couple of oldies got up to leave and Beth quickly grabbed the seats. “I’ve never seen this place so busy.” Ted said when he came to the bar and I was serving him. Ben was stood beside me and he replied, “Yes, and we’ve got this one to thank for that.” “It looks like everyone’s benefiting then.” I added knowing that I certainly was in more ways than one. A bit later Ben sent me outside to collect empties again and the young men started again. I made sure that most of them got a good look at my pussy again and some of them got a bit of a grope of it as well. Whilst I was stood at one table with a hand sliding up my inner thigh, one of the guys asked me if I’d be free to go and work behind the bar at their rugby club. “Not on a Friday or Saturday” I replied, “that’s when I work here and I’m enjoying it too much to stop.” “A Thursday would be good for us.” Another of the guys said. “Well it all depends on a few things, firstly what exactly would I have to do? Secondly, how would I get there and back because I don’t drive and the bus service is pathetic; and thirdly, could I bring my 2 best mates. The guy turned on the bench seat and patted his thighs. “Sit Leanne and I’ll answer your questions.” “Make it quick please, I’m supposed to be working.” I replied as I sat on his lap and felt the bulge press between my bare butt cheeks. “Okay, firstly it’s an 18th birthday party for one of our team and all we would want you to do is walk around like you are now and chat to everyone and maybe sit on the odd lap and let the guys put their hands on you. As for getting there and then getting home I could come and pick you up in my car, that Merc parked over there.” I looked in the direction that he was pointing and saw an expensive Mercedes with tinted windows. “As for your 2 mates, yes they can come along and if they are as gorgeous as you then they can wander around dressed like you as well.” “My 2 best mates are blokes and they probably won’t want to get their kit off but they would like a lot of free drinks.” “Oh, blokes, I was hoping that they’d be girls as beautiful as you are Leanne but I guess that we could stand a few drinks for your bodyguards.” “I might be interested, write your name and number on a beer mat, let me have it before you leave and I might get back to you.” I got up off his lap and looked down at it as I picked up the glasses. I smiled when I saw that my pussy had leaked all over the front of his jeans. Back inside I got on with my job but I couldn’t help thinking about being naked in a room full of rugby players. My pussy was definitely tingling and leaking, a lot. After helping Ben serve people for a while he sent me to collect empties again. There were some on the table that dad was sat at and when I went there he smiled and asked me if I was okay.” After I said that I was Beth said, “I can see that, you go girl.” I picked up the empties and to get some from the next table I bent over giving my dad, Ted and Beth a great view of my dripping pussy and wondered if Beth had seen me bending over at another table. Later I went to collect glasses outside again and got requests for selfies. “And spreadies.” I replied. That got the guys thinking and before long I was up in the air with my legs spread wide and a big smile on my face. “This job is great.” I thought as I was hanging there and getting transferred to different sets of shoulders. Finally they’d got all the photos that they wanted and I got on with collecting glasses. When I went to the table where I’d sat on the rugby club guy’s lap I was handed a beer mat. I quickly read what was on it and smiled when I read ‘It’s a come as you are party’. I looked at the guy and saw him mouthing the word ‘please’. I put the beer mat in one of the glasses and carried them inside. Ben was quick to take the glasses and I had to quickly retrieve the beer mat and put it in my pint pot of tips. “You collecting men’s phone numbers Leanne?” “That’s the number of a guy who’s offering me another night’s work.” “Well you be careful Lea, there’s a lot of strange people about.” “I know, this is at a rugby club and if I go I will be taking Seth and Noah with me.” “Good, rugby club guys are usually pretty good guys. I’d have been worried if it had been a football club.” We both left it at that and got on with serving and me collecting empties and letting people get close up views of all of my body. Closing time came all too soon but having said that I was quite tired, and horny. Dad hung around to walk me home and I was amazed that my tips and wages were more than the last Saturday. As we walked home I linked my arm with dad’s right arm, pressing my left tit onto his arm. “Did you talk to Ted and Beth and Ben about fucking me dad?” I asked. “I did, but I’m still not sure, it just seems all wrong Lea.” “So I take it that they couldn’t see anything wrong with us fucking?” “No, just so long as you don’t get pregnant.” “Well that isn’t going to happen, I religiously take pill when I use the bathroom on a morning.” “Good, you need a good routine for things like that.” “Dad, you either need to get a girlfriend p.d.q. or you need to start fucking me. My stopping wearing clothes must be giving you a severe case of blue balls and I’m not going to see you suffer. And by that I don’t mean that I’m going to start wearing clothes again, well not until I go to university.” “So what are you saying Lea?” “Tell you what dad, let me sleep in your bed with you, like I used to do when I was little, and let’s see what happens. It will be nice to cuddle up to you when I’m going to sleep, I miss those days.” “So do I but you’re a big girl now. Okay Lea, I guess that it can’t do any harm, I mean we’d only be cuddling like we used to.” “You’re not going to start wearing your undies to bed are you dad?” “No Lea, the only thing that will change will be that you are cuddling up to me.” “Two naked bodies together. Well that’s a good start, we can talk before we go to sleep. But that doesn’t mean that you have to stop looking for a girlfriend dad, Ben needs to start looking as well because if he doesn’t I’m going to have to fuck him as well. I suspect that he’s suffering from blue balls as well.” “That’s your fault Lea.” “Is he complaining?” “No, in fact Beth told him that he should fuck you as well.” “Jeez. I’m going to become the village bike if I’m not careful.” “No Lea, the village bike is available to all the men in the village, you aren’t, even if all the men in the village want to fuck you.” “No dad, only a few select ones.” By then we’d arrived home and after our sessions in the bathroom I slid into dad’s bed alongside his naked body. I deliberately didn’t pounce on him, instead I just turned to face him, put my head on his shoulder, my arm over his chest and my leg over his. I so wanted to put my hand on his cock, if for no other reason than to find out if it was hard, but I resisted and just asked him about his day. That was a mistake because his uninteresting day soon sent me to sleep. *****

Self Bondage bymollycactus© Self Bondage Pt. 02 Rina was driving back to the same isolated area where she'd had the adventure with the gel pack battery and electromagnet. This time, she expected her self bondage session to be less strenuous, and of shorter duration. But what she had in mind was still exciting, because she'd be doing it outdoors once again. Her excitement was manifest by the fact that she had the foresight to fold up the towel and place it under herself as she sat in the driver's seat. A silky red set of bra and panties were on the backseat of the car. Rina didn't expect to need them at all. They were merely there as a precaution. Her 38D breasts, unrestrained inside of her blouse, swayed and jiggled with each bounce of the car on the road. This caused her nipples to rub and rub against the soft material of her blouse. That delightfully maddening friction increased her arousal, and her pussy was lubricating well in response. This might have ruined her skirt, but she'd hiked her skirt up around her waist as she drove, thereby letting her leaking pussy make direct contact with the towel beneath her. She had her car windows closed, and the aroma of her cunt juices permeated the air around her. As she inhaled her scent, it acted like a positive feedback loop, increasing her arousal, which, of course, made her lubricate even more. By the time she neared her destination, she feared she might've needed to have two towels under her, rather than one. She certainly would need to take a long drink of water to replenish the fluids her body had generated and lost into the towel. Using her cars off-road capabilities as before, she pulled in to a similar secluded location. She drank a good bit of water, as she'd promised herself. With a hair tie, she pulled her dark brown hair into a neat ponytail, before climbing out of her car. Should she strip off here at the car? Or wait until she got to the meadow? Walking all the way there naked still seemed so naughty a thing to do. But she'd been naked the last time, and she had to admit, although it felt strange at first, it became quite natural after a very short period of time. She suspected she had a healthy streak of exhibitionism, but was loath to admit that to herself yet. She rationalized it, though. "If I leave my clothes here at the car, that's one less thing to carry," she told herself. Indeed, she found that stripping 'in public' was much easier this time. Unlike the last time, this time she pulled off her skirt first, yanking it down. A stray breeze washed over her damp sex, evaporating some of her juices, and giving the tissues there a cool 'kiss' sensation. Playfully, she pressed her labia open, and let the air play with her entire vulva. What a glorious feeling! Her hands went to her blouse, unbuttoning it down her front. She imagined being on some stage, opening her blouse before a group of men whose eyes were riveted to her chest. When the blouse was fully unbuttoned, she playfully flipped one side off her tit, and then flipped it back, as if teasing her onlookers. She blushed as she realized that she enjoyed that image, and wished she had enough courage to really do such a thing. "Yeah, yeah - I'm just a big chicken," she berated herself gently. Sighing, she slipped off the blouse, and placed her clothes in the car's trunk. As she'd done before, she applied insect repellent to her exposed skin. She was happy how well this stuff worked. Not even a mosquito bite last time. Reaching back into the trunk, she pulled out a medium-sized metal cooler, along with a small cloth bag. Locking up the car, she put the car keys on top of the rear tire on the driver's side, just like last time. She started her stroll to the meadow, almost bouncing with happiness and anticipation. There was something extra special about performing self bondage outdoors. She didn't know why she'd waited this long to try it. She noticed that there was more of a breeze today, and the sky was overcast, even though it was still nice and warm. The breeze made her skin rise up in goosebumps. Her nipples couldn't be mistaken for goosebumps, but they expanded, poking forward in an amazing fashion. Both her hands were busy carrying things, or she'd have been playing with them. After a few more steps, though, she thought to herself, "Hey! Am I in a rush or something? My nipples feel like they could pop, they're so swollen!" With that, she set down the cooler and the bag and stood, playing with her nipples for a while. It felt wonderful to pinch them and tug them, and soon her hips were making gentle bucking motions as she squirmed. Once again, rationalization sprang up. "I won't be able to make myself cum for hours, in a few minutes. Why waste this opportunity?" Still playing with her tits with one hand, she used her other to probe her cunt, pulling out her sticky liquids, and smearing them on her labia edges and clit. Looking around instinctively, she even smeared some juice on her butt hole, and teased that forbidden opening with her wet finger. As her arousal built, she caressed all of her generous tit flesh, as well as her tummy, mound, and thighs, still fingering her cunt. Finally, she jammed three fingers into her hot, greedy tunnel, while polishing her clit rapidly with a finger of her other hand! The resultant orgasm turned her knees to jelly, and she sank down onto the grass, shaking and panting with pleasure waves. As she got back up onto her shaky legs, she murmured, "Being naked outdoors is making me even more horny than usual. Must be all this fresh air." She took an extra deep breath, and her tits rose as her chest expanded. "Down girls," she giggled. At the meadow, she saw what she'd noticed during her previous excursion. Near its edge was a smooth wooden railing or fence. She had no idea why it was there, but its height appeared to be ideal for her purpose. She went to the far end, and leaned over the wooden crossbar. Years of yoga practice had made Rina supple. She could easily bend over with her legs straight and press her palms to the floor in her home. Here, bending over the railing, she found that it pressed right across her lower abdomen, and her wrists easily grasped her ankles. Perfect. It might have been specially built for a person of her height. Opening the cooler, she pulled out a block of ice with a very sturdy string hanging out of it. That string was tightly secured to a handcuff key, which was embedded in the center of the ice block. She tied the string to the railing, with the ice hanging just above the low grass. Again she bent herself over the railing, verifying that the height of the ice was where she'd want it. Leaving the cooler off to the side, she took the cloth bag back to the other end of the railing. From that bag she pulled out not one, but two sets of handcuffs, and her trusty brad nail. She stooped down and carefully ratcheted the cuffs to a fit that was snug, but not tight, one on each ankle, and double locked them with the brad. Relishing the moment, she paused and looked at the railing, the ice, the meadow, and the woods surrounding the meadow. The breeze flipped her ponytail around, making it brush sensuously against the nape of her neck. That same current of air even ruffled the short brown pubic hairs that adorned her mound. After several deep breaths, she was ready. Rina folded herself over the railing again. Leaning down, she attached the cuff at her left ankle to her left wrist. The moment she did that, she was committed to this adventure. A frisson of delight coursed through her body. Getting more excited, she secured her right wrist to the cuff on her right ankle. For safety, she double locked them with the brad as well. Now she was stuck like this until the ice melted. Not only that, she'd have to work her way laboriously down the railing, inch by inch, shuffling along, to reach it. This would certainly take hours. At first, she just rested where she was, enjoying the feeling of being restrained like this. In a mental image, she saw her bare ass, thighs, and shapely calves exposed on one side of the railing. On the other, her tits were pressed against her knees as she stared at her shins. Her ponytail dangled off the back of her head, nearly touching the grass. The railing actually gave her some support, so she doubted that her muscles would fatigue very much. Turning her head, she looked at the block of ice. From this distance, she couldn't tell if it was even starting to drip yet. Similar blocks of ice, in the past, had taken about 4 hours to melt fully, so she was in no rush to start moving toward it. After perhaps 10 minutes of her confinement, her mind started the typical 'what if' and 'worst case' scenarios that made self bondage such a thrill for Rina. Of course, there was the thought, "What if someone stumbles upon my car? Will they find the keys? Drive off with it? Or, what is more likely, will they start calling out and searching for the driver?" The last time, none of that had happened, so these thoughts were less intrusive than they'd been. She trusted that the car would be unmolested. She relaxed as much as she could. Five minutes later, the sun briefly broke through the cloud cover, and shone brightly on her ass cheeks. She'd neglected to put on any sun block, and sincerely hoped she wouldn't end up with a sunburn on her exposed butt and sex region. That might be difficult to explain. The clouds churned and returned, so the perceived heat of the sun was only apparent during brief gaps in the cloud cover. But Rina knew that exposed skin could even receive a burn through cloud cover, anyway. Yet another thing she'd have to take into account during future outdoor sessions. About fifteen minutes later, she mumbled, "Oh drat! I was going to call Suzie and tell her what I was doing, and where, with the idea to come and look for me if she hadn't heard from me in... let's say eight hours. But I forgot! And my phone is now locked in the car. I hope I don't regret neglecting to do that. Her heart started thumping hard, imagining being stuck like this. She had to breathe faster, lest she get dizzy. She forced herself to calm down. The ice block 'timer' had never failed her before. To escape these worries, Rina went into a special state of mind. She'd heard of submissives entering something often called 'subspace' when having a session with their Masters, but she didn't know if that was what she did during her self bondage sessions. Perhaps her mind was going into an alpha state - conscious but unfocused - when she lapsed into this mindset. It was better than fretting about something going wrong, and her being trapped like this, and ultimately being discovered. Being discovered. That triggered a whole new type of reverie. With her very healthy libido, Rina often fantasized that her restraints were due to the actions of captors. They might be pirates, or robbers, or men that kidnapped women and enslaved them - really, any sort of lusty males. And of course these males had sex on their minds. Sex with her, as she was rendered helpless and vulnerable. Rina seized on this mental scenario now. Maybe the men were outlaw desperadoes, and they'd robbed a train or a stagecoach. Finding a delectable female traveling alone, they'd grabbed her, and taken her away with them. This railing might be a hitching post outside their cabin, and they'd secured her there until they played cards to see who won the right to be the first to use her sexually. She could beg them... plead with them... to let her go, but their lust would have to be satisfied. Rina was so 'into' this visualization that her pussy was now lubricating like mad. Its juices anointed her thighs, evaporating in the soft breezes. Even with her head down by her shins, she could smell that aroma. That scent, wafting into her nostrils, triggered areas of her brain. Primitive areas. Areas devoted to passion and reproduction. Her hands grasped her ankles right next to where the handcuffs encircled them. The chain on the cuffs jangled slightly as Rina tightened her grip, and pressed her thighs together firmly. While this was going on, Dave wandered into the far side of the meadow. He wasn't expecting his friends to be there yet, waiting for him, since he'd come quite early. He enjoyed the peaceful solitude of that meadow, and wanted to have some quiet time before they arrived. He scanned the open space for any evidence that they'd shown up uncharacteristically early. He didn't see his friends, but his masculine eyes discerned the partial shape of a woman. The shape of a woman from her buttocks to her heels. Correction. The naked shape of a woman from her buttocks to her heels. Dave was incredulous. This was something a guy dreams about happening, but never really expects it to actually happen. He blushed, and averted his gaze for a moment, trying to be a gentleman. But, being a man, he had to look again. He stared. "Yep, she's naked from the waist down," his brain confirmed. He noticed a glint of metal, down by her ankles. "What the hell is that?" he asked himself. He'd been frozen in place, stupefied during all this. But then he thought, "Why isn't she moving? Why is she bent over like that? Is she in trouble?" Mentally donning his 'white knight' outfit, he moved toward her, quietly, hoping not to startle her. As he got closer, to his amazement, he could tell that the metallic flash had come from handcuffs - handcuffs around her wrists and ankles. She was trapped on that railing. He swallowed hard, and said with his softest, most soothing voice, "Miss, I don't mean to startle you, but are you all right?" She startled. Her leg muscles contracted, pushing her up onto her toes. Her ass muscles performed a mesmerizing rhythmic, rippling set of contractions. "Oh fuck!" Rina exclaimed. "Who's there?" Her heart leaped into her throat as it accelerated. It had no difficulty doing this, since gravity was tugging it that direction anyway. "Ummm. My name's Dave, Miss. Ummm... who did this to you?" he asked curiously. Rina's face and neck, already red from blood pooling there from her pose, flushed a rather deep shade of purple, as the restrained woman tried to figure out how to answer that. Ultimately, she decided that the simple truth was best. "I did," she admitted. As she was answering, Dave had walked around the end of the railing to see the rest of her. He was pleased to see that the top half of her was as naked as the bottom half. He was delighted to see those glorious tits of hers, which drew his eyes like a magnet. As he restated, "You did?" with a questioning tone of voice, Rina turned her head, to face where his sound was coming from. She was mortified to see him ogling her nude, vulnerable form. But as his eyes left her breasts to look into her face, she was relieved to see a pleasant looking young man, whose expression was one of concern for her. She thought to herself, "If I had to be discovered by anyone, this might just be the best guy to do so. He looks really nice." While she had eye contact, she stated, "My name's Rina, Dave." To allay Dave's look of concern, Rina launched into what she hoped was a lucid explanation of self bondage, and tried to give him some concept of why she had these needs. She was pleased that he sat down on the grass where he was, listening carefully. When she finished, he didn't berate her at all, just nodded his understanding of what she'd said. "He's a good listener, too," she judged. "I like him even more. I wonder how he'll respond to a gentle prodding." "I realize how naughty this looks," she said, smiling at him. She even winked. Catching on, Dave said, "So you know how naughty you are, huh? Do you think this deserves a spanking?" She swallowed hard, which was difficult, being upside down. But her libido demanded that she feel his touch. Her inner slut sent shock waves to her tits and cunt, crying out for attention. "Yes, Sir. I think this naughty slut deserves a spanking for disturbing your day like this." "I must admit that it did disturb my day," he responded. "But only in a good, fantastically good way. I wish that every day I'd encounter disturbances like this." He grinned impishly. "However, far be it from me to deny you the spanking that you deserve." He got up, and moved out of sight behind her. Rina knew he was behind her now. She knew he was staring at her naked ass. She bit her lip as the thought occurred that he might even be able to see her pussy. Maybe her puffy labia lining her slit. Maybe her fluids, weeping out of that slit. She was both humiliated and very, very turned on. She waited an eternity for that first swat from his hand on her bare flesh. She was wondering if he'd reconsidered - decided that he couldn't take advantage of her helplessness. She was beginning to feel disappointment. Therefore, the shock of his first spank actually caught her by surprise. The 'whap' sound came to her ears simultaneously with the bright sensation of pain being reported by her right ass cheek. "Ow!" she cried out, without thinking, as her body jerked involuntarily. "Sorry," he said from behind her. "Too harsh?" She'd only cried out like that from the surprise. She didn't want to discourage him, though. The warmth from his swat was spreading through her body, and a lot of the sensation seemed destined for her cunt and tits. "No, Sir," she replied quickly. "This naughty slut needs that, and more. If it gets to be too much, I'll say your name, Dave. OK?" He scratched his chin, considering. "OK, if you say so... slut." His open palm cracked against her left ass cheek this time. She gasped loudly, for two reasons. First, the mild pain was lighting up her cunt and tits, making them engorge with hot blood and get even more sensitive. And second, she loved the way he used the word 'slut' when referring to her. He'd clued in on her suggestion. For the next several minutes, Dave alternated between spanking Rina's ass, and rubbing his hand sensuously over her sensitized skin. From her breathing, gasps, and other sounds, plus the extra wetness streaming down her thighs, and the scent emanating from it, he was pretty sure she was getting more and more aroused from his actions. It was certainly turning him on - his dick felt like a steel rod inside his pants. He decided he wanted to ask her a question. With his ass gently gliding over her reddened ass cheeks, he said, "Tell me something, Rina, and please be very honest with me, OK? Have you ever fantasized about being used when you were bound?" Her eyelids flew up, hearing his question. "Ummm... by 'used' do you mean sexually?" Now it was Dave's turn to blush, hearing her ask that so directly. He cleared his throat, nervously. "Y... y... yes. That's what I mean." "To be honest, Dave, yes. Yes I have. It's actually a recurring fantasy of mine." Dave found that he was having trouble breathing now. "Would you... would you like that fantasy to come true, Rina? Right now?" Rina's inner slut was jumping for joy. She slowed her breathing, since her body was trying to hyperventilate from excitement. "Yes," she choked out. "Oh my god, yes. I want it to come true. Make it come true, Dave." His hand slid down her ass crack, across her butt hole, and touched the edges of her puffy pussy lips, that were protruding from between Rina's thighs. In response, she moved her knees apart, widening the gap between her thighs invitingly. When his fingertip slid into the wet slit between those pussy lips, Rina groaned, "Oooo, yes! Fuck yes! Yes, yes, yes! That feels amazing! More, please - more!" Dave knelt down, and slid his finger into the hot wet tunnel of her pussy. One finger wasn't enough. He quickly inserted a second finger, and began sliding them back and forth inside her. Rina thought she was in heaven, but she had no idea what heaven really was. Because moments later, she felt Dave's lips kissing and sucking on her labia between his inserted fingers and her mound. Suddenly 'heaven' took on a whole new meaning. She tried hard to hold herself still for him. But when his tongue flicked out, and tickled both her pee hole and her clit, Rina completely lost control. Her throat emitted a stream of nonsense sounds, and her cunt emitted a stream of woman cum fluids which got Dave's neck and the upper part of his shirt wet. But he didn't care one bit. This was the most sexually responsive woman he'd ever encountered, and he loved every moment. "Oh shit, I'm cumming!" Rina finally managed to gasp out, completely unnecessarily. Her reaction was both obvious and explosive. Still, Dave loved hearing her proclaim it. He kept fingering her and licking and sucking while she shuddered, moaned, and thrashed atop the railing. Finally, she gasped out, "Please stop, Dave." He felt a tiny bit of disappointment, when he heard her beg this. He could have played with her like this for hours. But she had invoked his name, so he immediately stopped, and shifted away from her cunt, easing out his fingers. "Sorry if that was too much, Rina," he said, apologetically. "Oh no, I didn't mean that," she stated clearly. "It's just that I want your cock to take the place of those fingers." She paused a moment. "I'd love to suck your cock to get it hard for you, but I don't think I can do it from this position." "That's OK, Rina," he assured her, grinning. "Maybe later. Right now, it's as stiff as a board, already." He was taking off his pants and underpants as he spoke, leaving on his T-shirt. They say 'a stiff prick has no conscience' when talking about guys and sex. Therefore it was remarkable that Dave stopped before trying to push his cock into her pulsating pussy, saying, "Oh wait! Drat! I don't have a condom, or anything, Rina." Her voice tinkled with mirth as she said, "If you're worried about pregnancy, Dave, I'm on the pill, and I have been for years. I'm fine with you riding me bareback, if you are." He needed no further encouragement. Grasping her pussy lips, he gently opened her, and positioned the head of his swollen cock at her opening, and pushed forward. But the angle was all wrong. He was too low! He looked around, desperately, as Rina, having felt that nudge, moaned as his dick withdrew from contact. "What's wrong?" she asked. "I'm too low," he informed her. He saw her cooler by the other end of the railing. "Will that cooler hold my weight, do you think?" "Yes, I think so... go ahead and try it," she answered. "Please hurry. I want you in me." His heart was thudding hard, hearing 'I want you in me' come from her lips. He ran and fetched the cooler. Its metal body felt quite substantial as he carried it back behind her, and carefully got on top of it. Its base was wide enough that he felt no danger of tipping. Once again his fingers opened her cunt. Once again he positioned the head of his cock. And this time... this time he easily slid inward. The angle was great, and the warmth of her cunt tunnel sheathed his dick in its embrace. Both of them moaned with relief as the connection was made. Dave paused, thrilled to feel his dick encased by her accepting moist musculature. Rina was giddy, being bound helpless, bent over, and feeling her cunt opened and stretched as it was penetrated. It was like a bondage dream come true! Dave grasped her hips and began small thrusts, checking the stability of the cooler. He looked down, his gaze seeing Rina's lower back and buttocks, with his cock gradually emerging from inside her, and then disappearing back into her depths. Each time he pulled outward, her labia clung to his glistening shaft, caressing it. Each time he pressed in, those pussy lips curled inward, vibrating gently on the distended veins of his swollen manhood. The sensation was exquisite. Rina was also caught up in the exquisite sensations generated by his fucking. On the one hand, it was maddening, being restrained so she couldn't participate by bucking back into each glorious thrust. On the other hand, the feeling of being so vulnerable, of loss of control, of being at his whim like this was astonishing. She was rapidly building up toward another orgasm. She knew that if he increased his tempo, she'd cum - there was no way she could prevent it, even if she wanted to do so. The cooler was stable as a rock. Dave's passion was building. The scent wafting off their joined bodies was heady - was lustful. Giving in to that passion, his body reacted. Dave was surprised to hear what sounded like a growl emerge from deep in his throat as he started fucking Rina harder and faster. His pelvis slammed against her upraised ass cheeks and his ball sack slapped her cunt lips and clit over and over as he began hammering into her depths. He heard Rina emitting a keening sound, and felt her cunt muscles grip his dick and start a rippling motion, sucking at him. She was cumming! Feeling that, knowing that, Dave kept his rhythm steady, the rhythm that had brought her to her peak, and was keeping her there. Rina would have cried out about her orgasm - would have shared that with him, but she couldn't draw a deep enough breath. Her body felt like it was glowing, melting, becoming liquid. Indeed, there was a lot of liquid. Her pussy glands were in high gear, bathing his dick with slippery cunt juice. Dave felt those heated fluids seeping onto his ball sack. The impacts of his scrotum on her labia now made wet slapping sounds. Rina's orgasm seemed to roll on and on. It was probably the longest one she'd ever experienced, if she'd been thinking rationally. But she wasn't thinking at all... she was experiencing... she was feeling, and that was all. Finally, Rina drew enough of a breath to be able to communicate. As the fierce explosion of her orgasmic energy faded to a warm glow, she gasped out, "Oh my god! That was amazing! Fucking amazing!" She drew a long, shuddering breath. "But now I want you to fill me! Fill my pussy! Fill my hungry, slutty pussy! Please, please please!" Hearing this luscious woman begging him for his load was like tripping a switch inside him. His grip on her hips increased, sinking his hands deeper into her flesh, claiming her. His growl became a lusty roar as the head of his cock became so swollen it would have looked like the cap on a mushroom, if he'd drawn it out of her. But he didn't. That swollen head raked along the now ultra sensitive tissues lining her cunt, causing her to scream with delight. He erupted. His semen boiled up seemingly from the depths of his balls, along the convoluted path leading to the tip of his penis. And spewed out into the greedy cunt, whose walls were contracting in a sucking motion, not only accepting that hot load, but demanding even more. His cock spurted even more. He was no longer thrusting. He was pressing his dick as deeply into her as was possible, and he was feeling each and every spewing, twitching ripple that drove his seed from his body. His ball sack had tightened so fiercely that his balls were pressed at the bottom of his torso. Dave had never felt such an orgasm before! They stayed as they were - joined - for quite some time, recovering their breath and their control. Finally, Dave eased his softening cock out of Rina, and stepped off the cooler. He looked at her splayed labia, and the white, gooey semen that was beginning to ooze from her still dilated, reddish-pink fuck hole. Putting his underwear and pants back on, he walked around the railing and got onto his hands and knees, bringing his face near Rina's dangling head. Her dark hair was matted with sweat, and her tits were being mashed against her knees with each of her shuddering breaths. "Rina," he whispered. "That was amazing! I've never felt anything like that! Thank you!" And then he added, almost shyly, "May I kiss you?" She turned her head, making eye contact. Her eyes were shining... glowing... so alive. "Yes," she answered, smiling. "I think you'd better kiss me, after all that." The angle was awkward, but Dave helped support Rina's head as he brought his lips to hers. The kiss - their first - was almost chaste. As their kiss ended, she giggled softly. "I think you know me better than that. Really kiss me. I need it." Dave kissed her again, their soft lips firmly together, and this kiss was filled with passion. And very satisfying. He wanted to embrace her, so he asked, "Can I free you from these?" He touched one of the handcuffs. Rina swiveled her head and looked at the ice block. It was about half melted. She knew that she could tell Dave to smash that block, and obtain the key it contained, but she was still enjoying her self-imposed confinement. Besides, she figured Dave may as well get a better understanding about what happens when she sets up a session for herself, if they were going to have some sort of relationship. She was definitely interested in exploring that, and hoped he was, as well. "Sorry," she answered, looking back into his eyes. "I'm afraid I'm stuck like this for about 2 more hours, as a guess. But I don't mind if you want to keep me company while my ice melts." Hearing her mention 2 hours stirred something in Dave's foggy, sex besotted brain. He looked at his watch. "Uh oh!" he said. "That long? I'd better tell you that I'm supposed to meet two friends here. They're due almost any minute. Should I fend them off? Take them away from the meadow?" Rina shivered at the thought of being used by two more lusty guys. Dave saw her face flush a deeper red, but he also noticed her nipples hardening. He looked at her quizzically. Clearing her throat, she spoke, not looking into his eyes. "Dave, remember when you asked me if I ever fantasized about being used when I was bound?" He nodded, then realized she wasn't looking at his head movements, so he replied, "Yes?" Her voice dropped to a bashful whisper. "The fantasy usually involves several guys." Her blush deepened, if that was even possible, as she confessed this. Dave's eyebrows shot up, and he swallowed hard. "You mean... that is... are you implying... well... ummm... that instead of taking my friends away... that I... that you?" His voice trailed off after uttering that implied question. "Would you think it horrible of me if I said yes - that I want that fantasy to come completely true?" she whispered, still not daring to look at him. If she had looked at him, she might've noticed that his cock stiffened again and made his pants tent forward, as he thought about watching Lou and Cliff having sex with her. He had a brief inner struggle with typical masculine possessiveness. But he had no real foundation for jealousy. He and Rina had just met. She seemed wonderful, and was certainly a great fuck, and he hoped that she liked him, and he hoped that this could possibly be the start of something between them. And then he thought, "She wants this - she said so, quite plainly. If she gets fucked by all three of us, and still ends up with me, that's really saying something about her and me." This sort of flashed through his mind, and he realized she'd ask him a question. He felt he'd better be tactful. "It sounds like you have a healthy appetite for sex, Rina. So, no, I don't think it's horrible or anything. I think it's the day that your fantasy can become reality, if you really want it to." "You're so sweet and understanding," she sighed, looking again into his eyes. "I like you - a lot." She thought it very endearing to see him blush as she told him that. "Would you do me a favor, Dave?" "Sure, Rina. What is it?" "When they get here, please keep them behind me. I don't want to see their faces, or have them see mine. I want to be fucked anonymously." She thought for a while, then added, "I also want them to think you've trapped me here like this. That you're my Master, and I'm just a submissive slut, to be used for their pleasure. When you tell me that they're going to fuck me, I'll protest a little, and you can spank me into submission. OK?" Dave couldn't believe how exciting that roleplay sounded. Supporting her head, he gave her a deep, tender kiss. "More than OK. I hope it's OK that the very thought of all that gives me a rock hard boner." Rina laughed merrily. "I'd be very happy if we put that boner of yours to good use. Can you save it until I'm free? I still haven't tasted your cock, and this position doesn't give you the sort of access to my tits that I'd like." He was about to make a comment about that, when he saw movement in the trees on the far side of the meadow. "Here they are," he informed Rina, as he got up and moved behind her, partially blocking their view of her. He waved at his friends. As they got closer, Dave could see that their eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets, and they were trying to peer around him. "What's going on, Dave?" Lou asked. Lou was the shorter of his two friends, and looked like a surfer with his sun-bleached crewcut and lithe body. Dave stepped aside, fully revealing the lower half of Rina's nude body, draped over the railing, with obvious metal handcuffs securing her like that. From their angle, her face was hidden by her legs. "What? This?" he replied, giving one of Rina's ass cheeks a little pat. "This is my slut. I decided to give you guys a little treat today, if you're interested." Lou and Cliff moved in much closer. They stared in disbelief. Rina's pussy was no longer gaping open, but its lips were still a bit red and puffy, and there was a bit of Dave's semen partially dried on her slit. "What sort of treat?" Cliff asked, suspicion tainting his voice. Cliff, a young black man, was just beginning to grow out his dreads. "Why, what else is a slut good for?" Dave asked. "To fuck her, of course." "And just why wouldn't we be interested in getting a piece?" Lou asked, having picked up on Cliff's tone of suspicion. He looked around. "Are we being punked, or something?" "Naw," Dave assured them both. "This is a one time, no strings attached offer. You might not be interested, because I just got done fucking her myself. See?" he stated, prying Rina's labia open enough to let a little more semen leak out. The skin on her ass rose up into goosebumps as she shivered from his touch. "Hell, is that all?" Lou asked. "I don't mind sloppy seconds one bit. Can I fuck her first?" "Master, please," Rina moaned pitifully, acting out her part. "You heard my offer to my friends, slut. I don't want any back talk from you. You'll fuck them both, and like it." He swatted her ass firmly several times, while his friends watched, mouths gaping. "Ow... ow... yes, Master... yes... yes!" Rina cried out. "They can fuck me. I want them to fuck me. I promise to obey, Master," she moaned, head down, face hidden against her shins. Secretly, she was thrilled that Dave was playing his part so well. She had no idea what his friends looked like, but the very thought of being fucked by them, unseen, was turning her on so much that she was almost cumming already. Dave's careful swats, sensitizing her ass, also helped arouse her. "You heard her. She wants it," Dave confirmed. "Look at how her cunt's leaking now." He pointed at Lou. "I think you'll find that it's better if you stand on that cooler. I had to, to get a better angle. Oh, and she's on the pill, so just shove it in her." He tried to sound blasé and callous, but he was having a hard time keeping a straight face, since he knew how much Rina wanted this. Luckily, neither of his friends was looking at him - they were mesmerized by the sight of Rina's cunt, lubing itself for action. Without further ado, Lou unzipped his fly and fished out his cock and balls. Being what might be termed a young stud, his dick was fully ready for action. He climbed onto the cooler, and skewered his cock firmly into Rina's cunt. She felt the entry of that unfamiliar hunk of manhood, and couldn't suppress a shriek as she climaxed, having been driven to her brink merely by anticipation. The guys could interpret the shriek in any manner they chose, but it was actually her shriek of triumph, since she'd dreamed of something like this for years. "Oh fuck!" Lou articulated. "I think this slut just came on my dick! She's sure a hot piece, all right! You're a lucky man, Dave!" With that, he started fucking Rina fast, drumming his body against her ass. It felt great, sliding his dick in and out of that hot, wet, receptive tunnel. He grunted with effort as he pounded her. He was torn between wanting this fantastic sensation to continue for a long time, and fearing that something might cause an interruption before he got his rocks off. Rina solved his dilemma for him. She was so excited by what was happening that after only a few minutes, her cunt muscles contracted rhythmically in another orgasm, squeezing and tugging at Lou's cock, virtually sucking the cum out of him. Rina was bucking up and down on her tiptoes, shaking from her orgasm, and speaking gibberish as she panted rapidly. Lou squeezed his eyes shut, bowing his back, holding his cock deep inside her as he yelled, "Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Take it bitch! Take all of it!" before his voice failed him and he started gasping. It was one of the best fucks he'd had in a long time. Dave had positioned himself at the end of the railing. He'd placed himself there so he could see the side of Rina's face, watching for any sign of regret or dismay - ready to call this all off instantly if anything like that occurred. He also was there to block his friends from circling around to her front, since she'd requested he try to prevent that. He was pleased to see how much pleasure Rina was receiving. They waited until Lou felt ready to pull out of Rina's pussy, and step off the cooler. Dave looked at Cliff, and silently raised his eyebrows questioningly. Cliff said, "I'd love to fuck her, man. But I got a problem." He undid his pants and drew out a cock of prodigious length! "The trouble is, man, chicks can't handle this beast in their pussy. I bottom out too fast, and it hurts them. The only way I can really get a good fuck going is to fuck them in their ass. Does your slut do that?" "Fuck her in the ass, huh? That could be amusing," Dave muttered. He was stroking his chin, as if deciding, but he was stalling for time, and surreptitiously looking for a cue from Rina, not knowing if she'd like that. He saw her nodding with tiny movements of her head, signaling it was all right with her. Without missing a beat, Dave continued, "Well, maybe. But how would you open her up and lube her? I've got no lube handy." "No problem, man. I'll use my spit and fingers to open her and get her ready. I do this all the time." Lou and Dave watched as Cliff stepped onto the cooler, placed both his hands on her ass cheeks and pressed them apart from each other. That action alone pulled her ass hole open quite a bit. Cliff spat accurately into her opening a couple of times, then used his finger to work the spittle inward. He wasn't fastidious as he worked - he even scooped up leaking fluids from her cunt - semen mixed with her own cum juices - and also used that to lube her ass hole. But he was careful, and thorough. This was new territory for Dave and Lou. Cliff had their rapt attention. They watched him slowly work his fingertip through Rina's puckered ring, shoving more and more of his makeshift lubricant inside her. He added a second finger as Rina loosened her control, and then a third, still spitting, but now directly into the space created between his fingers. Cliff's cock was rearing up as he performed this task, and some of his precum began leaking, a sure sign that playing with her ass hole was arousing for him. The sheer eroticism of what they were viewing was giving Dave and Lou stiffies too, but their dicks were trapped in the confinement of their pants. They reached down and pressed and squirmed, adjusting their erections to a more convenient placement. Meanwhile, Rina was moaning and murmuring sounds of encouragement as her ass was opened so sensuously. Keeping his three fingers inside Rina's ass, Cliff spat now on his cock, and with his free hand smeared his spittle, mixed with his copious amounts of precum, all over the cock's head and shaft. When he pulled his fingers free, Rina's ass hole didn't immediately snap shut, she'd been so relaxed by his actions. Lou and Dave had an astonishing look into the depths of her 'forbidden' hole before the head of Cliff's cock obscured their view. As that bulbous cock head entered Rina, stretching her anal ring a little more than the three fingers had done, she uttered a long, drawn out, "Ooooooohhhh fuuuuuuccckkk!" More dick entered her backdoor, causing her to emit such a groan that the hairs on Dave's arms stood up on end. Cliff was pressing inward slowly, using his hands to keep her ass cheeks spread apart. When about half his cock was inside her, Rina moaned, "Ooooooohhhh shit!" Dave was momentarily concerned, but she continued, "That feels soooooo good!" The onlookers watch with astonishment as the entirety of Cliff's cock ultimately disappeared, and his ball sack rested against Rina's cunt lips. She must've felt that contact, and realized that her ass had swallowed the whole thing. Not having seen his dick, she had no clear concept of what a feat that was, but she gave out a gasping cry, "I feel completely stuffed, Master! If he shoves in any more, it'll probably come out of my mouth!" The three men grinned at each other. Cliff started tiny thrusts, barely moving in and out, letting Rina get used to these movements. Lou and Dave were taking mental notes about Cliff's techniques, hoping they'd get a chance to use them sometime. They noticed his strokes were gradually getting longer and longer. After a while, Cliff was fucking her ass with full strokes. From time to time, air that had gotten compressed by his plunges came blasting out around his shaft in a lewd farting sound. That made the men laugh, and Rina giggled. She didn't giggle for long though, because Cliff's ball sack, which was just as hugely endowed as his cock, was now slapping firmly against Rina's labia and also her clit, visibly swollen with her excitement. Soon she was sweating, gasping and panting - her arousal nearing its peak. The muscles of her legs, ass, and arms bunched with contractions, and her handcuff chains rattled as she strained, shouting, "Oh... my... fucking... god! The reaming of her ass hole, combined with the repetitive smacks of his ball sack on her cunt had worked their magic - Rina was cumming, and cumming hard! Her ass virtually vibrated against Cliff's large hands as she shook beneath him. "Fuck, man! This chick's ass is trying to rip my dick clean off!" Cliff exclaimed, and he wasn't complaining. "She's tight... tight... tight!" He started hammering his dick in and out harder and faster, getting himself off, now. As Cliff's hot jizz boiled out of his cock, flooding Rina's nether tunnel, she screamed, "Awwwww! He's cumming! He's cumming, Master! Ohhhh shit! There's so much of it!" Indeed, Cliff's massive balls must've manufactured an equally massive amount of his seed, and he was unloading it all deep inside her. Dave and Lou practically had spontaneous emissions of their own, seeing, hearing, and smelling all this potent display of sex. When Cliff finished delivering his load, he immediately yanked his cock free, and jumped down off the cooler. Since Rina's muscles were still rippling with her spasms, and her ass hole was shockingly dilated, her ass started pumping great globs of Cliff's sticky white semen out of its opening. The globs ran together into an aromatic cascade that streamed down over her cunt, and slid earthward along her shivering thighs. Dave considered her the most erotic, desirable woman he'd ever met, seeing her like this. Strangely enough, Cliff and Lou started looking a little sheepish, as the reality of what they'd just done struck home. They'd just fucked a perfect stranger, using her sexually for their own gratification. Neither of them actually wanted to face her - not after that - even though they'd done it at Dave's invitation, and the woman hadn't given more than a token protest. Dave's friends put on a face of bravado, thanked him, promised to get together again soon, and hastily strode away. Dave went around the railing to sit near Rina, and stroked her sweaty back, neck, and hair. "How are you doing, Rina?" he asked, gently. She sucked a few breaths of air, making her tits press hard against her knees. "Oh, Dave! That was amazing! Fuckingly fantastic! Perfect! Better than I'd ever imagined." She turned her head and looked at him, sweat streaming off her face. "And you played your part to perfection - Master!" She giggled merrily, if a bit wearily. Dave took off his T-shirt, using it to wipe the sweat off her face. This act of tenderness solidified her feelings toward him. She locked eyes with him, so he'd know she was serious as she whispered, "Would you like to continue to be my Master?" Hearing that question, Dave's heart jumped inside his chest, and started thumping so hard he'd swear he could hear it. He touched her chin tenderly, and leaned close. "That would be my honor, Rina." He kissed her slowly and sweetly. "Does that make you my... slut?" he asked, smiling. "Yes, Sir," she replied. "When I'm doing self bondage sessions, it'll be a lot more fun if you're around to use me, too." They kissed again, sealing the bargain. Rina looked at the ice block. It was almost completely melted, and the handcuff key was visible now. Dave saw what she was looking at, and asked, "Do you want me to break that and get you the key?" "My plan was to work my way to it, so I'd like to try and see if I can," she answered him. He nodded his understanding. Rina began inching her way down the railing. With her wrists cuffed to her ankles, she could only go slowly, doing a series of tiny side shuffles. This was fine with her, since it was part of the experience she sought. Dave watched her go, appreciating the play of her muscles as she moved. From time to time, he scooted along the grass, keeping pace with her on this journey. When she eventually reached the key, the last of the ice had fallen away, and Dave observed how she freed herself from the cuffs. Rina stood up, came around to his side of the railing, and stretched - arms skyward, head back, and going up onto her toes. This was Dave's first look at the front of her body. She looked magnificent! As she stretched, a stray shaft of sunlight broke through the clouds and washed over her. Her nude body glowed in a way that made his throat go dry. He wanted to hold her, hug her, kiss her - ravish her. It was almost as if she was reading his mind. "Still have that boner for me?" she asked, grinning naughtily. Emotionally, he managed to choke out, "Now, more than ever." "Well, I haven't had a chance to taste your cock yet, remember? You want to stand while I suck it, Master? Or be on your back in the grass?" "Stretching out sounds marvelous to me," he replied. "I'm still naked, Sir. Will you get naked for me, too?" she whispered, licking her lips. Seeing that wanton look on her face galvanized him into action. In the blink of an eye, all his clothes were off, and he got onto his back, his rampant dick sticking up like a flagpole. "Now that looks delicious," Rina murmured, kneeling next to his hip. She leaned over, pursed her lips, and moved her face downward, engulfing the head of his cock along with most of his shaft. She sucked gently, and his cock twitched, delivering some of his precum nectar to her hungry mouth and throat. She'd sweated quite a bit during her self bondage session and fucking, so she was truly thirsty. She decided to take her time, drinking his precum slowly for a good deal of time, rather than rushing him toward a lusty climax. Dave didn't mind one bit. He pillowed his head on his arms, crossed behind his head, and watched his slut nourish herself on his manhood. He couldn't quite believe this was true. It was like some erotic wet dream, except it was a thousand-fold better! He could feel the warm wetness of her mouth - that was the only point of contact between them at the moment, so she'd captured his complete focus on that interaction. The twitches of his cock were so subtle that he was barely aware of them, but he thought he could feel fluids rising up into her mouth. The swallowing motions that her elegant throat was making verified that she was drinking. Finally, after a period of time, Rina slurped her mouth up and off his dick, stating, "I'd like to ride you for a while, so your hands will be free to play with my sadly neglected tits, Sir, if that's OK with you." He laughed, happiness filling his heart. "Ride me to your heart's content, my lovely slut. I'll do what I can to make your luscious tits happy." Rina straddled him, opened her pussy, and sank down, impaling herself delightfully. Sighing with bliss, she began rising, falling and rocking. Dave reached up and whispered his fingertips on the sensitive skin of her breasts. He didn't grab - he caressed - and he paid attention to the entire surface of her tits. It felt so good that both of them shuddered joyfully. Dave gazed at her - torso and face - enjoying the sight of her pleasuring herself atop him. He felt... he felt... comfortable with her... compatible with her... even though they'd just met that day, and in such an unusual fashion. With other women, the sex had been perfunctory - both parties in a rush to climax. With Rina, it wasn't like that at all. He was thrilled to feel them joined together like this, with her warm smooth thighs and legs embracing his sides and hips, and her sweet pussy sliding erotically on his manhood. Paying attention to her cues, his hands went to her areolae and nipples as Rina's fucking movements sped and intensified. He began gently pinching and rolling the engorged, almost pebbled textures at the peaks of her breasts, and saw her nodding, eyes closed in concentration. Suddenly, Rina leaned forward, planting her hands on his shoulders, and bucked up and down fiercely, gasping for air, head tilting back. Dave pinched her flesh more firmly, and rolled her nipples within mounds of the gathered flesh of her areolae. Her eyelids flew open, and she sounded a shriek of triumph as her orgasm hit her, and seized her control away. She vibrated atop him for a timeless moment, her cum fluids washing the base of his dick and his balls. Eyes sparkling with wetness, she let her torso sink down against his chest. She murmured into his neck, "Please roll us over, and take me. I want to be fucked, looking up at you as you cum inside me." Dave was already close. Embracing her, he rolled them sideways until she was resting on her back in the soft grass. He braced his hands next to her shoulders, and looked deeply into her eyes as he began thrusting. She raised her hands to caress the back of his neck, and hooked her ankles together behind the small of his back. This position opened her thighs more, and Dave entered her fully, thrusting. She moaned and bit her lip seductively, moments before her pussy again started rippling in orgasm. Her orgasm triggered his, and they maintained their eye contact as his seed rushed into her, dispelling an emptiness she'd never known she had. That moment, they magically bonded. When their bodies had calmed somewhat, gently shaking in intermittent post-orgasmic aftershocks, Dave rolled them both onto their sides, and held her. Held her. Hugged her. Kissed her. That night, they shared a bed together for the first, and definitely not the last, time. And Rina was right. She never did need that silky red set of bra and panties from the backseat of her car.

Sabrina's Story byapplevalyan© Sabrina's Story of How She Got into Exhibitionism Hi, my name is Sabrina and this is my story of my unexpected entrance into exhibitionism. Two years ago, if you had even suggested that I would enjoy exposing my body to strangers, I would have immediately told you that you were wrong and stupid at even thinking that I could do that. Well people do change, don't they? I had just turned 37 years old and had also just had my 18th wedding anniversary to my one and only love and lover, Cliff, who is three months younger than me. We have two children, a girl and a boy. My daughter just graduated high school and joined the Air Force. My son will graduate next year. I had been feeling weak, run-down, and light-headed lately so I made an appointment to see my doctor. She told me I had Type-2 diabetes and put me on some meds and said that I should start getting more exercise and to watch what I eat from now on and it wouldn't hurt to lose about 40 to 50 lbs. Summer was coming to an end soon so it wouldn't be so hot outside to start my exercising. Cliff suggested I ask Chip, my son, if I could start riding his bike since he hardly used it anymore since he now drove our old car that he and his sister use to share all the time now. He said no problem so Cliff cleaned it up and lubed the chain and gears on it. I started off my exercises easy by just riding down the sidewalk to State Rd. 100, which is about a half mile from my house, and back a couple times in the mornings after Chip left for school. Once I felt comfortable with that distance, I turned left at SR 100 and rode the bake path about a mile to the entrance to the State Park then turn around and head home. I did this once a day for a couple weeks then did it twice and then three and four times a day. Thank goodness I live in the south where it is still relatively warm here most of the winter so riding that bike outside wasn't bad. At the beginning of January, I purchased a yearly pass to the park and began to ride the 5+ miles of bike paths in the park as well. By this time I was feeling stronger and had already lost 15 lbs. By the time warmer weather had returned, I had lost a total of about 25 lbs. and felt great. The only problem now was the pants I usually wore to ride the bike in were getting loose and threating to fall off me. Cliff told me one night that he could see the difference in my body and that he liked it. He then suggested I buy and wear some bike shorts to ride in. I had seen other women wearing them and it did look like they would be better to ride in but they also looked tight and would mold to my big butt and I didn't like the idea of showing that off. I told Cliff that, he chuckled he told me stop being silly. He said my butt was looking much finer than it did before I started riding that bike, that's why he's had trouble keeping his hands off it lately. He said that if he were a girl and had an ass that looked that good, he would be proud to show it off. After taking my shower, I was getting dressed for bed and noticed my panties wear also getting baggy on my ass. I then checked out my ass for the first time in quite a while, I thought that maybe Cliff was right, it did look better! It was tight and toned up where it used to be saggy and baggy. Maybe I would look alright in some bike shorts. I bought one pair the next day after my ride and went home to try them on. I wore them around the house and surprised how cool and comfortable they were and I decided my ass looked OK in them, except for the VPL [visible panty line], my t-shirt would cover that, so I decide to wear them the next day. I enjoyed them so much; once I got home I went to the store and got a couple more pair. I also started to dress different in the evening around the house so Cliff could play with my ass easier. I was feeling more alive in the sexual apartment than I use to lately. I guess it was because of my weight loss and Cliff's increase in his affections to me lately. Cliff use to be all handzy around me when we were younger and I loved it and now he was getting that way again, I've found I still like it. He is once again grabbing my tits and ass whenever he gets the chance. The difference between now and when we were young is that I now let him grab me when we are in public. When I was young, it embarrassed me when he fondled my ass in public, now I like it when he does it. I've also noticed men are now checking me out more lately than they used to and I've found I'm enjoying their stares. I've packed away all my old PJ's and started wearing just mid-thigh T-shirts and panties around the house. I have never worn a bra at night and I've gotten to the point I don't were one around the house anymore. Cliff says my breast are still riding almost as high as when we got married. Cliff liked my new nighttime attire and keeps reaching under my shirt to grab my ass or crotch. I had to slap at his hands more than once because Chip was around. He told me he didn't care if Chip seen him grab my ass. The boy was old enough to know what he was up to and for me to not worry about him, plus it was educational. I already knew Chip had seen my panties a few times when I bent over in front of him and I had already gotten use to that so I decided to let Cliff have his fun, plus I liked the grab-ass too! At Cliff's suggestion, after he had stripped me when we went to bed a few times, we started sleeping nude together again. We hadn't done that since the kids were 5 or 6 years of age. I found I've missed the cuddling naked with Cliff and sleeping nude and am enjoying sleeping nude again, plus the sex has become a lot more frequent too. Before losing my weight, sex was once or twice a week, now it is almost a nightly thing. We've even fooling around more than that on weekends. A couple months later, it was getting quite warm and I was getting quite warm and sweaty during my now 10 plus mile daily ride. I noticed another girl I rode and talked with once in a while had started wearing just a small sports-bra as a top and some low-rise stretch short-shorts to ride in. I asked where she got the shorts from and she told me where and how much they cost. I was feeling a lot better about my body at this time and although it would be out of character for me to wear so little in public. I had gotten quite conservative in my clothing over the past few years. I guess because of my weight and being a mom. Anyway, I felt like I wanted to give it a try, but chicken out buying the smaller sports bra. I did buy a couple bigger sport-bras than the girl wore and decided to give them a try. I was cooler wearing them than a t-shirt. A couple days later, I noticed my VPL again and didn't like how it looked with my tight bike shorts. And then from off who knows where, I got a naughty idea to wear my bike shorts without my panties. I was already not wearing a bra under my sports-bra, so why not got without panties too. When I pulled them on alone the next morning, it felt strange, but it was a nice strange feeling, so I decide to go ahead and give it a try. I liked it! I liked the feeling of being naughty and not wearing panties in public plus I felt cooler down there also. I had never wore anything outside my house in public without underwear, except my swimsuit, so as I rode my bike I began to wonder what it would feel like to wear my regular shorts without panties, maybe even a dress without underwear. I know it was naughty and good girls didn't dress that way but I decided I still wanted to give it a try one day. I also noticed I was getting a strange tan pattern over my body from riding in the sun so much and decide to get a small bikini to get a tan in my backyard after my ride. I usually left the house to ride about 8am and was back around 11am and before noon I was lying out getting some sun. After about a week of wearing my bikini in my backyard, I noticed I had a lot of privacy in the part of the backyard I did my sunning in and I knew I had the house to myself until 4 PM, at first I untied the strings across my back to not leave any white lines there. Then I dared to take off my top and tan my breast. I had never felt the sun on them before and it felt wonderful. I tanned topless for a few days and then decide to try nude sunbathing. It felt wonderful lying naked in the sun. I now do it as often as I can. I first stripped out of my bikini once in the private corner of my backyard but after a week or so, I started wearing just a towel wrapped around me to my lounge chair. After a couple weeks of that, I ended up just carrying the towel one hand and a drink in the other as I walked naked across my backyard to my chair. It felt wonderful to walk naked outside in the sunlight. My husband noticed my tan and my disappearing tan-lines and questioned me about it. I told him about the tan-lines from my sports bra and shorts and how I had slowly progressed to tanning nude in the backyard when I was alone. He said he understood and approved of my nude tanning and how he wished he could be there to see me like that. I told him to drop by around lunch one day and he might catch me out there. He just smiled and said he just might surprise me one day. I said, "I dare you", inside I was hoping he would stop by and catch me naked. Lying naked in the sun also got my fantasies going too; one was Cliff making love to me outside in the sunlight. We have never done that but find I wouldn't mind one bit if he wanted to take me out there. I think I would enjoy it! I also decided to go buy those low-rise short-shorts and smaller sport-bras to ride my bike in and I also quit wearing panties under those short-shorts too. I found I was enjoying riding around in public practically naked. I even started wearing just my bikini top one in a while with my low-rise short-shorts while I rode my bike. I was now down to my target weight, my sugar was staying down, and I felt and looked good. One day I was in 'Walmart' and I noticed the store was having a sale on sun-dresses. I picked out a couple halter style dresses and tried them on. They both came about mid-thigh but fit me well. I hadn't worn any dresses that short since Cliff and I dated but I knew I wanted them and that I would be willing to wear them in public. I knew I was looking pretty good right now and I wanted to celebrate and show off my new body. As luck would have it, Cliff called me while I was on the way home. He told me not to start supper because he had won a drawing at his job and had won two free dinners at a local Bar-B-Q place we like. I knew then I was wearing one of my new halter-dresses to dinner and surprise Cliff. I gave Chip $20.00 when he came home and told him to get him a burger or a pizza for supper because his Dad and I would be going out for dinner. Cliff was shocked but happy to see me in that short halter-dress and later at home, he was really surprised when he found that all I wore under it was a new pair of tiny thong panties I had bought in the spur of the moment that day also, I'd sworn in the past I would never wear thong panties but I was feeling a lot sexier lately and decide to give them a try. He snatched those panties off me and took me hard and fast. I will have to get me more to wear if he does that when I wear them, I should have started wearing them sooner! A few days later, while out shopping and while passing the sleepwear section in 'Walmart', I seen some low-rise satin short-shorts, they were so light and thin they almost weighted nothing, I had to have them. I bought 2 of them, one in black and one I light blue. I then found matching satin crop tops to go with the shorts in the same colors. I got those too. I couldn't believe I was even contemplating wearing them when I rode my bike but I knew I wanted to at least give it a try. And I did! I felt like I was naked while I rode my bike. I wore the black set first. I felt so naughty, but it was exhilarating and exciting at the same time. I knew people knew I was almost naked in public but I found I didn't care! I like knowing they knew that! I found was also very horny when I got home. I didn't expect my new found exhibitionism would get me so horny. I was so horny I didn't notice Cliffs' car I the garage. I rushed through the house stripping my top and shorts off as I headed to my lounge chair in the back yard. I had planned on the way home to jill myself off while lying in the sun. I was shoving two fingers rapidly in and out of my newly saved bald pussy, I did that this morning before leaving when I notice my bush showed a little when I put on those loose legged short-shorts. I didn't want my bush to show. When I opened my eyes, there in front of me was my naked husband stroking his nice hard cock. I surprised him and me when I hollered, "Oh God Yes! I need that! Fuck me! Ram that cock in me!" I had never been the one for naughty talk before, I don't ever remember talking like that to Cliff before but he didn't complain but his eyes did open wide. He just gave me a big smile and gave me what I wanted and needed. Cliff wasn't mad at me when I explained in detail at what I had been doing the last couple months and accumulating with what I had done today. When I put back on the satin top and shorts and showed him all that I had worn riding in today, he attacked me and took me from behind right there on the living room floor, leaving the shorts on! He just slipped the crotch of the shorts to the side. It had been years since he took me doggy style. I hope we make use for that position often now. Afterwards, he told me to take a shower and get dressed in my halter dress again; he had decided me wanted to take out for lunch as a reward for being such a nice naughty girl. He had seen my floral print dress last week so I decided to wear the solid yellow one this time. After pulling the dress on, I noticed I could see my nipples though the top. For half a second, I decide to NOT wear the dress but since I was still slightly turned on from the sex and my exposure this afternoon, I decide to hell with it. I'm going braless and I really didn't care if people see my nipples though the dress. I started going braless after I met Cliff and he liked it then and a couple of my tops were a little thin. And now I was now looking forward to wearing this thin dress braless and to people noticing them! I opened my underwear drawer and stopped. I suddenly felt like being pantiless too. I wondered if I could really do it. I had thought about it a couple times but never had the nerve to try it. But again still feeling sexy and a bit randy from my sex today, I decide that I would go pantiless. I have gone naked under a couple long ankle length dresses in public before but that was years ago, early in our marriage and that was to tease cliff, but I have never worn a dress that came halfway between my ass and knees pantiless before. And I could feel my pussy tingling at the mere thought of going uncovered in public. Then I wondered how long it would take Cliff to find out his wife was being a naughty girl and how would he react. Would he get angry at me or would he turn me over and take me right there. I hope it would be the latter and I decide I would let him take me wherever and whenever he wanted, even in public if he wanted. I was that horny! Cliff was in the kitchen taking his meds when he saw me; he nearly choked on the water he was drinking. He said that if he wasn't already worn out from the sex we already had that day, he would bend me over the couch and take me again. I said that sounded like a good idea but that I really was hungry and would like to eat, plus that he needed to eat to get his energy back up so he could bend me over the couch when we got back home. He smiled, gave me a kiss and told me that it sounded like a good plan. I could feel the breeze blowing under my short dress, tickling my wet pussy when we walked to the car. Feeling the wind tickling my bald pussy felt nice, I might just have to wear my dresses pantiless more often! I then thought that maybe I needed to get a few more short dresses to wear. Almost every dress I owned was around knee length and a few came between my knees and ankles. I knew I would start wearing those pantiless as some as I got a chance to wear one. While we ate, Cliff keep looking at my nipples and asked how I felt knowing people could see them. I told him that for some reason it really wasn't bothering me and I'm sure I'm not the first girl to show her nipples under a thin top and that I probably wouldn't be the last. He then asked how come I started dressing like this lately and not years ago. I told him I wasn't sure but that I think it had something to do with my recent weight loss and exercising I had been doing. I was feeling good about how I was now looking and I felt better than I have in years plus I notice my sexual libido had increased lately too. I now wasn't afraid to show my body in public anymore. In fact, I've discovered I like being looked at and I am not afraid to show-off a little bit now and then. I asked him if he minded me showing off my new body a little. He laughed a little and said the only problem he had with me showing off a little was that he seemed to be getting hard-ons a lot more lately. I laughed at his remark and told him I had another surprise for him later that I though he just might enjoy. I wasn't sure if I would but now I knew I was. He asked me what it was and I laughed and told him, "Now now, but I promise you I will tell you later and I'm sure you'll like it." I looked around to see if anyone was looking at me. When I noticed no one seemed to be looking, I reached under my dress and touched my pussy in pubic for the first time ever! An found it was as wet as I could ever remember. Then I got a naughty thought, I pushed one finger inside me and then presented it to Cliff. Telling him to smell what he was doing to me. We left soon after that. Once to the car, I asked Cliff to be a gentleman for me and to open my door. When I sat in the car, I sat down very unladylike, exposing my pantiless pussy to my hubby. His eyes got as big as silver dollars as I sat there, not moving, with my legs spread wide for him. "See" I said, "I told you I had another surprise for you. This is my first time ever going pantiless in a dress in public and this one is a bit short. If you like it, I'll do it for you again sometime. That is if you don't mind." He pulled me from the car and placed a big kiss on me. Cliff said, "You can go pantiless whenever you want honey! I love you dressing like this. I just wish you had started doing this years ago. If you want to quit wearing underwear altogether, that would be fine with me too. Just expect me to fuck you a lot more often and in location other than out house." He looked around, "Starting right now!" He closed the car door then turned me around bending me over putting my head in the car window. I heard his zipper and two seconds later, he was entering me. I was so wet and ready, he went all the way in on his first push. We had a quickie in a public parking lot during the early afternoon and I liked it! I decided I wouldn't mind having sex in public more if it felt this good. I started to look around to see if anyone could see us but before long, I didn't care and started hoping someone would see us. We had now had sex three times in one day. We hadn't done that since our honeymoon. I basically quit wearing bras and panties for Cliff, and well, me too! I found I enjoyed wearing all my clothes without panties and I don't wear bras with any of my tops anymore. Some of them are quite thin. I love the looks I get when someone notices my tits and nipple showing through. I don't wear any panties under my t-shirts at night anymore either. I have to be careful around Chip though, I don't think a young boy wants to see his mother's pussy, right? If he has seen it, he hasn't said anything. But he has been hanging around the house at night more than usual lately. I know he seen my panties under my t-shirt a few times in the past but he made no big deal about it. But he is a normal 17 year old boy and if he did happen to see my bare ass or pussy, so what? It won't kill him. It could be considered educational, Right? I realize how loose the leg openings were on my satin shorts after Cliff screwed me while I wore then the other day. I experimented with them one day as I rode around the park. I pulled them aside and found I could ride around with my pussy uncovered. The ride around the park is usually quiet and I hardly see anybody when I ride so I wasn't worried about exposing myself to children or families. I even experimented with fingering myself as I rode. And 'Yes' I did get myself off that first day and I'm sure it will not be my last time doing it. I've also pulled my very short, loose crop-top up almost daily and ride around with my boobs out. The top comes back down easily and quickly if I need to cover myself although my breasts are only covered by a couple inches when the top is down. A couple weeks later after another 'very' enjoyable ride around the park, it began to rain. I hadn't paid attention to the weather before leaving the house, my mind was it the gutter elsewhere. I've rode in the rain before and usually dress for it. Today I was wearing my light blue satin outfit today and I was a good half-hour from my house even on a good weather day. I pulled up under a picnic pavilion for a bit to check out the weather radar on my phone, I keep my phone and ID's in a waterproof pouch on my bike and found out it was going to rain the rest of the day. I would be soaked by the time I got home. I then looked down at my top, it was transparent! My breast and nipples were plainly visible. I might have well have been topless. All of the sudden I perked up. This could be fun! I'm not topless but it looked like I might be. This would be my ultimate show-off in public so far. All of the sudden one of the park rangers pulled up in his pick-up truck, it was one of the ones I thought was cute, he was about 25 with dark hair. You know the ones; tall, dark and handsome! I felt my pussy tingle. He asked if I was alright. I faced him letting him and wanting him to see me and told him I was fine but wet. He told me he could see that. "Good!" I thought. "Get a good look." I told him I guess it was my punishment for not checking the weather before leaving home. He asked if he could give me a lift somewhere. "Yea, I know where you want to take me." I thought, thing is, I was almost tempted to go with him but I wasn't ready to cheat on my husband. I'd get naked for the guy if he asked and let him get a good look at me but no touching, at least not yet and then only if Cliff gave me permission to let another man touch me. But knowing another man might want to have sex with me was a big turn on. I walked slowly right up to his truck window, in the rain, letting him have a good look at my practically nude body while pushing my bike and told him, "No thanks, I deserve this. Plus I don't live far, I'll get wet but I'll be alright. It's not the first time I've rode in the rain. Thanks anyway." I got on the bike and pushed off into the pouring rain. I road with the ranger following behind me. I knew my top was transparent but I wasn't sure about the back of my shorts. If they were as transparent as my top, it probably looked like I was bottomless too. I'm sure the ranger was getting a good look at my ass and I made no attempt to cover-up. That was getting me even hornier! Luckily I didn't have to cross any busy highways in that rain on my ride home. All I had were right turns onto the bike-path and then the sidewalk to my house. I did have a few cars slow to check me out as I rode next to the street while looking like I was naked. I was one horny girl when I got home. I took a few pictures and a short video of me in my wet outfit in the rain so I could show my husband when he got home. I'm sure I'm going to get a nice fucking after he sees them! Especially when I tell him about the park ranger seeing and talking to me like that and that I liked it! I continued my bike riding and expanded my exhibitionism around town. I now went everywhere wearing no bra or panties. Cliff loves it when I wear my short dresses pantiless for him and I love doing it too. I regularly wear only my short sundresses shopping and have on more than a few occasions dared to bend over a little bit too far and flash some unsuspecting male my bare ass and pussy. When I did my first intentional 'flash', it surprised even me at how excited I got when I did it. The juices from my pussy would be running down my leg after my first few flashes which prompted me to do it again soon. I told Cliff about each time I did it and he ended up screwing me, that's one reason I don't regret my flashing. I get cock when he gets home. He has even gone with me on a few of my adventures and watched me do them. He loves watching the reactions of my targets. I also enjoy wearing my satin crop tops when I shop too. I found that when I bent over to get something off the lower shelfs, the top falls away exposing the bottoms of my breast. Around Thanksgiving, Cliff told me of a new guy at work that he had become good friends with and asked if I minded if he asked Danny over for Thanksgiving Dinner. The guy was about 28 and single and had nobody to have dinner with. I told him I had no problems with that and did that mean I needed to wear a bra around him. Cliff said, "Don't you dare! I've been telling him how hot you are lately and I kind of let it slip that you hardly ever wore a bra. You should have seen his eyes open when I said that. I now am looking forward to you 'accidentally' teasing him with them tits. You can wear whatever top you want, that's going to be your choice." I told him I would love to tease him and I promised not to be too obvious that I want him to look at them. I also said it will depend on how warm it is if I wear pants, shorts or a skirt. Cliff smiled and said, "I hope it's a 100 degrees that day and so you get to wear that new short jean skirt and a halter top that day." Well, it was cold and rainy that day so I ended wearing so jeans and a thin yellow tank-top in the house. My nipples were quite obvious through the thin material and Cliff was happy about that. I noticed Danny taking every opportunity to look at them I caught him looking once and just smiled and winked at him. A big smile came to his face when I shook them at him. I told Cliff after we ate I was surprised he hadn't groped me in front of his friend yet, he looked surprised at my suggestion and asked if I'd let him. I said, "Of course I wouldn't mind if you did. Why on earth would I suggest it if I wouldn't let you. Listen, I want you to 'accidentally' help me get some water on the front of my shirt in a little while in front of both of you. I'll then be giving you two a wet t-shirt look and then I'm going to change out of that wet top into one of my satin crop-tops for the rest of the afternoon. You will then have better access to my tits then. If you accidentally end up barring a little tit to him when you do, don't worry about it. You're right; he is a nice guy so I really wouldn't mind baring a tit to him." About 15 minutes later, Danny put a rubber band around the spray nozzle at the sink and when I turn the water on; it sprayed me and soaked the front of my shirt. I loved the look on their faces when I screamed, jumped back, and turned around and faced them both. Success! I looked like a contestant in a wet t-shirt contest. I blurred out, "Oops, sorry about this. Damn you Cliff, I know you had something to do with this. I ought to stay just like this just to spite you but it's cold and now I'm wet. I'm going to put something dry on, excuse me Danny. Sorry about this." I said as I motioned to my wet shirt, drawing his attention once again to my hard, but cold nipples. I put on my black satin crop-top and went back to the kitchen; Cliff came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me telling me he was sorry about getting me wet. I said to him, "You know I hate being cold and wet. You also know that I don't mind getting my shirts wet and showing my nipples as long as it's not cold." I then looked at Danny and asked him, "I hope Cliff making my top wet and see-thru didn't upset you. It's not the first time that's happen to me. It's fun to do when the conditions are right, but today the conditions are not right. I hate being cold!" He said he was fine with what happen and he was just glad I wasn't upset with him seeing them. I told him I was fine with him seeing them. He wasn't the first to see them like that. At that time, Cliff slipped his hands down and under my top, cupping both bare tits in his hands. I asked him what he thought he was doing. All he said was that he was having fun. I told him it felt good but to let go. He said OK, and when let go, his hands dropped down immediately grabbed the bottom of the top and whispered in my ear, "Ready, I'm showing them to him." He them lifted the top up, for the first time ever, he purposely baring my tits to another man. I hesitated a second letting Danny get a good look then pushed my top back down telling Cliff to stop that. Before Danny went home that night, Cliff had lifted my top three times more and before he left, they both finally talked me into taking it off completely and walking around topless. That was so much fun! I was topless for over an hour around two men and both, 'yes both of them', touched and fondled them during that hour. The crotch of my jeans were wet I was so horny. If Cliff had asked me to fuck them both, I was so horny, I don't know if I could have said 'NO'. Having another man, or two men at once fondle and kiss my breast was pure heaven. I could, and would love to do that again one day. Cliff asked me a couple weeks later if I would be willing to wear something daring and sexy to his companies' fancy dress 'New Years' day party this year. I've never wanted to go in the past because I dislike crowds and drunken people and if I went, this would be my first time meeting Cliff's bosses and co-workers. I asked his if he was sure he wanted me to dress daring around his bosses and co-workers and he said it would give him much pleasure showing off his hot, sexy wife to them. I said I would go but I wanted him to pick out which sexy dress he wanted me to wear. He asked how daring could he go and I told him as daring as he dared. We went online and picked out a floor length black satin halter dress. It had a very deep plunge front to almost the waist and narrow straps barely covering my breast and no back at all to just above the crack of my ass. It had a slit from the bottom all the way up to my hip in front of both legs where both slits came to a gold ring. From there the slits continued and curved toward the front plunge, passing a couple more gold rings on the way to the plunge, where they ended at center gold ring. The slit from the hip to the bottom of the plunge on both sides was about two inches wide. Everyone seeing this dress could tell it would be impossible to wear any type of underwear with it. Fine with me there! When the dress came, I tried it on for Cliff. We loved it! Cliff told me that when I was standing up straight and if someone was sitting in a chair beside me, they would be able to look across me, under my dress and see just how bare I was under the dress. I told him I liked knowing that. Friday night of the party came and I was a hit with the men. Everyone seemed impressed with my dress. No one made a big deal about it and I don't know if anyone looked under my dress except for Cliff and he made sure Danny noticed too. I didn't care. I liked knowing people could see my bush, if it were there, if they tried to look. I was surprised when Cliff told me Danny was coming back home with us that night, he didn't like the idea of him driving a long way home while being half-drunk and would be staying the rest of weekend with us since he had nowhere to go. I asked Cliff if he was planning on letting Danny see and play with my tits again. He smiled and said probably, but only if I let him. I smiled at that. Then he whispered in my ear. "Then we will see where it goes from there." I was surprised at his implication but wasn't shocked by it. I have also had some naughty ideas since that night. I'm already thinking of letting them undress me once we get home and remain naked around them until Cliff takes me to bed. Or maybe letting them both take me to bed, if I could only be that lucky. Cliff did mention after our last night together, he had unexpectedly enjoyed watching another play with my tits and wondered how he would feel seeing me naked with another man. He told that just thinking about it got him hard. I didn't tell him it got me wet too thinking about being naked with another man. I would be happy with just being naked around other men. I really wasn't interested with having sex with another man but if my husband wanted me to I'd do it for him. Well, I was naked in less than five minutes after getting home. Cliff actually told Danny to help me get undress while he went to get some 'Alka Seltzer". I remained naked and let both guys play with my tits and both fingered me to orgasm. I thanked them by giving them both blow-jobs. Something else I've enjoyed doing a lot more of since I lost my weight. I did them occasionally for Cliff over the years but lately, I've gotten to enjoying having a cock in my mouth and swallowing the cum a lot more. I've enjoyed sex in many more ways lately too. Blow-jobs, anal, public places, I think I'm open for almost anything now. When we went to bed, I purposely left our bedroom door open and left the bed-stand light on and was more vocal than normal, hoping Danny would appear at the door and watch. I don't know if he did or not I just know I needed to be fucked after giving two blow-jobs that night. Luckily Chip was away for the weekend with the neighbor kids and wouldn't be back till Sunday night so I didn't even get dressed Saturday morning. I wanted to stay naked all day and I did. I also got fucked by Cliff that morning as Danny watched and then Cliff told Danny to help himself to my pussy. Cliff smiled and said I looked wonderful as he watched Danny pound away at my pussy. I swear, Danny is only the second man to get to go there and my husband was watching me have sex with him. Boy, I love that man! And I told him that as he watched Danny fuck me. Later that afternoon, I had two men in me at once and they made use of every hole in me. My God that was fun! I was their sex slave all weekend I was willing to do whatever they wanted me to do. We even went out to dinner that night with me wearing only my yellow halter dress. Both of them fingered my pussy under the table while we were in the restaurant and I noticed at least two men watch them as they fingered me. I just didn't care! I surprised them both by removing my dress while on the way back to the car and walking naked across the parking lot the last two hundred feet and I was seem by two couples. I ended sucking Danny off in the back seat as Cliff drove us home. We all slept, well tried to sleep, in the same bad that night. Sleeping with two men felt great. I've decided I like being an exhibitionist slut! Cliff promised me if I continued being a naughty girl, it would not be the last time Danny would come over. He then surprised me when he said, "Who knows honey. I might even consider finding a couple more guys to become friends with one day. I'd bet you'd like that wouldn't you?" My heart skipped a beat. Did he just insinuate that he might let me have sex with three or more guys at once? I knew I'd sure be willing to try it at least once.

Sandra is Different by Vanessa Evans Part 9 Wow, that exhibition hall was big but all the stalls and other ‘things’ were at one end leaving enough space for a football pitch. The place was buzzing with people running around, presumable getting themselves organised for the day and I was disappointed that I couldn’t see a naked girl anywhere. When we got to Steve’s stall I saw that there was lots of space with a gazebo with sides on it. “Is that where we’ll be getting fucked?” Isla asked. “No one will complain if you get fucked anywhere today Isla.” Steve said, then added, “There’s a little stage over there where some of the people who will be coming here like to get a bit personal with other people.” “When does that start?” I asked. “Any time after 10 when the doors open.” Steve replied. “So when can we get naked?” Isla asked. “Any time that you want but there’s something that I need you to wear all the time, hang on a sec.” Isla looked as disppointed as I felt because I was expecting to be naked all day. Steve came back carrying some small plastic bags and from one he pulled out a couple of T-shirts. When I held one against my chest I saw his business name and phone number printed on the front and the back. Then I realised that the length of them would have been suitable for someone half my age, it only came down to my waist. I smiled and thought, “Maybe this won’t be so bad.” Then Steve gave us each a smaller bag with what turned out to be a Sash with his business name and phone number printed on it.” “That’s more like it.” I said, “this doesn’t cover my tits.” Within seconds Isla and I were wearing only the Sashs and our heels. Isla looked as happy as I felt. We had both arranged our sashes so that the front went down between our tits. I looked around and saw quite a few people walking passed, but none seemed to be at all interested in the 2 naked teenage girls. “Come on girls,” Steve said, “we’ve still got some setting up to do.” The setting up was slow progress as both Isla and I kept seeing toys that we’d never seen or heard of before and we’d stop Steve to ask him about them. We also had to uncover some of the larger items like fucking machines. When Isla took the cover off the first one she stared for a few seconds then asked Steve if she could have a go on it. “Of course you can Isla, but not right now, we have work to do. I couldn’t get the girls the last 2 days to go on them, they said that I wasn’t paying them enough but I couldn’t afford any more.” “Well we’ll go on it more than once if you want us to Steve, won’t we Isla?” I said. “Hell yes.” Isla replied. It was the same with all the fucking machines that Steve had on display although it was difficult for me to count them because I didn’t know which bits went with which other bits, and some involved frames that had me puzzled. There was one very basic item that puzzled me. It was a metal dildo on a metal pole that was attached to a big metal plate. It had some wires attached that went to a black box about the size of a shoe box. “What’s this?” I asked Steve. “A cageless prison.” “I don’t understand.” “You will when I put you on it later.” “Okay.” I thought as I guessed that I would impale myself on it but didn’t have a clue what would happen next. It was the same for the ‘machine’ that I uncovered next. It was simlar but it had two split blocks of wood at the base with a spring between the splits and wires going to each block of wood. I guessed that Steve would explain later as well. As we were putting out some of the smaller items we came across some pasties. “You’ll never get me trying to hide my nipples,” Isla said, “I’m proud of my pokies.” “Me too.” I added. Most of the pasties were stick-on but there was a couple of them that confused me, what’s more there was a hole in the middle of them, big enough for a nipple to go through. “Steve, how do these work?” He walked over to us and picked one up. “They aren’t really pasties, they’re nipple enhancers. Let me show you.” Steve put one on my right tit, my already hard nipple going therough the hole. Then he pulled on my protruding nipple whilst pushing the ‘pastie’ further onto my tit then twisting it. “Ouch,” I said. “that hurts.” Then I qualified it by adding, “Not much. It was just the surprise.“ “There, Steve said, “that won’t fall off, and it keeps your nipple hard.” “I don’t think that I need that to keep my nipple hard today Steve, but I can think of times when a pair could come in handy. It hurts a bit, a bit like a small cut does, but I could easily live with that for a few hours, or days.” “Can I try one?” Isla asked. Steve put the other one of the pair on Isla’s right tit, her moaning a litle as he did so. “Leave those on for a while, let people see them and ask questions, they’re only £9.99 a pair.” “Do they come in different colours and shapes?” I asked. “They do but flourescent red does sort of attract peoples attention, that man over there was staring at you two.” “How do you get them off?” Isla asked. Sheve showed us and we took them off, neither of us wanting to hide any part of our tits but I did think that there might be occasions where it would be nice to have a pair of brightly coloured ones. We finished setting everything up then Steve gave us some money and told us to go and get some coffee’s before the doors opened and he pointed us in the right direction. No one took any real notice of the 2 naked teenage girls as we walked through the people still setting up their own stalls but we did pass one stall where we saw another naked girl. Even at the sort of makeshift cafe our nakedness was ignored even by the middle-aged woman serving. I guessed that naked girls would become more common place as the day wore on and I have to say that I was a little disappointed. Just as we were getting back at Steve’s stall we saw a mass of people heading our way and I guessed that the main doors had opened. I also got a little excited at the thought of all those people seeing me naked. Some of the crowd stopped at Steve’s stall and started looking at some of the products and I noticed that a couple of the guys seemed more interested in Isla and me. Steve had been talking to a guy but when he saw the guys looking at Isla and me he turned and asked the 2 guys if they would like a demo of one of the machines. Isla’s and my eyes lit up and we looked at each other knowing that she was thinking the same as me, “I’m going to get fucked in public, albeit by a machine, and strangers will be watching me get fucked.” Well I hoped that it woud be my turn first, although I wouldn’t be upset if Steve chose Isla first. With both Isla and I looking at Steve he said, “You go first Sandra, don’t worry Isla, I’m sure that it won’t be long before you’re on your back with a dildo pounding in and out of you. Oh, and don’t try to hold back either of you,, if you want to cum then cum, no one will mind, in fact they will be hoping thaat you will. The pair of you work out how to setup the first machine in the line and Isla can operatr the controls. If you have any problems I’m sure that those 2 guys will help you.” “No one will mind if Isla cums!” I thought as I looked around. There were about a dozen men watching us and I was 100% sure that they all wanted to see both Isla and I cum, and both Isla and I wanted to cum for them. The first machine was quite straightforward, as part of the seting up we’d spread out spong mats like they used at my Katate lessons and Isla was soon on the floor on her back with her legs spread wide either side of a relatively straight forward looking machine, A heavy looking metal box with a silicone, bendy dildo on a metal bar that was just the right height to invade her pussy. “Shuffle your butt over to the dildo Isla I said as I worked the control so that the dildo moved backwads and forwards. Isla stopped it as far away from my pussy as it would go and I shuffled myself so that the tip of the dildo was just inside my vagina. “Ready girl?” Isla asked. “Bring it on sister.” I replied. So she did, slowly at first then after a couple of deep penetrations she turned the speed up a bit. “That’s fucking amazing.” I said between moans. “Literally.” Isla replied and turned the speed up a little more. All the people around me, including Isla, were watching the dildo go in and out of me and watching how the skin around my vaginal entrance was moving. As we were all watching I heard a man stood next to Isla say, “She’s got nice tits, it’s not very often that you see a pair as firm and pointy as those.” Unsurprisingly, I orgasmed quite soon and some of the people, yes, a couple of girls had joined the audience, started clapping. I wondered if Isla would leave the machine running until I had a second orgasm but she decided against that, maybe because she was quite impatient to have a go my herself. She turned the machine down so that the dildo was only going into me quite slowly, then she turned it off. I looked at Isla’s face and saw her grinning, she knew that I’d enjoyed every second. Isla put out a hand to help me get up and as I did I slid her butt back then got to my feet. “That was awesome.” I said as I turned and got a couple of wetwipes to clean the dildo. I saw that most of the little adience were walking away but a couple were talking to Steve and I hoped that he was making a sales. A man who hadn’t watched me came over to us and asked me how much a different machine was. “Sorry sir, we’re just the models that Steve hired for the day, you’d need to talk to Steve about prices.” I replied pointing towards Steve. “Any chance that one of you could demonstrate one of the machines for me, I want to visualise what my wife would look like using it.” “Certainly sir, which machine were you thinking of?” Isla replied. Isla and I saw him point at another machine, this one was mounted in a frame and instead of the dildo going parallel to the floor it was going vertically but the motor and the non-business end of the steel bar were mounted at the top of the frame. Isla and I looked at each other then sge said, “You do it Sandra.” “It’s your turn Isla.” “I know, but you go Sandra, I want to watch you.” I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to get my pussy to the tip of the dildo that was about half a metre in the air. Steve rescued us. “On your back Sandra, lift you legs then hold your knees by your shoulders.” It was starting to make some sense so I did as instructed the Steve and Isla lifted the whole frame and moved it so that the tip of the dildo was just above my vaginal entrance. Then he did some adjustments to the frame until I felt the tip of the dildo touching my pussy. I spread my legs as much as I could then said that I was ready. Down came the dildo and I had to move my lower body a little to allow the dildo to perfectly align with my vagina. The next downward movement was much more comfortable and pleasurable. I looked around and saw strangers all around me. I was in heaven. Down and up went the dildo, slowly getting faster and faster and I wished that Isla had my camera so that she could have recorded my first machine fuck but my thoughtd soon changed as the nice feelings got nicer and nicer. The anticipation of going to be naked in front of lots of strangers, then actually being so and finally being fucked by a machine with lots of strangers seeing the dildo go in and out of me was just too much for me to last very long before cumming and cum I did, and letting everyone around me know that I was cumming. That was one of the best orgasms that I have ever had. I didn’t know if it was Isla or Steve who was controlling the machine but they didn’t turn it off when my first orgasn arrived and the dildo kept going down and deep into me then withdrawing so that the tip of it was juat inside me, until I orgasmed again. And it was just as good as the first one. Thankfully, the dildo stopped going down and up and when I had some control over my body again, Steve and Isla moved the frame so that I could lower my legs. I lay on the mat with my legs spread wide open for at least a minute before getting to my feet and saying that that was fucking awesome. As I went over to Isla I saw that a couple of men were trying to talk to Steve and I hoped that my demonstration had got him a sale. Shortly after that Steve uncovered what looked to me like an exercise bike. Because of my thoughts I hadn’t taken much notice of it but when the cover came off I saw that it was ‘different’ to the exercise bikes that I’d seen and used in the university gym. This bike had some extra bits on the upright below the saddle and a hole in the saddle. It only took a couple of seconds from when I saw Steve attaching a dildo to the gubbings below the saddle that I realised what the bike really was. “Isla,” Steve said, “come and get on the bike.” I was a little jeleous that she was going to use it first but I kbew that I’d be on it sometime before the day was out. “Ouch.” Isla said just after Steve had told her to start pedalling slowly. Then, “Oh that’s nice.” As she obviously got the dildo lined up properly and I saw it disappear. The little audience saw it too and Steve told Isla to pedal as quick as she could. We all watched Isla bringing herself to an orgasm, me wondering how I could get the university to replace their existing exercise cycles with ones like Isla was riding right then. Steve turned to me and asked me if I was okay. “How could I possibly not be. I wouldn’t have missed this for the world, thank you so much Steve.” “My pleasure Sandra, and I’ve got somewhere for you to sit and watch Isla.” Steve took me over to what to me looked like one of those frames that you see in people’s gardens with a swing attached for their kids to play on. There wasn’t a swing attached but Steve opened a box and got out 2 short lengths of rope. On one end of each of them was a metal karibina. And the other end of each of them had a webbing loop. “Step into those and pull them up to your thighs.” Steve instructed. Then he lifted me up with one arm and used his other arm to clip the karibina to the top of the frame. Then he went to my other side of me and did the same so that when he released me I was free to swing backwards and forwards. I could even open my legs wide. “Comfortable?” Steve asked. “Yes.” I replied. “Would you like something to keep your legs spread so that your audience think that it’s not your fault that your legs are wide apart?” “Good idea Steve, but how?” Steve smiled, went to a box then came back with what I found out were ankle cuffs. “How are those going to help?” I asked. “Patience pointy tits. patience.” As Steve was putting the ankle cuffs on me I said, “So do you like my little pointy tits Steve?” “Hell yes, don’t tell Lisa but I wish that her tits were like yours Sandra.” “I think that Lisa’s tits look great Steve,” I replied, “not too big and her nipples do her proud.” “Yes, I’m happy that she hates bras.” Steve stood up then went and got what looked to me like a broom handle. As he attached each end of the wooden pole to my ankle cuffs I realised that I was stuck. unable to close my legs or get off the swing. “So how is someone supposet to fuck me like this” I asked. “They’e not, well not with that spreader bar attached, I thought that you might like to be displayed like that for a while, well until Isla has worn herself out on that exercise bike.” “I was hoping to have a go in tha bike.” I said. “And so you shall Sandra, I just want to put some more things on you to see how you feel.” “What?” I asked. But Steve didn’t answer, instead he walked over to his sales counter and got talking with a potential customer leaving me sat there on the swing. I thought for a minute and realised that he was right, I was going nowhere, and my spread pussy was on full display. Some of the potential customers who were watching Isla saw me and came to have a good look at me and I was loving it. I could feel my nipples and clit tingling something rotten and I just knew that my pussy was dripping onto the floor below me. One of the potential customers went over and interrupted Steve to ask him if it was okay to take some photographs. Steve must have said that it was okay becase the man came back with his phone out and sarted clicking away. The other people staring at me must have assumed that if it was okay for the first man to take photographs then it was okay for them to, and out came more phones. The tingling got stronger and the puddle must have got bigger as all I could think about was those strangers staring at my spread pussy and taking photographs. Then I felt something on my neck and I jumped, well as much as I could in the position that I was. “Relax Sandra,” I heard Steve say “it’s only me, I’m just putting this collar around your neck.” “What!” I replied as I took one hand off the ropes and using touch I confirmed what Steve was saying. I didn’t need touch to see what Steve did next, he put wrist cuffs on me as I said, “I didn’t know that you sold bondage equipment Steve?” I asked. “Yes, well just the fun stuff, not the serious BDSM stuff. Do you like the collar and cuffs Sandra?” “I think that I do, they attract people’s eyes but I guess that it depends on what you’re going to attach them to.” “Nothing at the moment but you don’t need a collar and cuffs to attract people’s attention Sandra. Those tits and protruding clit do that for you.” I giggled a little and felt a little proud of my body. I looked over to Isla and saw her body shaking and her pedallng slow down. I guessed that she’d cum again and needed a bit of a rest. I looked back at Steve and saw that someone had caught his attention so I looked round the little audience and saw a few phones taking photos so I lay back as much as I could and revelled in my exposure. A few minutes later I opened my eyes and saw Isla stood neat me. I smiled and asked, “Good ride?” “Hell yeah, I wish that they had bikes like that at the uni gym, I’d be there every day.” “I thought that as well.” “Great minds. Are you enjoying yourself sitting there with your legs spread wide Sandra? Sorry. silly question, the puddle on the floor answers my question. And what’s with the bondage stuff?” “The jury is still out on these things, Steve thought that I might like to try them.” “I don’t fancy them myself.” Isla replied. “Not even the cuffs so that some gorgeous hunk can tie you to his bed and ravish your body for days on end Isla?” “Maybe the cuffs do have their good points.” Isla replied. I smiled just as Steve came back. With Isla’s help Steve got me off the swing and as he did so he told me that the last man that he spoke to was interested in buying 20 of the swings, apparent;y he’s a film producer and was thinking about having a line of girls swinging on those swings. “Do you think that he’s a porno film produced?” Isla asked. “No idea, I didn’t ask, what anyone does with anything that they buy from me is their business not mine.” Steve replied, then added, “Sandra, do you fancy going and riding the bike for a while. Isla, have you heard of a Sybian?” I didn’t need to be asked twice and as I got on the bike and impaled myself I watched Steve uncover a Sybian, but this one was different to the one Master Thomas had, this one was mounted on a frame so that once the rider was properly mounted she was stuck there because the height of the frame meant that her feet couldn’t touch the floor, she was at the mercy of whoever had the control in their hand which was Steve after he helped her mount the Sybian. As I started to pedal I saw Isla gasp and guessed that Steve has switched it on and I thought that the totally naked Isla, well apart from the sash, looked great sitting on the Sybian with the dildo insde her and her feet just hanging there, unable to touch the floor. Meanwhile I was again wishing that the university would replace their exercse cycles with ones like I was currently riding. After my first orgasm on the bike, and after my brain had got back to normal, I looked around and saw that the place was crowded. I guessed that the public were expecting to see scantily clad, ot naked girls. After my second orgasm on the bike I stopped pedalling and climbed off because I didn’t want to run out of energy, I was hoping for a lot more fun before the day was out. Once Isla couldn’t take any more I helped her get off the Sybian and Steve told us that we could take a break. He told us that we might enjoy just walking around for a while or going for a coffee or something to eat. He stuffed a £20 note in a little pocket on the inside of the Sash that that I was wearing. Just as we turned to walk away Steve told us to stop. We turned to face him and saw him put his hands into a big box. When they came out he told me to turn around and put my hands behind my back. I did and the I felt him put something on the wrist cuffs that joined them together, I was stuck with my hands behind my back. “What’s that for?” I asked. “Just to make life a little more interesting for you Sandra.” Steve replied as he attached a leash to my collar and gave the other end to Isla. “What the hell.” I thought, then, “maybe this will be fun.” I saw Isla smile as she gently tugged on the lease telling me to follow her. As we walked away Isla said, “Come on doggy, walkies.” It felt strange being led through the crowds like that, a sort of helpless, vulnerable. exciting feeling. Although my Karate lessons meant that I could still defend myself I sort of felt that this must be what a slave feels like. I turned to Isla and said, “I guess that I’m your slave Mistress, that I have to do whatever you tell me.” Isla got into the dominate role and replied, “Yes slave, if I tell you to do something you have to do it, for starters suck my right tit.” We stopped, turned to face each other and my mouth went to Isla’s right tit. Her nipples had been erect all day but I felt the one in my mouth get very hard as I sucked it and teased it with my tongue. As I did so I heard some nice complimens from the strangers around us. After a couple of minutes Isla told me to stop, saying that she might just cum if I kept going, then telling me to start walking again. Walking around in amongst lots of fully clothed people whilst I was virtually naked was an experience that made me feel very horny, something that I wanted to do over and over again. Although I didn’t want to get into a conversation with any of the strangers I did enjoy them looking at me and making the odd complimentary comment. It would appear that quite a few people there liked the shape of my tits and a few people liked that I was cuffed and on a leash. As we walked around the big hall I saw a few girls either topless or naked. One topless girl smiled at us as our paths crossed. I saw a few other stalls selling toys with scantily clad girls tryng to lure men in, but I didn’t see any stalls where live demonstrations were going on. I guessed that Steve had got one up on them. When we got to the little cafe area we joined the queue to be served. Isla was in front of me and when we got to the serving lady she ordered for both of us then told me to turn around. She unclipped one of the cuffs saying, “There slave, you can carry the food and drinks for us.” Isla went to get the money out of my sash and in doing so she managed to run a finger along my slit and flick my clit causing me to moan. The lady serving us looked me up and down with an expression of disgust on her face that made me smile. After Isla had paid the lady she put the change back in the pocket on the sash but didn’t touch my slit of clit. Then we went to sit at a table and eat the salads. Again it felt strange sitting there totally naked with all those clothed people around us. Isla and I talked about our day so far and she confirmed what I had thought, that she was enjoying herself just as much as I was. Whilst we were sat there there was quite a few people walking around and as I watched some of the men I realised that they were taking the long route and deliberately walking passed our table and looking at our tits. When I mentioned it to Isla she said that she’d never seen my nipples so big for so long. Lunch over Isla putt he karabina back on my wrist cuffs and led me out into the passing crowds. I guess that by then I was getting used to being naked in amongst clothed total strangers but it was still very arousing. We came across a raised area where a naked girl was dancing on her own so we joined the little audience to watch for a minute or so. Just as we were about to leave and continue our walk a man came onto the stage and thanked the girl. Then he announced, “Thank you ladies and gentlemen, I’m sure that Candy enjoyed performing for you. Now, someone has told me that there is a slave girl somewhere around here who needs to have a gynaecological examination performed by many men. Can anyone here see a slave girl?” As soon as I heard the words ‘slave girl’ I guessed that he was refering to me as I was the only naked girl with her hands cuffed behing her back that I had seen all day. My heart started pounding and my nipples and clit throbbed even before he mentioned a gynaecological examination. “Oh my gawd,” Isla said, “that’s you, come on, lets get out of here.” I felt a tug on the leash but I didn’t move. “Come on Sandra, you can’t stay for that, it’s going way too far.” I knew that Isla was right, for her, but for me it sounded just what I wanted. “No Isla,” I replied, “I’m staying, please take me up onto that stage.” “Are you sure Sandra, it’s one thing working out in those leotards and skinny dipping but who knows what those men will do to you.” “What’s the worst that they can do Isla, fuck me?” “I guess so.” “Come on, or does the dog have to lead her Mistress?! Isla started walking to the stage and the little audience parted to give us the space. “Oh look, our little naked slave is with her naked Mistress.” The man said as we climbed up onto the stage. “I think that we can forgive the advertising across their chests folks, you can’t blame a guy for free advertising. So what is you name?” the guy asked Isla. “I’m Kat and my slave is called Suzie.” Isla replied. “So Kat, was the little birdie right, do you want your slave gynaecological examined?” “Only if it’s by at least a dozen men.” Isla replied. “Well I’m sure that that won’t be a problem, what sane man wouldn’t want to get his hands on and in a body like hers?” “Quite,” Isla replied, “and she does have a really cute pair of tits doesn’t she?” “She sure does, I haven’t seen a pair so perky for a long time. I bet that it’s difficult to stop those from drilling through all her clothes.” “Who says that I let her wear clothes?” Isla replied and got a little laugh from some of the audience whose numbers were increasing. “Okay, I can see why you keep her naked, she’s a lucky slave. Now, when the little birdie told me what you wanted for your slave I went round all the vendors here and managed to borrow an examination table. It’s not quite the standard variety that you’d find in your GP’s surgery, more what you’d fing in your local dungeon, but maybe that’s what she’s used to.” The guy then turned to face the side of the stage where I saw 2 hunky men with some sort of an examination table. He nodded to them and they wheeled the table over. Oh my gawd, it was nothing like the table that I’d seen at my GP’s surgery. Okay the victim still had to lay on her back but the table was in the shape on an inverted ‘Y’ with straps hanging down the sides. “Can you un-cuff Suzie please Kat?” The man asked. Isla did and I was then instructed to climb onto the table where the 2 cute guys proceded to strap me on. My wrists were attached to something above my head which was on some sort of pillow, there were straps above and below my tits, over my waist and over each thigh. The legs of the ‘Y’ were raised quite high and my ankle cuffs were attached to the bottom ends of the ‘Y’. I was well and truly restrained with my little tits pointing to the roof and my pussy spread wide open. What’s more, my pussy was leaking something rotten because I was feeling soo horny. “Well Kat, now that your slave is well and truly imobalised would you like to be the first to examine her?” “That’s okay, I’m quite familiar with every square millemetre of her body, you can be her first for today.” The man, who I never did find out his name, put a hand on one of my tits and squeezed it a bit. “Wow, your GP will struggle to find any lumps in those, they’re one big solid lump, have you had steel cone shaped implants put in those?” The man asked. “No, those are 100% natural.” Isla replied. The man’s hands moved to my nipples and it felt soo good. “Like that do you slave?” The man asked as I started moaning. Then he lifted his head, looked at the audience and continued, “You’re going to like these, our slave is very sensitive.” His hands slid down my torso to my clit. “Wow folks, when did you last see one this big?” His finger touched the end of my clit and I moaned even louder. Then he stoped and moved his hands away from me. He turnrd to the 2 hunks and said, “Okay guys, take the slave for a ride. Feet first, the first thing that people should see is her cunt, not the top of her head.” The 2 hunks easily lifted the examination table with me strapped onto it, down off the stage and I started my journey of goodness knows what, but whatever it was going to be I just knew that I was going to enjoy it. The 2 hunks obviously weren’t in a rush to parade me around the hall because it wasn’t long before they stopped near a group of men and one of them asked the hunks if they could touch me, and they did. Because my head was raised up a bit I could see everyone who was groping me, and what they were doing to me. It was sooo cool, all those fingers all over me and inside me. Then I heard and saw a man asking one of the hunks if he could fuck me. “Only if you wear a condom, her Mistress would get a bit pissed if you made her pregnant.” The hunk replied. I thought about telling them that I wouldn’t get pregnant but quickly decided against it, I didn’t want to discover if they had something nasty in a week or so. The man who asked obvioulsy wasn’t shy because he dropped his trousers and I watched him roll a condom over his cock right there in the walkway with lots of strangers watching. His cock looked quite average, and even though my pussy was leaking like a sieve, I gasped as he entered me. Because I was so highly aroused by the whole situation, it wasn’t long before I was cumming. My body couldn’t shake or jerk like it normally does when I have an orgasm but my mouth wasn’t covered and I involuntarily let everyone around me know that I was cumming. The man inside me didn’t last long either. I could feel him shooting his load and hear him grunting. I was finally getting my wish to be fucked in public. That man certainly wasn’t the first to grope and fuck me as the hunks wheeled me along the main corridors of the erotic equipment convention. I have no idea how many men, and girls, played with my tits and clit, finger fucked me and actually fucked me. I lost count when it got into double fingers annd it was the same with the orgasms. I couldn’t believe myself when we got near to the stage and I was hoping for it to be over, I needed a bit of a rest, but it certainly wasn’t over. After we got to the stage the 2 hunks lifted the examination table back onto the stage and then proceded to fuck me from both ends. When I realised what they were going to do I looked out at the audience and my arousal level shot up. This was going to be even better than being fucked along the corridors. And it was. I orgasmed 4 times and when it was all over and the hunks unstrapped me from the table, it took me a couple of minutes before I could get off and stand on my feet. When I looked around I saw Isla standing there with a big grin on her face. I smiled back and said, “Come on Mistress, your turn.” “What! No, no, I couldn’t do that. I sort of want to but no, I’d die.” “No you wouldn’t, but it’s your choice, no one is going to force you to do anything. Are you going to cuff me and lead me back to Steve?” “Now that I can do, come on slave, turn around.” “Take it slow Mistress, my legs haven’t completely recovered yet.” Kat did and I reveled in the attention that we attracted as we walked through the crowds which seemed greater than they had been earlier. Back at Steve’s stall he greeted us with a big grin and the question, “Are you okay?” “Did you see Sandra?” Isla asked. “I did, she certainly looked like she was enjoying herself.” “I was, it was awesome.” I replied. “Good,” Steve replied, “you now have the choice of prison or a spanking. Which do you want first?” “What!?” I said, “You’re going to spank us?” “No I am not, I have a nice little machine that will do it for me.” “Interesting.” I replied.“ “Tell you what girls, one of you can go to prison whilst the other gets spanked.” “Okay, I guess,” I replied. “so which of us is going to which first?” “Toss a coin fot it.” Steve replied. “Oh wait, no purses.” “Actually,” I interrupted, “I do have some coins, change from our lunch.” I dove into the pocket on the sash, pulled out the coins and handed them to Steve. “Thanks.” Steve said and put all but 1 coin into his pocket, tossed the remaining coin and covered it with his other hands. “Who’s calling?” Steve asked. “You can Isla.” I replied. She did and she got it right. “Can I get spanked first?” Isla asked. “Okay girls, help me drag the parts of the machine over to the front so that everyone walking by can see it in action.” “So that’s what this is?” I said as we dragged the 2 parts across the area. Once we’d got it where Steve wanted it he said, “This will take a few minutes to get setup right, if I get it wrong Isla’s backside will hurt so much that she’ll have to lay across the back seat on the journey home so I’ll get you locked up first Sandra, that will only take a minute.” We went over to these 2 metal poles that are attached to metal plates and have a metal dildo on top of them, the tip of the dildo being about at pussy height. Both poles were also at the front, just a metre from the passing people. “Which one do you want Sandra?” I compared the 2 and then said, “The one with the wooden blocks on the metal plate please.” “Brave girl.” Steve replied, “do you know what you are letting yourself in for?” “Not a clue.” I replied. “Okay, stand with your feet either side of the pole on the balls of your feet with your heels on the wooden blocks.” As I got into the position I fely the wooden blocks go down and the tip of the metal dildo just touch my pussy. “Good Sandra, now go up onto the balls of your feet then I’ll adjust the height of the dildo so that it’s inside you.” Steve did, his face right in front of my pussy. There was no resistance as the dildo slid up into my hole and I felt the tip touch my cervix then go back down just a little. “Good Sandra. I’m going to switch it on now. If your legs get tired and you start to transfer your weight onto you heels the wooden block will go down a bit and the metal plate under it will go down and make conact with another one. That will send some electricity to the metal dildo.” “You’re going to electrocute Sandra?” Isla asked. “Don’t worry Isla, it won’t kill her, just give her a jolt.” “Inside her pussy?” “Yes.” “Sandra, make sure that you stay on the balls of you feet.” Isla said. “I intend to.” I replied, “but I necer had ballet lessons as a kid and I don’t wear heels often so I might not last long, bye Isla, it was nice knowing you.” “Before I switch it on try and get off the dildo.” Steve said, ignoring what I hoped was a joke. I thought for a second then tried to lean forward in an attempt to pull myself up and off. As I expected, there was no way that I could free myself. The pain as I leant forward was too much to bear as soon as I leant forwards even just a bit. I was stuck and I just hoped that I could stay on the balls of my feet until Steve decided to release me or switch the power off. I watched Steve pick up the power control and twist a knob. “I’ve set it on low power Sandra, just try going down onto you heels so that you can get an idea of what it will be like if you weaken.” I gingerly slowly lowered my heels with my heart pounded in anticipation of getting the shock that I expected to be nothing like I had ever had before. It still caught me by surprise and I screamed when it his me. Insinctively my heels lifted up and the power was cut. “Fucking hell!” I said, “that was, that was nothing like I expected, not that I knew what to expect.” “You can get vibrators that give you random shocks like that.” Steve said. “Oh yes,” I replied, “you’ll have to tell me what they are called.” “So you liked it then?” Isla asked. “I wouldn’t go that far,” I replied, “but it did turn me on a bit.” “Bloody hell Sandra, I doubt that it would do that to me, more like make me piss myself.” Isla said. “Okay girls, you can talk about it later, Sandra I’m turning the power up and leaving you to it, Isla, come on, it’s time to strap you down ready to be spanked.” I watched with interest as Steve and Isla went to the spanking machine. First Steve got Isla to bend over this sort of wooden frame. Her legs were spread quite wide as he strapped her ankles to the frame. From where Steve had setup the frame everyone walking by would be able to see Isla’s spread pussy. Then he moved to her arms and strapped her wrists to the frame, she was going nowhere. Next Steve moved the metal stand with the machine on it to where he thought it should be. The spanking arm had this viscious looking cane attached to it and I thought that it could do a lot of damage to Isla’s butt. Steve moved the arm so that the cane was just touching her butt. Next Steve surprised me a bit by detaching the cane and getting a number of ‘weapons’ out of a box. He studied each one then decided to go with a long, leather paddle which he attached to the machine’s arm. Meanwhile, my legs were starting to ache a little. I kept watching Steve and Isla’s butt as he made a final adjustment then switched the machine on. The arm slowly moved back then, like a huge spring being compressed, then the arm sprang forwards, the paddle hit Isla’s butt and she screamed. Needless to say that the loud scream attracted the attention of the people passing by who had not seen her and around 30 pairs of eyes were now focusd on Isla’s butt as the arm of the machine slowly moved away revealing a red strip across both of Isla’s butt cheeks. My pussy leaked a but more at the thought of it being my butt that had just been whacked. I concentrated my eyes on Isla’s butt, or more specifically her wet pussy that everyone could see and I saw a couple of little bubbles of her juices coming out of her vagina. The arm on the machine went as far back as it could then the spring was relased again. I swear that I could hear a short ‘whoosh’ as the arm of the machine flew forward followed by a loud crack as the paddle landed on Isla’s butt, then a scream as Isla felt the pain. As the arm slowly moved back I heard a couple of comments from the audience, both of them liking what they were watching. Three more times that arm was released and 3 more times Isla screamed before Steve switched off the machine and went and stood near Isla’s head. He stood so close to her that I thought that he was going to get his cock out and stuff it into her mouth, but he didn’t. I could see that he was talking but I couldn’t hear what he was saying. As Steve went back to the machine my aching legs really made their presence known. I didn’t know how much longer I could stay up on the balls of my feet. Five more times I saw that paddle land of Isla’s butt and I heard her scream. I wondered how much more she could take although her butt looked very red I couldn’t see any real damage to her skin. Steve went and had another word with Isla and as he did I unexpectedly felt an electric shock inside my pussy. I too screamed and my body lifted up as I went back onto the balls of my feet. I hadn’t realised that my legs were slowly weakening as much as they obviously were and that my heels were going down. The audience’s attention turned to me when I’d screamed and I felt a little rush of pussy juices and I wondered if they were starting to run down the part of the dildo that wasn’t inside me, and the metal pole. I had the horrible thought that if they reached the bottom of the pole something would short circuit and I would get a constant electric shock. I took a deep breath and pressed down on my toes. Five more times that paddle swung and landed on Isla’s butt and 5 more times she screamed, although the screams weren’t as loud as the original ones. As the fifteenth swat landed on Isla’s butt my leg muscles gave way again and I too screamed but this time I wasn’t so quick at going back up onto my toes and the electric shock lasted longer. What’s more I realised that it wasn’t that bad after the initial shock and it seemed to stimulate my arousal. But I still went back onto my toes. Steve stopped the spanking machine and again went round to Isla’s head. After a short conversation Steve went and started the machine again. After the third (eighteenth) swat Isla didn’t scream, in fact I could see that her body was shaking. I’d just made that realisation when my leg muscles had finally turned to jelly and my weight went onto my heels. This time it wasn’t a scream that came out of my mouth it was a long groan as I resigned myself to a constant electric shock inside my pussy until someone switched the power off. I hadn’t realised before, but I could feel that my vaginal muscles had clamped onto the dildo and I was pleased that it was a smooth dildo, if it had had ridges on it I feared that it would never come out of me. I too started shaking, but it was more like muscle spasms. On and on went the spasms, and the groans. At the time my brain wasn’thinking properly but deep inside it was obviously getting more and more aroused because I remember thinking that I was orgasming. I vagually remember thinking that I was going to die and that it was a wonderful way to go as the feelings went on and on. How I managed to stay on my feet and upright I will never know, but what I do know was that if I did fall forwards I would have done myself sone very serious internal damage. Finally, I realised that the electric shocking had stopped but my body kept spasming and orgasming for quite a few seconds before they too started to slow and stop. When I managed to lift my head I saw Steve standing in front of me with a big grin on his face. “Are you okay Sandra?” Steve asked. After the third time of asking I magaed to reply, “I’ve, I’ve never cum for so long. It felt like that one lasted for hours.” I replied. Steve squat down in front of me and lowered the dildo so that it was no longer inside me and as I felt that it was gone my body relaxed and Steve managed to catch me as my legs gave way and I collapsed forwards. Steve easily carried me over to one of the sponge mats and lay me down. I smiled as I realised that once I was on my back he’d lifted my legs and spread them wide. As I lay there I could almost feel the electric shock still torturing my insides. After a while I saw Isla looking down on me. “Are you okay Sandra?” Isla asked. “Give me 5.” I replied, “how are you?” “My butt hurts but I’m good.” Isla turned to let me look at her red butt and said, “I won’t sit next to you if you don’t mind.” I laughed a little and lifted my arm for her to pull me up. When I was on my feet I saw Steve talking to potential customers so I turned to Isla and said, “Thanks, you’ve got to try that, it really is torture but when it hits you, wow, that really was a new experience.” “A good experience?” Isla asked. “Yes, and no. I was hell at first but ……” I didn’t finish the sentence, instead I took Isla’s hand and led her over to the same ‘prison’. I put her in the same position that I had been in then raised the dildo until it was inside her hole. “Up on the balls of your feet.” I said, then I raised the dildo a little before tightening the bolt to fix the dildo at that height. “Ready?” I asked. “No.” Isla replied but I ignored her and went to the control box. I looked at Isla’s face and saw that ‘shit scared’ expression but I just knew that she wanted to try it. “Go down onto you heels Isla.” I said. “No.” “Isla.” “No, I’m scared.” “Isla.” “No.” I went behind Isla, squat down and pressed on one of the wooden blocks. Isla screamed and I lifted my finger off the block and went round to her front. “Still alive I see.” I said. “Bitch.” Isla replied. “I’m going to get something to give those cute little tits of yours a shock like that.” “Promises, promises.” I replied. Just then Steve came over as said, “Having fun girls?” “Yes, ……. no,” Isla replied, this is horrible, Sandra tried to kill me.” “No she didn’t,” Steve replied, “that thing won’t kill you, just keep you on your toes.” “Very punny.” Isla replied. “Come on Sandra,” Steve said as he took my hand and led me towards the spanking machine, “time for you to be spanked.” “HEY,” Isla shouted, “you can’t leave me here like this.” Steve and I both ignored her, Steve saying that Isla would be fine. I turned my head to look at the little audience as Steve strapped me in place and I saw about 20 people looking at me. I felt happy. The anticipation that I felt whilst Steve made adjustments to the machine really was making my pussy leak and I wondered if my audience could see my juices escaping. I heard a short ‘whoosh’ and then I screamed although it was just as much from surprise as it was from the pain. Yes it had hurt but not as bad as I was expecting. For a split second I wondered it Steve had set the machine so that it didn’t hurt me as much as it had Isla. That thought went completely out of my head when the second swat landed. I didn’t scream but the long grunt that came out of my mouth told everyone that could hear that it had hurt me. As the whacks continued I wondered if the electric shocks that I had had inside me had de-sensitized the pain sensors in my butt. Steve didn’t come and check that I was okay and my count of whacks went into double figures. It was round about the fifteenth swat that I felt that wonderful feeling of arousal and the knowledge that an orgasm would hit me if things went on as they were, and around the twentieth whack it arrived and hit me like, like, like something that I couldn’t describe. My body started shaking and if the straps would have let me my audience would have seen my body jerking although I couldn’t stop myself from annoucing that I was cumming. The spanking machine kept going and I wondered if Steve was waiting to see if I’d cum again but then it stopped and Steve came over to me and started unfastening the straps whilst apologising for not switching it off sooner, something about talking to a customer. When I was free and properly on my feet I turned to look at Isla and saw her, still locked on her prison, her whole body was shaking and her eyes looked very blank. “Steve,” I said, “Isla.” Steve turned, swore and rushed over to turn the power off to Isla’s prison. “Jeez girl.” I said as I knelt in front of Isla to lower the dildo, “there’s rivers running down the insides of your legs.” Steve and I caught Isla and took her to the mats where we lay her down, me moving her feet well apart so that all of her pussy was on display. I looked down at Isla and saw that she was breathing heavily but she still had that blank expression on her face so I slapped her face. Her eyes started blinking then she said, “What was that for?” I laughed then bent over and kissed her on her mouth lips. “So do you want to buy one of those prisons Isla?” I asked, “They can’t be that expensive.” “Only to stick up a guy’s arse to keep him hard longer.” Isla replied. Steve laughed and went over to someone who looked like he wanted to talk to him. I sat on the mat, wincing as my painful butt made contact with the mat, next to Isla and asked, “So did you enjoy that?” “Ask me again tomorrow, my insides are still recovering.” A short while later Steve came over to us and we got to our feet. “How’s it going girls?” Steve asked, but before we could answer he continued, “Why don’t you go for a wander, have a proper look at everything.” I still had the ankle and wrist cuffs and the collar on, but my wrists were not fastened together, nor did I have the leash on, but we both still had our sashes and our heels on as we left Steve and slowly walked in amongst all the clothed people. I again found being naked in amongst clothes stangers very arousing. I hope that I never get used to it and get immune to that feeling. We saw quite a few ‘sights’ as we walked, quite a few topless and a few naked girls. I wondered if they were as aroused as I was. We also saw a couple of guys wearing bondage gear. Neither were hunky men and I thought that they looked silly. Steve was right when on the journey there we’d see things that we’d never even imagined. We had to stop at one stall and ask the man there what a couple of things that he had on display were. When he told us he asked us if we’d like to try them but we both declined. One was a pump that goes over your tits and using suction makes them a lot bigger. I told the man that I was quite happy with my tits as they were. We also saw little shows being put on in different trader’s areas. One girl was actually getting fucked as she bent over a table. When we got to the stage where I’d been fucked we stood and watched a sort of erotic dancing show with 2 totally naked girls who did get fucked whilst we watched. I didn’t think that it was very erotic but Isla said that I would have thought different;y if I’d been one of the girls. She was probably right. Whilst we were stood there watching a couple of guys just had to make some complimentary comments about our naked bodies. All 4 of our nipples had been rock hard all day amd I was proud of mine and the tits that they were on the front of. The other thing of mine that had been rock hard all day was my clit and at one point I wondered why the female body hadn’t been designed with our pussies more visible all the time. When that show finished Isla and I continued our walk and I noticed that there weren’t as many people walking about. When I mentioned it to Isla she wondered what time the convention closed. When we got back to Steve we saw that he was starting to pack things into boxes. “When’s the next one of these erotic equipment conventions?” Isla asked Steve as soon as we got there. “Enjoyed yourselves have you girls?” “Is the Pope a catholic?” Isla replied. Steve and I both laughed then Steve said, “I’ll let you know.” We helped Steve box everything as the visitor numbers diminished until I saw only people carrying boxes. “Steve,” Isla asked, “there’s one hell of a lot more boxes to go to the van than we brought in, do we have to carry ALL this lot out to the van?” “We have to get it out to the van but we don’t have carry it all, there’s a trolley in the back of the van that will help us.” “Shall I go and get it?” I asked. “Okay, thanks Sandra.” Steve gave me the van keys and off I went. It was only when I got to the exit that I remembered that I was naked, “Sod it,” I thought and kept walking. As soon as I went out of the door I realised that I wasn’t as much on display as I had hoped, it was well after sundown but there were some street lights. A few people looked at me, which was nice but the main thing was that it was cold outside. My nipples and clit had been hard all day but the reason for that was now the cold. I walked quickly and quickly got the trolley out of the van. On the way back in I got stopped by a security guard wanting to know where I was going. After I explained he let me continue and I decided that he only wanted to spend a few more seconds looking at my body close up. We had to make 2 trips out to the van and by the time everything was in the van I was feeling quite cold. “I hate to say this Steve, but where are our clothes, I’m freezing and I need to put my dress on.” “Me too.” Isla added. “Where did you put them girls?” Steve asked. “We gave them to you this morning when we took them off Steve.” Isla replied. “Ahh, in that case they will be one of the boxes in the back of the van.” “Well I’m too cold to get them now,” I said, “can we ride home like this and get them when we get there and the van’s heater has warmed us up?” “You want us to ride home like this?” Isla asked. “Yes, why not, unless you object Steve?” I asked. “Not at all girls, it’s dark so there’s litle chance of anyone seeing you or the cops stopping us.” Steve replied. “But we’re high up in a van!” Isla said. “Shut up and get in girl, I’m freezing.” I said. We did, and Isla and I stayed naked throughout the journey. It was mostly on open roads and it was only when we got into the city centre and had to stop at traffic lights that I saw that a couple of young men had seen us but by then I had warmed up and I turned to look out of the van door window so that the young men could get a better look at my tits. Steve had been talking to Lisa on the phone during the journey and she’d invites Isla and me to their house for a meal. “Saves me cooking something, thank you Lisa.” I said with her on speaker. Steve and Lisa live in a big house on the outskirts of the city and there was plenty of space in their driveway for his car, Lisa’s car and the van. “This is nice.” I said as I opened the van door to get out causing my nipples to go rock hard instantly. Lisa must have heard or seen the van arriving because she was coming out to greet us. “Where are your clothes girls?” Lisa asked. “In the back of the van somewhere.” I replied. “Never mind those for now, come on in where it’s warm.” Lisa said. I could see Isla start to say something but she stopped herself and we followed her into the house only to be greeted by a couple in their late twenties who were both grinning. Lisa introduced them as Martin and Charlotte, their neighbours. “Don’t worry about being naked girls,” Charlotte said, “we’ve been naked here quite a few times, Steve and Lisa hold some very interesting parties at times.” “Sounds like fun.” I replied. I looked at Isla and saw that she looked like me, quite relaxed about being naked, after all we’d been naked all day and there had been hundreds, if not thousands of strangers looking at us. When I’d first walked in and seen Martin and Charlotte I’d felt a little uncomfortable, not because I was naked, but because I would no doubt have to talk to them, not something I like to do but both Martin and Charlotte, and Lisa and Steve are all very easy to talk to and I was quickly feeling comfortable as we talked and drank as we all helped Lisa finish getting the meal ready then sat around a big table eating, One subject of conversation whilst we help Lisa was Isla’s and my still red butts and both Lisa and Charlotte told us that they too had red butts at times, it appeared that spanking girls butts was more popular that I had thought. Isla and I told them about our gym and swimming sessions, and our trip to the funfair whilst the others recounted some of their adventures. The ones where Lisa and Charlotte were naked on holiday really got me thinking and the idea of spending the next summer somewhere like Ibiza started to develop in my mind. Isla and I volunteerrd to do the washing-up and Lisa let us get started but soon after all the dishes were in the kitchen both Lisa and Charlotte re-appeared, both as naled as Isla and I were. “We don’t see why we can’t have as much fun as you two.” Lisa said to Isla and myself. By that time Steve and Martin were opening more wine bottles, and getting aroused by the 3 naked girls around them. You can probably guess what happened next, and you’d be right and it was the early hours of the next morning when any of us got to sleep. The only combination of couples having some sort of sex that I didn’t see, or take part in, was Steve and Martin which, upon reflection, pleased me. For some unknown reason the thought of 2 men having sex doen’t appeal to me at all and I can’t understand why they would want to, especially when there were 4 naked girls there, all wanting both cocks inside them. It was around 7:00 a.m. when I woke up, on a bed sandwiched between Steve and Lisa, with Steve’s cock slowly sliding in and out of my pussy. It was just after 8:00 a.m. when Steve went and got Isla’s and my clothes out of the van and put them on a radiator to warm up. Ten minutes later Isla and I were in Lisa’s car heading into town where she dropped us off outside our accommodation buildings. Well, that’s what happened during my first new weeks at university and I am really happy to say that I loved every minute of it. Up to the Christmas break I did lots more of the same and really did make up for the lack of sex before going to uni, and I did learn that interacting with other people isn’t as bad as had been before going to uni. I did go on one escort job that Master Thomas fixed up for me and I did get a really nice dress out of it, oh, and a couple of thousand pounds, but afterwards I told Master Thomas that I’d like to stick to the spanking and the anonymous, out-cold fuckings in hotel rooms for a while and to ask me again in the new year. Oh, one more thing, the number of girls going to the gym and then the swimming pool doubled before Christmas. It was a different, and quite richer, Sandra who went home to my parents hpuse for a few days at Christmas.

Surprise Vacation by N1ckDan9er Surprise Vacation Ch. 05 Wife likes being naughty in front of a camera with a friend. I woke to the sounds of the gentle waves crashing on the beach, some children playing in the distance, and a few birds chirping nearby in the trees. Slowly I open my eyes to the sight of Tim sitting naked in the lounge chair on the deck. I slowly got up, look for a towel to cover myself. Not seeing one, I decided not to worry about it and walked out to sit next to my husband. "Are you going to make it a habit to run around naked all the time?" I asked. "Most likely, I see you enjoying the feeling too, honey." "Yes, I love the feeling of freedom. So what's on today's agenda?" "Well, Isabel told me about this secluded beach not too far away. Only a few of the locals go to, and the tourists don't know about it. I thought we could enjoy a day by ourselves." "That sounds great; which bathing suit would you like me to wear?" "Well, since I've only packed you three, and you've already worn two. I think we just won't worry about bathing suits today and save the last one for tomorrow. "You sure can be predictable at times. Ok, I guess I'll just grab a blouse and a skirt." We grabbed some towels, masks and snorkels, and cameras. Then, we headed off for the beach, stopping at a local shop for some water and breakfast. "How far is the beach?" "Isabel told me it was 5 to 6 miles away." "That's too far for me to walk in these sandals." "I know, that's why she said you have to take the local bus and get off at the fourth stop. It's supposed to have a big rock." We walked to the bus stop, got on the bus. There were lots of the locals, their children, and a few chickens. The bus was hot, and it stunk of animals. Luckily it was only a short ride. The bus stopped at what we hoped was our stop. Tim, pointing, "I think that is the big rock Isabel mentioned." We were the only ones to get off. "I hope your right. There is nothing else around here." I said as the bus sped off. " Where do we go now?" "Isabel said that we need to walk back the way we came about a hundred feet or so. There should be a little path off to the side marked by a piece of fabric." We walked back towards the town and came across a yellow G-string hanging off a branch. Behind it was a small path leading towards the beach. "That's an interesting way to identify the path." "I know, but when in Rome, do as the Romans do." The path was narrow, with thick brush on both sides. There was just enough room to get thru. The path opened up to a beautiful secluded cove with emerald green water glistening in the sunlight and soft sand. The rock formations made it impossible for the average beachgoer to walk around them on both ends. "Tim, this is so beautiful. No one else is here. I hope we can have this to ourselves." "It sure is." Tim turned to the left, walking down towards the rocks. Before we got to them, he stopped. "Here, we are far enough away from the path, so if anyone else comes, we won't be the first thing they see." We spread out the towels, Tim strip down naked, I followed and took off all my clothes. "The water is so beautiful. I'm going swimming," I said. "I'm going to join you," he said. We ran into the water like children, playing and splashing each other. The water was cool and refreshing. We swam around for a little while. "I'm going to go get my mask and snorkel. Do you want yours?" Tim asked. "Sure, that sounds like a great idea." "I'm also going to get my underwater camera so that I can take pictures of the fish and coral." "Ok." He went back to the towels for the stuff, returned handing me my mask. We put them on and started snorkeling around the rocks, looking at all the beautiful tropical fish and the brilliant colored corals. Tim would dive down with his camera, take pictures, then come back to the surface. "I'm getting some good pictures of the fish," he said. Every so often, he would take a picture of me when he thought I wasn't looking. In the past, I have allowed him to take nude photos of myself, but sometimes he wanted me to pose in positions that exposed more than I wanted to. But today, I was feeling frisky and figured I would let him have his fun. So when he thought I wasn't looking, I spread my legs to expose my labia for his picture. A couple of times, I spread my lips too. We had been swimming for a while, and I was becoming waterlogged. "I'm going back to dry off and soak up some sun." "I'll be up there in a few seconds." He said Getting out of the water, I noticed that there was still nobody else on the beach. I sat on the towel and thought to myself, what a beautiful, picture Est spot we had found. Finally, Tim came out of the water and sat next to me. He was looking at the pictures he had taken of the sea life. "Can I see them?" "Sure." He leaned over to show me the screen. There were some fish, a tiny horseshoe crab, and a little seahorse. The following picture was of me. It was taken from below. The light shimmered through the water and fell on my body. My hair was flowing freely. It looked so natural. "This picture is so beautiful; we should take more like that. I like the way they make me look." But not right now, in a little while after I get some sun." I'd be more than willing to do that for you, honey." He said with a smile on his face. We laid on the towels soaking up the warm tropical sun, listening to the gentle waves lapping on the beach. It was almost hypnotic, creating a trance. I think I might have even dozed off for a few minutes. "I'm getting hot. I'm going back to do some more snorkeling with the camera." Tim said. "I'm hot too. This would be a good time for you to take some pictures." We grabbed the masks and waited back in the water. Snorkeling, Tim took some pictures of me on the surface and from underneath. I would take short dives where he could take photos from all angles. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that there was another person snorkeling. As they got closer, I could make out it was a female, also nude, a bit familiar. She swam towards us, finally getting close enough that I recognized her. It was Isabel. Poking my head out of the water, I looked over to her; she pulled the snorkel out of her mouth, "Hello, I thought I recognized you from last night. Do you mind if I join you?" "No, not at all," Tim said. "Kim and I are just taking some pictures." "Would you mind taking some of me? I don't have any of me in the water." "Sure, not a problem." Tim would switch between taking some pictures of me then some of Isabel "My skin is getting wrinkly. I'm getting out of the water." "Ok, I'm getting out too," Tim said. "I'm getting out too," said Isabel. We got out of the water, walk to the towels, and dried off. After sitting down, Tim started looking through the pictures. "Let me see," I asked as I moved closer. "Can I see too?" Isabel asked. We started scrolling through the photos "That's a good one, Tim." It was a picture of myself, taken from underneath. I was floating, arms and legs stretched out in a relaxed open position. The sunlight was shining directly between my legs, illuminating my labia. The next one was a close-up. I was floating on my back. The lower part of my face and breasts were the only things above the water. With the sun behind me, the light reflected across my wet skin, highlighting my erect nipples. Next was one of Isabel. Tim had caught her as she was swimming. Her body turned to the camera, her left arm stretched forward, her right arm against her side. Her left leg was in a downward motion while her right was upwards. This position exposed both her breasts and labia to the camera. There were some more photographs equally as good. "These are perfect," Isabel said. "They sure are. Why don't you use the other camera and take some more pictures of us on the beach?" I asked. "How about it, Isabel? Are you up for that?" "Sure, are you Ok with it, Tim?" "If you want me to take more pictures, you both have to listen to me and do as I say, no discussions. Ok?" We both agreed. Tim picked up the DSL camera. "Ok, let me think a second," looking around. "I think we will start over there," Tim said, singling to the closest rocks. "That would be a perfect place. The lighting is just right." We gathered a few things and went over to the rocks He instructed me to lay back on a large rock with my legs close together for the first photos, arms stretched out, and head pointing upwards. "Perfect." Click, click, click, went the camera. "Now, I want you to spread your legs a little bit." I opened my legs, so my knees were about 5 inches apart. "That's perfect." He knelt at my feet with the camera pointing upward. In this position, my stomach was flat, and my tits pointed up. "Hold that position." I began to feel a stirring sensation forming between my legs. He moved around to my side, taking pictures as he moved. Next, he had me leaning face down on the rock, arms stretch out, legs wide. I felt a breeze gently crossing over my labia. I saw Isabel behind Tim. I was sure that they were looking straight between my legs at my pussy. The thought of them looking at my swollen pussy on display, lips slightly parted, ass cheeks spread wide, was getting me so horny. I thought to myself, what would make this better? I relaxed my keto muscles, and my labia lips opened to allow them a view inside my pussy. I felt a few drops leaking out and running down my legs. "Great. Hold that." Tim clicked off a few more pictures. "Ok, Isabel, I want you to lay next to Kim in the same pose, but turn your head toward Kim. She did as Tim told her. Looking at her, I could see what I must look like. Her tits and pussy were pressed against the rock, and tits squeezed out the sides. I wondered if she felt the heat of the sunbaked rock on her swollen pussy as I did. If a few droplets were seeping from her slit. If they were running down her inner thigh like mine was. I looked into her eyes and saw the answer. She had a far-off look, and her eyes were glazed. Tim called out, "Next position." I came back to reality. "I want both of you to sit cross-legged facing each other on that big rock." We did as he asked. Sitting there, I looked at Isabel's pussy splade open, and her juices were glistening from the sun shining on her. I looked up to her face only to see she was looking down between my legs as I was hers. Looking down, I saw my pussy splade out, juices running between my legs. "Next, I want you to move your hands down, putting them on your thighs, lay them flat, fingers outstretched. Perfect." I was so aroused; all I wanted to do was to rub my pussy, but I refrained, thinking it would be too bold in front of Isabel. "Perfect," Tim said. I was so in my own world thinking about being naked on a secluded beach, exposed to anyone that came by, with a naked dark-skinned woman next to me. Maybe having sex with her. I didn't hear the sounds of the camera until Tim told us to stretch out our legs wide apart and lean back, using our arms to prop ourselves up, and to lean our heads back to look up to the sky. "I want you both to get in the water waist-deep, facing each other. " I hope the coolest of the water would help subside my urges, but it didn't. The lust deep inside me could not be turned off by the water. "Put your arms around each other and pull each other in tight." We got into position, "no, no, no. You have to get tighter. He came up and pushed us so that our nipples and breasts were squeezed tight. "Now look deeply into each other's eyes." I was so horny, I would have fucked Isabel right there, but I resisted the lust I was feeling. "Come on, Kim, I want you to look into Isabel's eyes like a lover. Do you understand?" I nodded and did as he wanted. He took a few more pictures. Looking into Isabel's eyes, I saw her lust. Tim turn away to adjust the camera. Then I felt her squeeze my ass. I slipped a hand between her legs and found her swollen pussy waiting for attention. Her legs parted to grant me better access. As my first finger penetrated her outer lips, she let a soft moan escape from her mouth. She reciprocated by pushing a forefinger into my throbbing cunt and her thumb into my rectum. Then she proceeded to rotate them in unison. Not to be outdone, I inserted 2 more fingers deep inside of her. Tim, still adjusting the camera, was oblivious of what we were doing. Close to cumming, I no longer cared about the photos. I wanted to give her a big passionate kiss and fuck her. "Ok, let's take a minute," Tim said. Tim's voice and the coolness of the water brought me back to reality. I withdrew my fingers from Isabel and released my hold on her. My legs felt weak, so I rested for a moment. Feeling more come posed, I slowly walked out of the water. Isabel wasn't moving any faster. As Tim was walking around looking for his next photo spot. "Are you alright, Isabel asked me. "I thought I was about to cum." "Me too. I'm glad he stopped for a rest. Do you think he knew what we were doing?" "I am sure he did and probably took pictures of it." Isabel had a look of shock on her face. "He wouldn't. Would he?" "I would bet on it." "Ok, I found the next spot for the pose," Tim said as he walked over to a fallen dead tree. The tree was crotch-high. Most of the branches were gone, and in their place were small nubs. "I want you both to straddle the tree, Isabel facing towards me, and Kim behind her." I looked over to the tree, and all the bark had fallen off, leaving smooth wood. There were 2 spots where branches had been, but they have fallen off years ago, leaving 2 smooth 1 1/2 inch nubs. Thinking to myself, they look like fat tiny dick's. Hopefully they may help relieve my sexual tension. Isabel was first. She straddled it, sitting between the nubs. I sat behind her. My pussy was pressed against the hard, smooth wood. But I was not close enough to make contact with the nub. "Isabel, I want you to move forward." Tim said. She inched up a little, still not enough for me to reach the nub. "Further," Tim said. She inched further until her pussy was almost against the first nub. "Come on, Kim, tight behind her." I scooted up behind Isabel as tight as I could, trying to get the fat tiny wood dick in my pussy. I was frustrated that I was so close. I wrapped my arms around Isabel as Tim wanted, held her tight, and in one quick movement, I lifted her a little and moved forward, setting her down on the one wooden dick and me on the other. "Oh, Yes." Escaped from my lips I heard Isabel gasp, "Ah." I started a subtle rocking motion that moved both of us over the nubs. Isabel's breathing became quick and short. "Hold on a minute," Tim said as he walked away. I took the opportunity to reach around and spread her pussy lips. The nub entered her and pressed against her clitoris. Another gasp escaped from Isabel. She lowered her hand to hide the nub that was now inside her. I leaned back on the other nub spreading my lips to let it in. I pushed her forward to make sure the nub was pressed hard against her clitoris. I started the rocking motion again. Feeling the hardwood against my clit was fantastic. Isabel's moans there very soft, I could hardly hear them, but I was sure she was enjoying the moment. Tim returned to see Isabel had placed one hand over her pussy. He didn't notice she was also panting from the nub pressing on her clit and me pushing her against it. "That's great, Isabel. Keep your hand there and put your other across your stomach. Now, Kim, I want you to cup Isabel's breasts. Great, now hold that pose." I had her breast in each hand, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. I kept rocking ever so gently back and forth. Tim moved around us, taking more photos. I felt Isabel's breathing becoming even quicker and shorter. As her breathing increased, so did mine. I heard her take three short breaths followed by a long exhale. Then her body became limp. I knew she had just cum. I was close to cumming myself when Tim said, "The last pose, Isabel, I want you to turn and face Kim." Slowly she lifted herself off the wooden dick, swinging her leg over the tree. As she did, I saw the area around her new friend was covered with her cum. Standing next to me. I looked at her face to see an expression of fulfillment, lust, mixed with embarrassment. "Did you cum?" I whispered. She nodded her head yes. "Please don't be embarrassed, enjoy it." I spread my pussy lips so she could see my clit, and how wet the wood was. She smiled. "Now let's have some fun," signaling her to sit back on her wooden lover. She swung her leg over the tree, hesitating in mid-air so Tim could get a clear view of her swollen pussy. "Hold that pose," Tim clicked off a few photos. Then, sitting back on the nub, she made sure to spread her lips wide open to let the tiny wooden dick get as deep as it could go. "Oh, that feels good," she said. I placed a hand on one of her tits and squeezed it. Moving to her nipple, I put it between my forefinger and thumb and rolled back and forth. Isabel reached forward and pressed her thumb against my clitoris, slowly rubbed it in a circular motion. I was on the brink of an orgasm when Tim placed a hand on my ass and started to massage my rectum. With the other hand, he pushed me forward into Isabel's breasts. Causing the wooden dick to go deeper, and pressing it harder against my already aching clit. I could no longer hold back the orgasm I had been waiting for all day. I felt it deep inside me moving to my clit. Just as the orgasms hit me, Tim pushed a finger deep in my ass. Screaming OH, MY," I squirted all over the wooden pleasure knob. I slumped into Isabel's soft, warm breast; my heart was racing, trying to catch my breath. Tim push a second figure deeper into my anus, fucking my ass with his hand; I came again. Finally, he removed his fingers, and I slowly came back to reality. Tim looked over at me, "Wow, that looked intense?" "uh, hah," was all I could get out my mouth. "I got the whole thing on video," he said. It didn't register in my mind what he just said. I was still in euphoria from the orgasm. Slowly I got off my wooden dildo, almost falling to the ground. I went back to the towels flopped down on one. "I need to rest." I rolled over on my back, closed my eyes for a few minutes. Kim, Kim, Kim, sleepily, I opened my eyes, "We need to get going to catch the last bus back to town." "Did I fall asleep? " "Yes." "How long?" "45 minutes." "Where is Isabel?" "She had to get back to go to work." "Oh, I am still a little out of it." "That's ok, but we need to get going." "Ok, ok, I'm moving." I stood up and looked around. There were 3 other couples on the beach. "Are you going to put your clothes on?" "Not till I have to." We gathered our stuff and started to walk along the beach. We walked in front of the first couple. They were about our age, both nude. He was lying on his front, eyes closed. She was in a beach chair, legs propped high, watching us. We were almost to her where she was, when she looked at us, and opened her legs wider. Reaching down she spread her lips so we could see. My eye caught a reflection from under her pussy. I looked again, wondering what it was. She saw me staring, smiling she turned over into a kneeling position. Ass high, I noticed she had a jeweled butt plug deep in her ass. Tim tugged on my arm. "Sexy, isn't it?" "Do you think so?" "Yes." "Would you like me to use one?" "I can't lie; I would love it if you did. But if you are uncomfortable, I wouldn't make you." I didn't say anything, just kept walking. We came up to the second couple; they were maybe late 20's. He was on his back, bathing suit around his feet. She was sitting on with cock, reverse cowgirl. Her top was around her neck, and her bottoms pulled to the side. She was bouncing up and down with reckless abandonment on his rigid shaft. He had both her firm tits in his hands and squeezing them hard. She was screaming something in another language that I didn't understand. We stopped for a minute or two to watch him fucking her, or was it her fucking herself, just using his cock to do it. We continued on; the last couple were in their late 60's. He was sitting in a beach chair, legs wide. She was between his legs, sucking his cock. He was overweight, balding with a big belly. What I could see of her from behind, she was a little overweight big sagging tits, thick and fat labia lips. When we got close, the man waved us over to get a better look. I was intrigued to see two older people having sex, so I walked up to them. The woman seemed to be gagging on his cock. He had both hands around her head, pushing her further down his shaft. Finally, he let her up for air. She let his cock fall free. I gasped. "Oh, My God, that thing is huge." It was 12 inches long and the size of a coke can. I have never seen a cock that big in real life. I thought all the big cocks in the porn pictures were photoshopped. The woman looked over to us, "He may be an old asshole, but he does have a hell of a cock. Do you want to see something really wild?" Without waiting for an answer, she got up, turned around, and sat down on his cock to his balls. "Holy shit," I said. "That right, honey, you want to try?" "That thing would split me open." "It took me 3 years to take the whole thing, but now I can do it without a sweat." Tim nudge me, "We need to get to the bus stop." It was hard to break my stare from the sight of that huge cock spreading her pussy wider than I had ever seen but, I knew we had to get to the last bus. We continued walking to the road. "That guy has the biggest cock I have ever seen." "It sure was. I bet you'd love me to have a cock like that." "Absolutely not. That thing is a monster. It would split me in two. It hurts my pussy looking at it. I'm happy with the one you have." "that's good because I sure can't trade it in on a new one." We came up to the road. "Do you think it's about time to get the clothes on/" "There's nobody on the road, so not just yet." "You like to push it, don't you?" "You know I do." I start walking towards the bus stop, a car to pass by. "I guess I better put them on. I don't think they let me on the bus naked." I wiggled into my shorts, slipped the blouse on. "Is that is that better." "Yes" Just then, the bus drove up. We got back to the resort and were walking through the lobbying. "Tim, Kim." we heard a familiar voice, turned around to see Carrie and Herb walking towards us. "Hello, we haven't seen you for a couple of days; what's up?" "Well, we've been to the waterfall, found a secluded little beach, spent all day nude, did an erotic photo session, and seen the biggest cock ever. So what's up with you too?" "I got a new suite," Carrie said as she spun around, revealing her suit. It was a sheer white one-piece, deep V, exposing most of her breast. Hips cut extremely high, showing off her thighs, ass, and most of her pubic area. However, there was just enough fabric to cover some of her pubic mound. "The whole thing disappears when it's wet," Herb said. "Let's have a drink and catch up," Kerry said as she took my arm and headed for the poolside bar. As we walked to the bar, Kerry leaned over and whispered, "Now tell me about this huge cock." Surprise Vacation Ch. 06 Wife Helps out a friend fullfill her desire. Kerry and I sat down at the table next to the pool. Tim and Herb went in the water. "So tell me about the guy with the big dick?" Kerry asked. Well, the beach we went to there was this older man and woman, he wasn't much to look at, she was OK. But he did have a massive dick." "How big was it?" "It looked to be 10- inches long and 2- inches thick." "Wow, I wish herb had a big dick." "I'm happy with Tim's; it fits me just right. Besides, that's guys cock looked like it would tear me in half." "Oh, you don't know what it's like to have a big dick." "And you do?' "Yes, I do!" I leaned in close so no one could hear, "Have you slept with a guy that had a big dick?" "I don't tell many people this; years ago, Herb's and mine relationship was not good. We both had changed and had issues with each other. I thought about divorce; I loved Herb, but he could irritate me, and I thought it might be better to live alone. During that time, I had the opportunity to attend an out-of-town business conference. I figured it would give us time apart to think about our marriage and if it was worth saving. While I was at the conference, I met a man, late 30's nicely dressed but average in looks and build. Not knowing anyone and being lonely, I started talking to him. We talk for a while, and he took me out for dinner, and we continued our conversation. I'm not sure if it was the wine, but the conversation turned to sex, and that size really does matter. I thought I was perfectly happy with the size of Herb's dick. But he told me I hadn't really been fulfilled till I had been stuffed with a big cock. I argued with him that I didn't need anything that big. He continued telling me that he has changed many women's minds. Finally, he said he could prove it to me; I asked how? He answered, If I had sex with him once, I would never forget it. I'm sure the wine influenced my decision, but I was intrigued, so I ask how big his dick was? He told me it was 10 inches long and about the size of a Coke can. I didn't believe him, so he reached over, taking my hand and placing it on his lap. I felt something big, soft, and long. For a brief second, I thought it was a third leg. "So does that convince you!" he said. Although I still had my doubts, I said, "No! That could have had a rolled-up towel, and you just used the big dick ploy to get women to sleep with you." He looked around to make sure no one could see; he then undid his zipper, reach in, and pulled out the head of his cock. "Now, do you believe me!" I only saw it for an instant, but the head was about 1-1/2 inches round and long. Still not 100% sure it wasn't fake, "I had to see the whole thing to make sure it's not fake." "OK, let's go outside, and you can see for yourself." We finished dinner and went outside. In the parking lot, we found a dark spot between two cars. He pulled down his pants and underwear to reveal the massive thing. Even soft, it had to be 8 inches long. My eyes must have bulged out at the sight of his monster. I have never seen a man's cock that big except for in porn magazines, and I believe they had been photoshopped. I must have stared at it for minutes, still not believing a man could have such a monster size cock. I became mesmerized, then a wave of lust overwhelmed my body; I had to have his huge cock. My mind told me this was wrong, but my body scream, do it, fuck that beast. No longer having the ability to control my sexual desires. My body took over; I was an animal in heat with only satisfaction on my mind. I knelt down, looked it straight in the eye as it swaying back and forth; it put me in a trance. Telling me, I had to have it. Without hesitation, I wrapped both my hands around it and tried to shove as much as I could in my mouth. I only managed to get a few inches in before he became hard, filling my mouth and stretching my jaw. I had to pull it out; otherwise, I would have choked. He told me in a sympathetic voice that he had only met a few women that we're able to give them a blowjob when it was fully erection. None of them got more than haft in their mouths. At full erection, it was 10 inches long and as thick as my wrist, like he said. I stood up, turn around lifted my dress to my waist, giving him access to my hot wet pussy. It wasn't the most romantic thing, but romance had nothing to do with what I wanted. He got behind me, pulled my panties aside, and put the head of his monster to my already wet pussy. He applied steady pressure. Finally, my lips parted, letting him enter me. Because of its width, I couldn't take but a few inches. He sensed my discomfort and stopped, letting me get a custom to the size. After a moment, he asked if I was ready for more. Determined to take as much as I could, I nodded my head, yes, allowing him to push further. He managed to get a few more inches in before the pain was too great, and I motioned him to stop again. He was kind and considerate, caressing my back, telling me to relax and enjoy it, which I was trying to do. He asked if I was OK, again, I nodded. Way in the back of my mind, there was a little voice trying to convince me this was wrong. But a much louder voice drowned out the other voice and told me that I deserved to be fulfilled. He pulled his massive cock out till only the head was inside, then slowly pushed it back in, this time a little deeper. I felt pain, but the pleasure overcame it. He pulled back out again then pushed back deeper. He continued pumping me, each time deeper, the pain had left, and the pleasure-filled my body. After about 10 or 12 strokes, I felt his balls against my ass and the head pushing against my cervix. He fucked me for what seemed an eternity. Not sure I must have come 3 or 4 times. Finally, he blew his load deep inside of my womb. I've never felt so much pleasure before and knew I would have to have a huge dick to fulfill me. When he finished, I could barely stand, being fucked, so hardy spreading me open so wide. He helped me off the car, "Are you convinced size matters." "Oh, my God, I never knew." We straighten out our clothes, and he helped me back to our table at the conference. I sat there feeling his cum leaking out of my gaping open pussy. After that night, I never saw him again. I don't even remember his name, but I do remember the size of his dick. For the next 2 days, my pussy was so sore that I walked funny with a big smile on my face. When I got back from the conference, Herb and I talked, even though my desire for a huge cock was still on my mind, and Herb would never be able to fulfill me. I still love him, and we could work something out. We agree that our relationship was more important than our petty differences and needed to make amends. We made love that night but being still stretched out from the massive fucking I had gotten. I didn't get much pleasure. I think Herb even noticed something was different. Our life returned to normal, but after 3 years of not being satisfied with Herb's dick, I finally had to tell him about the affair. You can't even call it an affair; it was hardly even a one-night stand. At first, he was upset, then he became understanding and forgave me. The next day he started asking questions; he was interested and wanted to know more. Like, how much bigger was he than him. Did it feel different than his and some other questions? Finally coming out and saying that he'd like to be there and watch somebody fuck his wife if it ever happened again. But the opportunity has never arisen. Kerry's enthusiasm was incredible; all she thought about was seeing and possibly meeting this guy. She started asking questions. Then she began to babble on, "Do you think that guy goes to the beach a lot? I'd sure like to see how big he is. What are your plans for tomorrow? Would you and Tim go to that beach tomorrow with us? You've got me curious, plus it sounds like a nice Beach," Kerry asked. "I don't know possibly, Tim hasn't said anything yet," "Would you ask him? and let me know. "I will." Just then, Tim and Herb walked up from the pool. "How is the water?" Kerry asked Herb "Perfect, he replied. "Kim was telling me about the beach they went to today, how beautiful the water was, about the massive rocks and how secluded it is. She thought I, au, we would like to see the big rocks," Teasingly I said, "Yes, there is one particular massive rock I am sure Kerry would Love, I mean like. "Oh, what about it?" Herb asked. "I will tell you more about it when we are back in the room," Kerry said. Tim told me about the restaurant you went to last night and how good the food was. So I thought we would take you two for dinner, Herb said. Sounds like a great idea, Kerry said. "Well, it's getting late; I think we should all go back and get ready for dinner," I said. Everyone agreed. "We will meet at the lobby at 6:30," Kerry said. In the room, Kerry asked me if we would take them back to the beach we were at today. She has a fascination with big cocks, and she hopes to see that guy's dick. Not that I want to." I said. "I'm curious, if he is there, what do you think Kerry has planned? Plus, if you want, we could even do another photo session, not with Herb or Kerry, but by ourselves." Tim said. "That would be nice. Well, the only thing I have left to wear is this short skirt and one of these blouses." "You pick them out." Keeping in the spirit, I picked out the shortest skirt I had with the open lace blouse. It was meant to go over a camisole or something, but I chose not to wear anything under it. Next, I went into the bathroom to fixed my hair and put on some lipstick. Finally putting on my clothes, I came out to show Tim. "Wow, you are so sexy and hot." I looked at myself in the mirror, my nipples were poking through the holes in the lace, and the skirt was so short it barely covered my ass. The thought of bending over in public, allowing people could see my pussy excited me. Tim stepped behind me, put his arms around my waist, and softly said, "If we don't leave now to meet Kerry and Herb, I well have to fuck you right here. Still looking at the mirror, reaching back and grabbing his crotch. "I'd let you." Clearing his voice, Tim said, "We better get going." We walked into the lobby and saw Claire and Herb across the room. She was wearing a simple sheer white dress that went down to her mid-thigh. I can make out the dark areolas of her breasts and the shape of her pussy through the material. The dress was meant to have a liner under it, but Kerry must have removed it. Herb was wearing a simple dress shirt and loose-fitting shorts. "Can you make out what's underneath my dress?" Kerry asked "Yes," I said. "Great, that's what I wanted. I'm so excited wearing this; my pussy is tingling. You look hot too; I can see your nipples poking through the lace," Kerry said. Looking down, I noticed my nipples had gotten harder and stuck out of the material quite a bit. 'Thank you, I said. 'Well, Herb, wouldn't you say we have two of the hottest sexiest babes in town?" "We sure do; I think we should go eat before we get distracted and forget about dinner." "You're right; let's go." So we walked over to the café. I saw Isabel waiting at a table. She was finishing up with her customers. She saw us, gave us a wave, then came over. "Where would you like to sit? I recommend a table outside." Isabel said. We sat down in a dark corner; Tim ordered, "We'll start with Margaritas all around and four specials. We all talked about our vacation and how much fun we've been having, and that it was coming to an end soon. Kerry said she was looking forward to tomorrow and the beach and the massive rocks. We all broke out laughing. The drinks came, and the conversation continued about having to go back to reality. Isabel brought out our plates, putting them down in front of us. She pulled up a chair next to the table, "The restaurant is empty so that I can sit with you," she started talking about the photos we had taken earlier and all the different poses Tim had us do. She especially likes the one on the limb. "That sounds like such an erotic photoshoot. I wish I were there," Claire said. "Well, we're going back to the same beach tomorrow, I'll bring my cameras, and maybe we can do one with you in it," Tim said. "So you're taking us to the beach tomorrow?" Clara said excitedly. "Yes, we are; we want to see what happens if the guy with the big cock shows up. Oops, did I let the cat out of the bag?" I said. "No, I already told Herb about the possibility of his/our fantasy coming true." "What's this all about," Isabel asked. "Oh, Tim and I saw this guy with a massive cock at the beach, and Kerry has a fantasy of fucking a man with that size cock." "Oh, you must be talking about Jake," Isabel said. "You know this guy?" Kerry asked "Well, let's just say I've enjoyed his company once. "How was it? Kerry asked. "It was big." "Did you cum? I said." "Oh, I don't remember how many times, but I will never do that again." "Why," Asked Kerry. "Well, it took 10 stitches and 3 months for me to heal. I'm still tender where the stitches were." "It is that big?" Kerry asked. "Believe me. It's big!" Isabel said. You should come to the beach with us," Tim said. "I'm sorry I can't; I have other obligations," Isabela said. I noticed Kerry was becoming fidgety; her nipples were erect. I also noticed she was only eating with one hand, and the other was under the table. I was curious; I leaned over, her dress was pulled up, her legs open, and her fingers working her clit. I whispered in her ear, "Thinking about tomorrow?" She smiled at me, "I can't help it." I smiled back, sat back, and continued dinner. The guys were talking about what guys talk about; a few minutes later, we heard a little moan, looking over to Kerry, her eyes closed and her mouth partly open. We all looked at her. Finally, she opened her eyes and saw us staring at her, "What? Why are you guys looking at me? We all broke out in laughter. Then we finished our dinner. As we paid for the meal, Kerry asked, "Do you want to go dancing?" She had heard about a local dance club around the corner. "Sure," Herb said. "Count me in," I said. "Might as well, Tim said. We walked down the street to the tiny dance club. Inside, there was a dance floor in the center, with tables around and a bar on one end. The dance floor was well-lit, but the rest of the club was dim. The place was pretty busy with locals and tourists ranging from the early 20s to late 60s. We found a booth; Kerry and I sat on one side and Herb and Tim on the other. The waitress came over; she was in her late twenties, about a hundred and ten pounds. Her large breasts were almost spilling out. The blouse was so tight her pierce nipples were clearly visible and poking out like pencil erasers. Her shorts were so small they didn't cover her ass cheeks and was pulled up between her pussy lips, showing her camel-toe. In broken English, she told us her name was Carmela, as she looked around the table, stopping at me. She then stared down at my tits; she asked what everybody would like to drink. We finished our order, but she still stared at my chest. Finally, I looked up at her heaving breasts. I reached out and cupped one. Startled, she finally broke her stare and went to get us our drinks. "Wow, Kim's got a new girlfriend," Kerry pronounced. "Oh, she's way too young for me," I said laughingly. "Well, I came here to dance, Herb. Let's dance." Kerry said "I haven't had my first drink, and it's kind of early; I need a few more drinks before I dance." "Well, how about you, Tim?" "I'm with Herb." "OK, Kim, it's you and me." We both got up and went on to the dance floor. We began dancing, Kerry started to spin around; as she did, her dress flared out, exposing her bare ass and shaven pussy. This got the attention of a lot of men and a few women. After half a dozen songs, we came back and sat down. The drinks were flowing, and Carmela made sure to keep mine full. She brought the next round, handed them to everybody. As she handed me mine, it slipped and spilled on my lap. "I am so sorry, here let me help you." Using a rag, she began to wipe the drink off my lap. Before I knew it, she had her hand under my skirt, two fingers up my slit, and her thumb was rubbing my clit. I wasn't sure if I wanted her to stop, but I felt this would be too much exposure. Reluctantly I pull her hand from my crotch. I kissed her on the cheek and thanked her for her help. By now, I felt no pain, was horny, and wanting to dance some more. Looking at Tim, I asked, "Have you had enough to drink and ready to dance?" "Sure am." He led me onto the dance floor, and we dance to a few songs. Then, a song that neither of us liked began to play, so we sat back down. A few songs later, a good-looking young Latin man walked up to the table, looking at me, "Would you like to dance?" "I need to ask my husband first." I looked over to Tim; he nodded his approval. Then the young man took my hand and led me to the dance floor. We began to dance, he was excellent, and I enjoyed dancing with him. He was nice and polite. The song ended, and a slow dance started. He reached out, taking my hand in his, putting his other hand around my waist, and pulled me in tight. My tits pressed against his chest, we danced, his hand around my waist slipped down to my ass. He started to grope one cheek then the other, at first I enjoyed it. Then he began to pull the skirt up, exposing my ass, then his hand traveled to my crotch. I didn't mind him exposing my ass, but I wasn't going to have sex with him. I began to struggle to get loose, but he just held me tighter. Finally, he leaned over and tried to kiss me, but I turned my face away. "May I cut in," Tim asked. The man stopped, looked at Tim, and ignored him, not letting me go. Then he caught sight of the bouncer heading our way. The bouncer had been watching us and wanted to make sure there was no trouble. The young man let go of me and returned to his table, picked up his things, and then left. The bouncer asked if we were OK? Tim replied, Yes, everything is fine." The bouncer then told us that they had had problems with that guy in the past, and he had been accused of rape, but the woman was a tourist and couldn't stay for the court. Tim took hold of my hand, put his arm around me, and held me tight. I whispered in his ear, "Thank you. He was getting too aggressive. They can look, but they can't touch. That's only for you. "I think it's time for us to go," Tim said. "You're right. It's late." We went back to the table to say our goodbyes to Kerry and Herb. They said they were going to stay a little longer and would meet tomorrow at 10 to go to the beach. "Tim, you don't mind if we go straight home? I'm a little upset from the guy at the dance club." "No, I understand." We went back to the room and straight to bed. I woke up around 9, looked around for Tim, but he was not there. On the table was a note, "Meet you for breakfast; I left your bathing suit out for you." I looked over to the chair, and there was my last bathing suit--the wild weasel one with a pair of sheer black shorts. I went into the bathroom, got ready, did my makeup, and put on the bathing suit. The top fabric didn't completely cover my areolas, and the bottoms had less material than the top. There was only a patch of fabric from my waist to the top of my clit. The rest was strings holding it together. I looked at it and said out loud, "Hell, it's the last day, and who cares." I put on the shorts to cover the suit, which was almost a joke. The material was so sheer I could see right through it and didn't cover anything. "But when in Rome!" I went downstairs to the lobby. Kerry, Herb, and Tim had just sat down for breakfast. I walked up; Kerry looked over and said, "Wow, that is hot; I wish my bathing suit looked like that." Herb said, "I wish your bathing suit looked like that too." So I sat down, and we all ate. After finishing, we headed to the beach. As we came out of the woods and onto the sand, we stopped. Kerry looked around and said, "Wow, no wonder you guys talk so highly about this place; it's gorgeous." We walked over to where I remembered Jake was sat yesterday, in case he like that spot. We pulled out our towels and lay them down. We all stripped out of our bathing suits and sat on the towels. I looked around; there was another couple on the far end of the beach. But other than that, it was empty. "I'm hot; I'm going swimming," Tim said. "That sounds good." I got up and followed him, along with Kerry and Herb. We waited out till we were chest-deep and started floating around. Tim waited over to me, took hold of my waist, pulling me close. I hopped up, putting my legs around his waist. He pulled me tight, squeezing my breast against his chest. I ease down a little bit and felt his hard cock pressing against my crotch. He then moved his hand down under my ass and found my sex-starved pussy. He slipped two fingers inside, "Not now, Kerry is watching us." "Who cares? I think herb has got his rod up her snatch and is fucking her." I looked; they were bouncing up and down, causing little waves to radiate from where they stood. "I guess you're right," I pulled myself up higher; Tim grabbed his cock, aligned it with the entrance of my snatch. "You're in control Kim." "Great." I slowly ease myself back down onto his hard rod. "Oh, I like that." I continue to bob up and down, each time pushing his cock deep inside of my wanton pussy. "That's good," Tim said. "You like that?" I said with a big smile. "You know I do." "Good, so do I." Herb waited up to us with Kerry still on his rod. "What you guys doing?" Kerry ask. "Nothing, just enjoying the view," I said With a giggle, "Me too," she said. Kerry and I acted like we were holding a conversation as we bounced up and down on our husbands' cocks. Finally, Herb broke in, "I'm going to come." "Me too," Kerry said. Then, with one final thrust, Herb and Kerry orgasmed together. Watching them, I felt an orgasm build deep inside my womb, working its way up past my cervix to my G-spot then, "Oh, Fuck, I'm Cumming." I orgasmed, then fell limp in Tim's arms. He continued to use me like a rag doll, lifting me up, almost off his stiff cock, then pulling back down. Finally, I felt him erupt, squirting his cum deep inside my pussy. I was catching my breath when Kerry said, "Well, now that we've broken the ice, I'm going to go back and lay on the beach for a little bit." "Me too. How about you, Tim?" I'm coming." "I thought you were finished," Kerry laughingly said. We all laughed, then walked out of the water. I noticed more people had arrived. There were three couples on the other end of the beach, and it looked like the reason for Kerry to be here; Jake and his woman were sitting near our spot. As we walked toward our towels, Kerry leaned over and asked, "Is that the guy?" "Yep, that's him." "You weren't lying; his dick is huge." Then, leaning over to Herb, I could hear her say, That's the guy." He looked over to Jake and said. "Boy, he is packing a big rod." When we got back to our towels, we all dried off, Herb, Tim, and myself sat down, but Kerry kept looking at Jake. Finally, she walked over to them, and began talking with them, and sat down. After a few minutes, Jake looked over to his girlfriend. She shook her head yes. Kerry stood up and walked back to us. Next, Jake and his girlfriend picked up their stuff and heading our way. Kerry sat down, "I asked her what did you guys talk about?" She simply said, "I told Jake that's the biggest cock I've ever seen, and I wanted him to fuck me with it." So Jake and his girlfriend stretched out their towels next to Kerry and Herb and sat down. Jake, "Hello, I'm Jake, and this is Sally." Sally looked over to Tim and me, "I remember you two from yesterday. You are the ones that stopped and watched me fuck Jake's cock. Sally then looked to Kerry, why do you want to fuck Jake's cock?" Kerry talked about her experience with the man from the conference and how she wanted to relive the feeling, and Herb wanted to watch her get stuffed. "Well, why don't you sit right here, young lady," Jake said. Sally stood up and changed places with Kerry. "Don't be bashful, honey, right over here." Jake was patting the sand next to him. Kerry scooted over closer. Then, reaching over, she grabbed hold of his huge soft cock. "This thing is really huge, even soft it's big. I can't believe I'm really doing this. I prayed I would someday find a guy with a massive cock, and I would get a chance to get fucked as I did years ago. Kerry said. "Enough talking, sweetie, time for you to use that mouth for something else." "Your right," Kerry began to stroke his cock a few times, then she leaned over and began to feed the massive thing into her mouth. "There you go, sweetie, see how much of Jake's cock you can swallow, Jake said. Kerry looked determined to get more of his cock down her throat. "You can do better than that, sweetie." Jake placed both his hands behind her head, forcing her deeper on his cock. She had gotten five inches in her mouth and started to gag for air. Jake didn't let go until she reached up and pushed his hands from around her head. After Kerry caught her breath, I can't believe I got that much down my throat. I'm going to try for more later. But now I have other plans for that monster. We all watched her straddle his lap, inching her way further up till she had the head of his massive dick against her pussy. I was getting horny watching them; I looked over to Herb. Sally had his dick deep down her throat. I turned to Tim; he was stroking his shaft, watching Kerry. I looked around to see if anyone else was watching the show. One of the couples from the end of the beach was standing on the other side. Her legs were wide apart, her guy's cock in her hand, slowly stroking it. He had a hand behind her, and it looked like his fingers were working her pussy. A young Latin man sat down in front of us. He had positioned himself so he had a clear view between my open legs. He split his attention between watching Kerry and looking at my swollen snatch. I turned to Kerry; she had pulled her lips wide apart and had them wrapped around the head of Jake's cock. I looked back at the man in front of me. His phone was out, and he had taken a photo of me. I didn't care; I just wished he would have asked first. "Well, looks like he wants a show," Tim said. "It sure does, just a little teasing. I opened my legs wider, slid my hand down between my crotch. Slipping two fingers up and down my wet pussy lips, spreading my lips apart for his view. I continued teasing him, next slid my middle finger deep in my cunt and rubbing my clit with my thumb, all the while looking straight into his eyes. He was staring straight into my pussy and rubbing the prominent bulge in his shorts. I was getting more turned on teasing this guy. He kept rubbing the bulge; it seemed to be getting bigger. I couldn't tell the size of his cock through the shorts, but I would have guessed it was bigger than average I looked over to the other show; Kerry had turned and was facing away from Jake. She looked completely consumed in lust. Then, proudly, she glanced down to see that she had 3/4 's of Jake's cock deep inside herself. His huge dick was spreading her pussy wide. I turned back to my spectator; he was still staring up at my pussy. I decided to give him more to see. I inserted 2 fingers deep inside, spreading them apart so he could see down my love channel. I looked back to Kerry. Jake had all of his 10-Inches inside of her and was lifting her up then dropping down. The look on Kerry's face was pure bliss. I saw Sally out of the corner of my eye. She and herb were in a 69 position, with Sally on top. She had Herb's cock deep down her throat and two fingers up his ass hole. I heard Jake grunt out something, then. Kerry screamed out, "I am cumming." Then fell over on her side, allowing Jake's cock to slip out. Sally pulled her fingers out of Herb's ass and pushed her hand up to her wrist inside Kerry's gaping open cunt. Then, Sally commenced to fuck her with her fist. I looked back just in time to see the guy in front of me moving toward me. I realized he was no longer interested in only looking. I closed my legs, held out my hand, signaling stop, and loudly said, "You can look, but you can't touch. This got Tim's attention, and he turned around. The guy saw Tim and changed his mind, pissed. He turned around, grabbed his stuff, and stormed off. I looked back to Kerry; Sally was on her knees in front of her with one hand deep in her pussy. Herb was behind Sally, trying to get his cock in her ass. Jake was passed out in his chair. Sally looked back at Herb and said, your lucky Jake's cock is too big for my ass, but yours will fit just fine. Then, reaching back with her free hand, she guided his dick to her ass hole. Herb took that as an invitation and pushed his stiff cock deep in her ass. This didn't seem new to her. She kept fucking Kerry with her fist. Kerry, her eyes roll back, with only the white part showing, her right leg began quivering as she had a continuous orgasm. Herb let out a loud grunt as he blew his load in Sally's ass. Tim stood over Kerry, stroking his shaft, groaning, and blowing his load over her face and pussy. I figured the show was over, and it was time to go. I knew Tim would help me relieve my sexual tension when we got back. So I looked over to him, "Ready to go?" "Looks like they're done." "I doubt they will be able to do anything for a while." "Ya, so do I." We said our good buy's, but we didn't think anyone heard us, picked up our stuff, and headed towards the bus stop. "Do you think we should put our clothes back on?" Tim asked. "No, not till the bus stop," I said. I walked along the trail, with Tim behind me. I heard a sound like someone running. I turned around just in time to see the guy from the beach hit Tim with a log and knock him down. Before I could yell, someone grabbed me from behind, covering my mouth with their hand. "If you don't want my friend to slit your husband's throat, you will keep your mouth shut, do you understand? I nodded yes. He spun me around. It was the guy from the dance club. Keep your mouth shut, or you'll be sorry. He grabbed my arm, pulling me we headed into the brush. The other guy picked up Tim and followed. He dragged me for about 20 minutes. "OK, this is far enough." He pushed me to the ground. The other guy dropped Tim next to me. "Don't worry; he will be all right. He will probably have one hell of a headache," His friend said. "I told my friend about this bitch at the dance club last night, how she acted like she wanted to fuck, but then pushed me away. He saw you at the beach and sent me a picture of you. I told him, you were the bitch." "What do you want with us?" I asked. "To teach you a lesson, bitches like you come here and flaunt your naked bodies. You tease us, men, get us good and horny, then tell us to fuck off. You just like playing head games. The first man stood over me, undoing his shorts, letting them fall to the ground. "You're going to learn what showing your pussy gets you. When I'm done with you, my friend will have his turn." I glanced over to his friend; he had also dropped his shorts and stroked a big fat cock. I was scared of the first guy fucking me, but I knew the second guy would split me in haft. The first guy dropped to his knees, tried to push my legs open. I struggled to keep them together. He slapped me. "If you don't want me to hurt, you will do as your told. Hell, you might even like it." I looked over to Tim, he was not moving, but I did see him breathing. I resided myself to my fate. He forced my knees apart, then moved closer till his stiff dick at the entrance of my womanhood, with a hard thrust. "Kim, Kim, we are about to land." "What?" "We are here." "Here?" "Yes, we are landing, and you need to get your seat belt on. That must have been some dream?" "A, dream. I thought for a minute, oh, thank god it was only a dream." Footnote: One of the comments about the story predicted the Kim was going to go for the big dick or gang banged, thrown in jail, and have a black baby. Or something to that order. Sorry, she didn't. 7

Surfing Old School by shmeckle Interlude (Chapter 8) Early the next morning, Kari awoke to an unusual experience. She was spooning behind someone, both of them naked, and she felt her hand cupping a full warm breast. From the age of twelve, she had dedicated most of her free time to surfing or training, and didn’t have much time for boyfriends or girlfriends. After a few quick and unsatisfying hook-ups in her last year in high-school and in college, she decided it was for the best if she just concentrated on her sport. Now, the feeling of a soft warm body pressed to hers made her senses come alive. She hadn’t realized how much she had missed this kind of intimacy. She propped herself up on an elbow and looked over to see Jessie still sleeping. The previous night’s events came back to her. She remembered inviting Jessie to spend the night with her, and then felt bad that she had immediately nodded off. Kari leaned over and kissed her neck, then her temple, while her thumb lightly brushed Jessie’s nipple. Her friend stirred and breathed deeply and turned onto her back. Her eyes opened and her eyebrows arched when she saw Kari’s smiling face so close to hers. She opened her mouth slightly as if she were going to say something, but couldn’t think of anything. Kari leaned forward and kissed her, the tip of her tongue just grazing Jessie’s parted lips. After a moment’s pause, Jessie kissed back as they wrapped their arms around each other. Jessie’s knee slipped between Kari’s legs, and her thigh slid up against Kari’s pussy. Kari swiveled her hips and purred in delight. They explored each other’s bodies with their hands as they kissed passionately. Kari felt Jessie’s hand moving down her back, with her nails lightly scratching her skin and raising goosebumps. Then on to her ass, grabbed and kneading it roughly. Her hand grazed Kari’s hip and then softly covered Kari’s pussy. The warmth and silky feel of Jessie’s hand made Kari hum with pleasure. Then, Jessie turned over so her head was close to Kari’s pussy. She pushed the right knee up so she could lay her head on Kari’s left thigh, and her head slid closer. Kari hoped Jessie couldn’t tell how inexperienced with women she was, and decided to mimic what her friend was doing. Jessie gave her vulva a simple kiss. Kari did the same, while feeling the warm breath on her pussy cause her labia to part. Jessie trailed the tip of her tongue down Kari’s labia, making them part more and glisten with wetness. Jessie nibbled lightly on her outer lips, first on one side then the other, making her way to Kari’s clit. When she reached it, she gave it just the slightest flick with her tongue, as she reached around Kari’s thigh and slid the tips of two fingers inside her. Kari’s body was already simmering on the edge of an orgasm, but she managed to do the same for Jessie. Jessie’s tongue swirled around the clit while her fingers slipped in a little deeper with each stroke, and then out of the wet pussy. It only took a half a minute of this for Kari to shake and moan loudly as a strong orgasm washed over her. Both her hands grabbed Jessie’s ass and her hips rocked, pressing Jessie’s tongue hard against her clit. Her face was pressed against Jessie’s thigh, trying to muffle her moans to keep from waking Mona. Eventually, the orgasm finished and Kari could catch her breath. She wanted to do the same for Jessie, so she started licking her clit. Jessie surprised her by grabbing her right hand and moving it to her pussy. She used her index finger to guide Kari’s where she wanted it, deep into her. She cocked her hips and curled their fingers into a “Come here” gesture. Kari was sure they found the spot she was looking for when her friend started moaning as her back arched and her free hand grabbed the sheets. She watched Jessie’s climax in awe, her hips thrusting wildly against their hands, and could see it was as intense as hers. As it subsided, Jessie pulled their fingers out but kept their hands covering her pussy until her breathing returned to normal. She opened her eyes and looked lovingly at Kari. Kari sat up and stacked the pillows so she could lay propped up, and gestured to Jessie, who quickly slipped beside her lover and nestled her head on Kari’s breast. After a few quiet minutes, Jessie whispered, “So did you hear anything I said last night?” “No,” Kari said. “What did you say?” “How much I love you. And always have.” “And how did I answer?” Jessie said petulantly, “You snored.” Kari put her hand on Jessie’s cheek and said, “Well, I love you too,” and they kissed. Kari added, “And I’ve always known how you felt.” “Why’d it take you so long to do this?” “I only recently got comfortable about being bi. When I was young, my mom and dad got divorced and I suspected it was because Mom was a lesbian. I was resentful and it made me kind of shut down that side of me for a while.” Jessie responded, “Well, I’m glad you’re open to it again.” Celebrations (Chapter 9) Later, they heard a knock on the door. It was ajar and swung open, and Mona stuck her head in, saying, “Kari–“. She looked on surprised as the girls looked back, Kari blushing and Jessie beaming. She gathered her wits and said, “They have a great restaurant here and the concierge is giving us a complimentary brunch to congratulate you on your win. It starts in a couple hours.” They got up and Jessie went to her room to dress. Mona motioned to the bar and said to Kari, “David was kind enough to leave you one more skirt on the bar and a set of kupe’e and a lei po’o in the mini-fridge.” Kari tied the skirt around her and started putting on the kupe’e, thinking how nice it felt to be getting dressed again. Then she laughed at herself, looking down at her bare tits and very short skirt, that this now felt like getting fully dressed. But after spending the last 3 days naked, it did. They all packed their bags, so they’d be ready for the ride to the airport after the Bronzée Solaire photo shoot. A little later Kari heard a knock at the door and opened it. The concierge stepped in and looked in amazement at Kari in her traditional garb. “Kari, you’re gorgeous! You look like a princess!” Kari blushed and thanked her. The concierge stepped out into the hall. Kari hesitated, forcing herself to step out. She knew she was going against social norms and baring a lot more of her body than most people expected. She was almost used to the physical feeling of being topless in public, but she knew people must be judging her. Her nipples got erect and she felt a little tingle between her thighs, which made her wonder how she could be horny again so soon. She and her friends followed the concierge through the halls of the posh motel. They arrived at the restaurant, going through two ornate glass and metal doors. The concierge approached the maitre d’ and introduced them. “This is Kari Kaimana, who won the surf tournament yesterday, and her team. We are giving them a complimentary meal for brunch.” He looked Kari up and down, and then quipped, “Well, I usually say ‘No shirt, no shoes, no service’, but this time I’m going to make an exception.” The concierge turned to the women and rolled her eyes at his ‘dad joke’, and then brought the group into the restaurant to a central table. Kari was ready to sit when the concierge announced, “Everyone, this is Kari Kaimana, the winner of yesterday’s surf tournament. She is here wearing traditional Hawaiian dress to honor her ancestors. Please giver her a round of applause.” Kari blushed and wanted to disappear as they applauded. She could see some of them looking pleasantly surprised at her partial nudity, and others frowning. A waiter came by with a tray of drinks. “Mimosa?” Kari asked, “What’s in a Mimosa?” “Champagne and orange juice.” She waved it away. “No alcohol for me, thanks. Don’t want a repeat of last night.” The food was served buffet-style in the center of the room. Kari walked with the other two to get a plate, and noticed stares all the way. The food looked wonderful, with an emphasis on local seafood. She took crab cakes, mahi mahi, and a few pieces of sushi as they moved down the line. The man to her left apparently hadn’t noticed he was standing next to a topless woman, until as he was getting a spoonful of salad dressing, he glanced her way. He was so surprised he dropped the spoon, which bounced off the buffet and sent a blob of dressing right onto Kari’s left nipple. He saw it land and said, “Oh, I’m so sorry,” as he reached toward her breast with a napkin. Kari held up her hand and said, “That’s alright! I’ve got it.” She scooped up the blob with a finger and licked it. The rest of the meal was tolerable for Kari, since she could spend it sitting and only felt disdainful stares and lustful leers from the surrounding tables and not the whole room. Soon after the concierge came for them, letting them know a limousine was waiting outside for them. ***** Kari stepped out of the limo in front of the B.S. Internationale office, grateful to be at least partially dressed this time. Janine came down the stairs to meet her, and fawned over her outfit. She led the women into the building and everyone she passed had the same reaction. They took an elevator up two floors and stepped out. The wall on their left was all offices, but the right was a glass-walled room filled with photography equipment and lights. Kari entered and was immediately surrounded by the studio staff, all complimenting her and saying how amazing she looked. Kari started to feel a little claustrophobic. Fortunately, Boulanger stepped up and they parted. He held both her hands and looked at her appreciatively. “You are a vision of beauty,” and then looked to his staff and said, “Won’t she look wonderful in all our ad media?” They all cheered and clapped. He broke them up by saying, “Well, let’s all make that happen.” Kari was whisked over to a corner where she was put in a chair for makeup and hair. A young woman gestured at her lei po’o and said, “Can you take off your, uh, crown thingy?” Kari smiled and said sure as she did. Another woman was approaching as the other said, “Now I’m just going to put something in your hair to give a bit more body, and Gina here is going to do your makeup.” Kari relaxed into the chair. When Gina was finished, she called for one of the photographers. She grabbed something from her kit and said, “This is lip gloss. I’d like to do an experiment, to see how this looks on-camera on your nipple. Is that okay?” Kari raised an eyebrow but said okay. As she applied it her areola shrunk and nipple got erect. Gina said, “Mike, how does it look?” He looked through his camera and said, “It catches the light a little better. Try it on both.” Gina did and Mike snapped the photo. He left to show others across the room, and then gave her a thumbs-up. Gina said, “I’ll have to reapply this from time to time, but they like the effect.” Another woman approached holding something that looked like a small vacuum cleaner. She showed it to Kari and said, “This is a steamer. It looks like your skirt got a little wrinkled on the car ride over. Do mind if I use this on them?” She nodded, and the woman looked a bit sheepish. “Do you mind taking it off and holding it for me?” Kari wasn’t eager to, but did so, as a blush spread out over her body. As she turned it around, the other woman looked down and said, “Oh, you’ve got a little bit of bush. The art director won’t like that.” Kari quickly put her skirt back on as a short man walking briskly over to her and introduced himself as the art director. “We have a lot of markets we sell in, and they all have different limits as to nudity. We’re going to take some shots as you’re dressed, but with your arm or our products blocking your breasts. Then with a full view of them, and then a set of you nude, from the side and then front. “Now you’ve been surfing nude so I assume you won’t have any problem with the nudity.” Kari wanted to say ‘Yes!’ but shook her head no. She spent the next hour posing with bottles and jars of sunblock, moisturizer, and other lotions, holding them all so her bare breasts were strategically blocked. Kari tried to pretend she was a presenter on “The Price Is Right” to stay in the right frame of mind. They repeated the process showing her bare breasts. The photographer stopped and said, “I have an idea for a great shot.” He approached Kari and had her cross her arms under her breasts, which pushed them slightly together, and bend her wrists so her breasts were framed by the green and white kupe’e. He took a bottle of their best-selling sunblock and placed it between her breasts resting on her arms. He stepped back a bit and said, “Perfect. Let’s get a fan blowing her hair a bit. Hey Gina, can we get some lip gloss on her nipples again?” Gina obliged and he looked through the camera. “Wonderful. Not only does it make them catch the light, but they get erect, so it looks like she’s sexually aroused.” Kari blushed as he continued, “It’s subliminal, but people respond to it.” He took a lot of pictures and was very pleased with his work. One of his co-workers said, “Hey if the lip gloss works so well on her nipples, for the full nudes should we use some on her pussy.” The photographer considered it, and Kari cocked her head and looked at the guy who suggested it, thinking ‘I don’t believe he just said that.‘ The photographer said, “No, that just seems too…over the top. The erect nipples are more subtle.” The art director yelled from across the room, “Okay, time to lose the skirt.” Kari took a deep breath and untied the knot. Someone took it from her, as she tried to act nonchalant, putting her hands on her hips and smiling slightly. Nobody told her how to pose or gave her anything to hold. The photographer was taking a few pictures of her, and then shared them with the art director. He was frowning a bit and said, “Sorry, the pubic hair has to go. Gina, can you help with that?” As Gina led her over to the makeup station, Kari was upset that no one asked her if she wanted that. Gina sat her down and dabbed a small spot of gel on the back of Kari’s hand and rubbed it into a foam. Kari asked, “What’s that?” “A depilatory. I need to make sure you’re not allergic before I use it.” She could see Kari was upset. “It’s not permanent, okay? It’ll grow back in about 5 days.” She knelt down and placed her gloved hands on Kari’s knees. “Um, I hope you don’t mind, but I should probably check for any stray hairs. Those HD cameras pick up every detail.” Kari gasped and blushed as Gina pushed her knees far apart and studied her pussy closely. She thought, ‘Every time I think this can’t get any worse, it does!‘ Gina felt her gaze and looked up, saying apologetically. “We usually do this in a much more private place, but the guys are impatient.” Gina finished said, “Could you stand up and turn around?” Kari looked at her quizzically, but complied. “And could you bend over the chair?” Kari could not believe it was happening, but wanted to get it over with. She felt Gina’s gloved hands on her ass as Gina said, “Pardon my touch,” and spread her ass cheeks. After what seemed like too long a time, she released them and stood. She had Kari sit and lay back in the chair. She spread Kari’s knees and knelt between them, squeezing out a bit of the gel into her hand. She wiped on Kari’s bush and started to work it into a lather. Once it was foaming, she stepped back and said, “Okay, now stay like that for the next 10 minutes, and I’ll be back to wipe it off.” Kari sat, knees spread and incredulous that she had to sit that way for 10 minutes. She told herself these people were professionals and nobody was looking at her. Which was true. Most of them were gathered around a table with a laptop on it looking at the photos they already had, displayed on an HD monitor on the wall. Kari admired them & liked how they made her look a bit like a movie star. Gina returned with a warm wet cloth, knelt between her knees again, and wiped off the foam and all of Kari’s pubes. Gina said, “Ah, that’s what I thought,” and pointed at the desk beside Kari. “Could you hand me that tray?” Gina continued as she mixed pigments, “The skin under your little bush is a bit lighter than the rest. The cameras will pick that up. I have to match your skin-tone.” After she was finished, Kari glanced down, and muttered, “Yup, I knew it.” Without her small patch of pubes, it looked like she actually wanted everyone to see her pussy. They called her back over for more photos. The photographer said, “With the greenery or without?” The art director squinted a while, and said “First with and then without.” The photographer looked through his camera. “Wow, the greenery actually emphasizes how naked she is. This is gonna look great.” They had her pose with all the products and took side shots, and then repeated the process with frontal shots. Then she took off the kupe’e and the lei po’o, and they did the whole sequence all over again. Kari thought, ‘This is as grueling as a tournament, without all the excitement and fun.‘ Finally, Boulanger returned with Mona and Jessie in tow, saying it was time to wrap up because the women had a plane to catch. As Kari dressed, he told them, “My limousine will take you by your hotel to grab your bags, and then on to the airport.” ***** Later, on the plane back home, Jessie and Kari were sitting together with Mona a seat behind them. The new couple were whispering and laughing. Kari kissed Jessie, which aroused them both. They started making out more seriously, until Jessie glanced at the guy across the aisle from them. He had been looking at his tablet, but saw them and was staring. Jessie cleared her throat and looked straight at him. Kari looked over as he glanced away. Kari felt a little pang of guilt and confessed to Jessie, “Jess, I should probably tell you, Geoff and I made love in the shower that first night… “I know. Did you think you were keeping it secret?” “Um, yeah.” “Seriously, you two walking away from the bathroom smiling while Geoff was tying his clothes back on? And you stealing away to give him a goodbye kiss? We already knew.” “Really?” Jessie laughed and said, “Hey, if you hadn’t snagged him then, Mona and I were gonna have to start fighting over him.” Kari tentatively said, “It was just that one time, but…I think he’s serious…and I really like him, too…” Jessie smiled, “Baby, if you want to explore a relationship with him, please do. Just don’t let it affect our relationship.” “You’d be okay with that?” “Yes. But you have to tell him about us.” “I will.” Jessie smiled sweetly and said, “You can have a boyfriend, just as long as I’m your only girlfriend.” She added, “You know how you can tell if he’s right for you?” “How?” Jessie winked at her and said, “If you tell him you’re bisexual and have a girlfriend and he doesn’t ask about a threesome…” They kissed and then cuddled and drifted off to sleep. A New Kind of Training (Chapter 10.1) Jessie drove her Jeep to the training studio, also known as Mona’s house, with Kari beside her. They had started the morning a bit on edge, each trying not to hurt the other’s feelings while negotiating their living arrangements. It was all sparked by an innocent question from Kari. After breakfast, she asked, “Now that we’re…girlfriends, should we pick one of our bedrooms and move in together?” Kari realized it was a potential hand-grenade of a question the moment it passed her lips. It was a momentous decision, they both realized. If either of them had a strong preference for her own room…would that mean she wasn’t really committed to being a couple, or that she wanted to be the dominant person in this relationship, or…what? Both their minds were awash with questions without answers. They looked at each other, wanting to say something, but not knowing what. So they both stood there, silent but feeling compelled to say something, anything, but not something that would offend the other or commit to something she didn’t want to, and all the while not knowing exactly what it was she really wanted. The awkward silence was ended by Jessie, pragmatic as ever. She smiled and said, “Let’s just leave it as is for now, okay?” Kari relaxed and replied, “Yes.” Jessie stepped up to her and pulled her close. “Now, you know you’re always welcome in my bedroom, and I know I am in yours, right?” Kari nodded. Jessie kissed her cheek and continued, “So if you ever want to make love, or if you just don’t want to sleep alone, you can always come to me and say, ‘Stay with me tonight,’ and then we’ll decide where, okay?” Kari smiled her assent and they kissed. Later, the jeep pulled up to what looked like a storefront. It had been a clothing store owned by Mona’s grandfather. He left it to her in his will; she renovated it and turned it into a training studio. Kari and Jessie entered through a heavy wooden door. On their left was a large open room filled with weightlifting equipment, with the far wall covered with a floor to ceiling mirror. On the right there were two rooms, one Mona’s office, and the other a media room, with an HD TV mounted on the wall and a few computers that they used mostly for reviewing videos of Kari and her competitors surfing. Mona heard them enter and yelled to them from that room, “Hey girls, I’m in here.” They joined her. She motioned to the TV, where a video of Ashley from the tournament was playing. She said, “I just got the tournament videos from the League.” Kari watched closely, until Mona interrupted her. “Kari, have a seat. There’s something we need to discuss.” Kari sat on the couch, wondering what it could be. Mona continued, “When you’re surfing naked, you are unbeatable. But I know the nudity all the other times is really difficult for you. Now that you’ve committed to surfing nude for the season, we have to get you more at ease being naked. “So as part of your training, I want you to be naked when you’re here or at home.” Kari was speechless. She finally was able to dress and not be on public display, and now Mona wanted to take that away from her? There was no way she could do that. Kari pouted. “Do I have to? I’ll be naked so often at the tournaments already.” “No, I’m sorry. It’s too important. You need to get to the point where being the only one naked in a crowd feels normal to you.” She turned to Jessie, “To that end, Jessie, I’m going to ask you to go back to your apartment and gather all of Kari’s clothes. Bring them here; I’ve got a storeroom in the back. We’re going to lock them in there and you will keep the key.” Kari panicked at the thought of having no control over her clothes, and being so far away from them when she was at home. “But what if I have to go out?” “You and Jessie can swing by here and she’ll get you an outfit. Now, do you still have that medium-length trench coat I gave you?” “Yes.” “Great. You can wear that between home and here.” The thought of wearing just the coat with nothing under it in public made her feel dirty, like a flasher, but also turned her on. Mona asked Jessie, “You don’t mind the extra tasks, do you?” She smiled and said, “Anything to help Kari.” Kari was trying to keep calm, but the panic showed in her eyes. “What if we have visitors? Mona looked at her stonily and said, “I expect you to stay naked. Tell them it’s part of your training.” She saw Kari’s eyes get wide as she blushed. “It’s the point of this whole exercise — to get you at ease being the only one naked. “Now, before Jessie leaves, you can start this part of your training now — take off your clothes so she can put them in the storeroom.” Kari grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and paused, not believing she was going to have to do this. She hadn’t worn a bra since the tournament, and her nipples poked forward, betraying that the prospect of getting naked again was arousing her. Mona impatiently said, “I’m serious. Strip.” Kari knew from her tone that this wasn’t negotiable, so she grudgingly pulled it over her head. Her areolas puckered and nipples stuck out further as she dropped the shirt. She had to work up her nerve, but she made herself hook her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts. She decided it would be easier just to get it over with, so she pulled off her panties and shorts in one quick move. She asked, “Can I at least keep my sandals?” Mona said “Of course,” as she handed Jessie a key, who then gathered the pile of clothes up and carried them into the back. When she returned, she stopped to give Kari a kiss. She whispered in her ear, “Kari, darling, have I ever told you you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen?” Kari’s cheeks flushed as they kissed again. As Jessie left, she noticed she had a twinkle in her eye. Kari glanced up at the TV, which was now showing a video of her at the tournament. She blushed all over again as she watched her naked image. The video was sharp and showed every part of her in detail. The feeling of surfing nude was wonderful and natural, but, since her experience at Napalei, she hadn’t thought of how she looked to the spectators until now. Imagining them all getting this view of her made her feel uneasy at first. Then she noticed her skin feeling flushed and her pussy getting wetter, and hated to admit that it was turning her on even more. She assumed the videos of her would be censored, but these weren’t. She remembered this ride and watched, hoping the exposure wouldn’t be too bad. However, right as she did a cutback, she could see her knees spread wide and her naked pussy flashing directly at the camera, as her breasts bounced wildly back and forth from her movement. She realized that all the participants of the tournament could request these, and most of the serious contenders did. She worried that they were going to show up on the internet and wondered how she could keep that from happening. She asked, worriedly, “Mona, how can we make sure this doesn’t end up on-line?” “Well, the League owns the copyright to these, so I can ask them to keep an eye out and send a take-down request if they see them. But remember, you were in a public place and could have been recorded by just about anyone.” She saw a flash of panic in Kari’s eyes, and continued apologetically, “I’m sorry, but I don’t think you’re going to be able to keep your nude photos and videos off the Net.” Kari sighed as her heart sank. It felt like she was losing control of her life, right when she was professionally at her peak. She wandered out of the media room, toward the free weights bench. She hoped a hard workout would take her mind off her situation, until she looked at the mirrored wall and saw herself nude. She turned her back on it and kept from glancing that way as she exercised. ***** At their apartment, Jessie was looking at Kari’s clothes. She was secretly thrilled to know her beautiful new girlfriend was going to be spending most of her time nude. She knew Mona was working her magic again, forcing Kari down the hard path. She actually agreed with Mona’s reasoning, that her near-constant nudity would desensitize her to it eventually. Still, she knew it was going to be difficult for Kari, and she wanted to support her. She muttered to herself, “I know Kari. If she has to be naked most of the time, she’ll overcompensate when she can get dressed and pile on the layers. And it will just make it that much harder to strip off the next time. I think I know how I can help her.” She divided the clothes into two piles, one that she would pack into suitcases, and the other that she would donate to a church charity. She opened a drawer filled with bras and panties, scooped them all up, and threw them in the second pile. “Sorry darling, from here on out, you’re going commando.” Her microbikini went into the first pile, but a couple old one-piece swimsuits went into the second. While she was at it, she decided that anything too modest would have to go as well, so her jeans and slacks, and any long-sleeved blouses also went into the donation pile. By the time she was finished, she had two rolling suitcases of clothes, and two large trashbags full of donations. On the way back to the training facility, she stopped by the church charity store and dropped off the bags. ***** The next day at the studio, Kari was working out naked. She had hated the ride over in just her coat; it was medium length for Mona, but on Kari it ended an inch above mid-thigh. If she ever had to sit down while wearing it, she’d have to be careful not to flash anyone. She had her left knee and hand on a weight bench as she did a few reps with a dumbbell in her right hand. Doing it without a sports bra let her breasts hang and move freely, and she still hadn’t gotten used to it. She looked at Jessie on the treadmill in yoga pants and a sports bra and was envious of her clothing. Mona rushed out of her office and over to them. She smiled a wide grin and told them, “I just got off the phone with Janine at Bronzée Solaire. They offered us the use of one of their jets to get to the surf tournament at Manly Beach in Sydney this weekend!” Jessie and Kari looked at each other amazed. Any surfer with any sense knew that Australia was a paradise for surfers. But getting to a tournament in Australia was prohibitively expensive. It always something they could only dream about but not ever hope to do. Now, thanks to their sponsors, it was coming true. A couple days later, they were at the training studio, getting out suitcases to pack for their trip. There was a knock on the door. Mona said to Kari, “That’s probably someone from Bronzée Solaire. Why don’t you answer that?” Kari reluctantly went to the door. She hesitated. ‘What if this is just some random visitor, lost and wanting directions?‘ Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to open the door. She saw Janine, a surprised but approving look spreading over her face. Janine said, “Well, look at you! Answering the door naked.” Kari blushed and rolled her eyes as she let her in. “This is part of my training. I’m naked most of the time now, so at my tournaments it won’t bother me so much.” “Charles will be happy to hear that. Now, are you all ready to go?” Jessie said, “We just need to pack Kari’s clothes.” Janine said, “Oh, that won’t be necessary. We contacted your friend David from Hawaii. He supplied us with more of the traditional Hawaiian outfits for you to wear when you’re not at the tournament. They’re already waiting for you in Sydney. They were such a hit last time.” Kari was caught off-guard by the news, and shivered at the thought of going around another crowded city topless. Once she gathered her wits, she said to Jessie, “I guess I just need an outfit to travel in, then.” Janine saw Kari’s trench coat laying next to the suitcases. She pointed to it and said, “That’s all you’ll need,” and picked it up. Kari asked nervously, “But what about the flight?” Janine said, “Don’t worry. We’re taking a company jet from our private airport. You’ll just need the coat to go through customs.” Kari said, “I meant, what do I wear during the flight?” Janine answered, “Monsieur Boulanger has business in Sydney and will accompany you. He’d like to get some shots and video of you flying to the tournament, so it’s basically a promotional event. You’ll need to be naked.” Kari frowned but let Janine slip the coat on her. She was starting to notice a trend that she didn’t like — her sponsors, as generous as they were, were always finding new ways to keep her naked longer than she wanted. Between them and Mona’s new training, she dreaded where it might be headed. The four women slipped into the limousine outside of the studio and they started off. Janine served them all hot coffee and danish as they headed north toward L.A. A few hours later, they pulled onto the tarmac at a private airport and parked beside a large jet. As Janine opened the door and Kari stepped out, a film crew approached. The director said, “Ms. Kaimana, could we get some footage of you getting out of the limo naked?” Janine said excitedly, “That would be great. Here, I’ll hold your coat.” Kari slowly undid the belt and unbuttoned her coat. She felt the flush of embarrassment and arousal return, knowing she was going to strip in public again, in front of strangers who were filming it. Janine could sense her uneasiness and stepped behind her and slipped the coat off. Kari whispered, “Are they trying to make it look like I go everywhere nude?” Janine smiled as she opened the door and told her, “Not exactly, but I think your fans will love seeing you emerging from the limo already naked. It’ll be unexpected & hot. Now, remember to smile as you step out.” As the door closed, she shuddered at the reminder that thousands of people might see yet another film of her nude. Janine stepped out of the picture while the limousine driver approached and opened the door. Kari swung her legs out and the driver offered her his gloved hand. She took it and stepped out. The director whispered, “Oh, the contrast of the dressed chauffeur and a beautiful naked woman is perfect.” Kari gave them what she hoped looked like a strong, confident smile as she passed. They followed her to the boarding ramp, and she worried about the view they were getting as she was going up. She noticed another cameraman at the top of the ramp so she kept up her smile as she entered the plane. After her eyes adjusted to the light inside, she saw Monsieur Boulanger stand and approach. He took her hand and leaned in to kiss her on both cheeks. He motioned to a luxurious leather seat across the aisle from his, draped with a towel. “Please, Ms. Kaimana, have a seat.” As Mona and Jessie entered, he greeted them by name in the same gracious way. Kari was grateful for his charm. It put her at ease. He was one of very few men who maintained eye contact with her when she was nude. Soon they were in the air. Boulanger showed them how to unlock their seats so they could swivel around and chat. Their chairs formed a small circle, and the cozy set-up made them all relax. He talked to each of the women equally, not just Kari, and seemed genuinely interested in what they had to say. Kari soon forgot she was the only one nude, until she saw the two people from the film crew in back. She wasn’t sure if they were filming or not, but it still made her uncomfortably conscious of her nudity again. After an hour, he stood. “If you’ll pardon me, I need to retire to my office in the back. I have a lot of things to do in 3 different time-zones before we land. Now this is a 15-hour flight, so in the very back there are some bunks when you want to sleep.” Mona hooked her laptop to an HD TV mounted on the wall, and they watched more of the tournament videos. Jessie watched enrapt as Kari’s videos played and wanted to tell her how beautiful she looked. She could sense that Kari was upset by it, though, so she squeezed Kari’s hand and stayed quiet. A few hours later, a woman wearing a black and white maid’s outfit emerged from the back, pushing a cart. She said with a French accent, “Dinner is served,” as she gestured to a small glass table with 4 chairs. They sat and were given a choice of steak or salmon, served along with a medley of sauteed vegetables and a glass of red wine. The server said, “I’m afraid Monsieur Boulanger will not be able to join you for dinner. He’s a very busy man.” After dinner, they went back to reviewing the tournament videos. Eventually they tired and trundled off to the bunks. The next morning they were awakened by the French maid, who told them breakfast was about to be served. As they ate, Boulanger emerged from the back, slipping on his suit jacket. He took a cup of coffee from the maid and then said, “Mireille, could you help me with my tie?” As she was tying it, Boulanger said to Kari’s crew, “There will be a car waiting for you to take you to your hotel in downtown Sydney. I have business to attend to, but I would like to take you all to dinner tonight.” Soon they were buckled into their seats and on the descent into Sydney. 11

Saffron gets hit by a car by Vanessa Evans Part 03 I woke up late and daddy later told me that he’d checked in on me a few times before I woke. It was the Sunday and I usually slept late. Shortly after that Trisha arrived and for a change she went to the front door and rang the bell. When daddy saw who it was he invited her in and told her that I had only just woken up and hadn’t had my breakfast or got washed. “Don’t worry about that Mr. Peterson, I’ll do all that for her, give you a rest.” “She hasn’t been to the toilet yet.” “What are good friends for.” “Thank you Trisha, much appreciated. If you need a hand lifting her up give me a shout.” “Will do.” Daddy went and got on with some work thing and Trisha went to the kitchen. When she came back with my breakfast she started feeding me then said.” “Paint job still going strong I see.” “The only way for it to come of is when somebody is giving me a bed-bath.” “I’d better not wash your tits then Saffy, but I can tweak your nipples to wake you up,” “Gee thanks, you know that you’re going to have to bedpan me and shave me don’t you Trisha?” “Yes, and make you cum as well. I can’t have you missing out on your morning cum just because you father is having a break.” “Who said that daddy makes me cum when he shaves me.” “You just did, Seriously Saffy, what man could shave a pussy without making it cum? Especially one so beautiful as yours, it’s on display 24 hours a day and is begging for it.” “None probably.” “So I’ll just have to make you cum when I shave you Saffy, but first pongo time. I hope that you haven’t had an Indian lately.” “Nope, not even a Chinese, only good old English food.” “Good. I think that I’m going to have to climb on the bed to lift you up,” Trisha did and I discovered that she wasn’t wearing any knickers. “Skipped the knickers again today I see.” I said. “So did you.” “Like I had a choice.” “You know that I often go knickerless under skirts, and so do you. You’re not complaining are you?” “No, just letting you know that you just flashed me.” “You’ve seen it all before, hell you’ve had your tongue in there loads of times.” “And very nice it was too.” By then my butt was on the bedpan and I was about to evacuate my bowels. “Sorry about the stench that I’m about to make Trisha.” “I’ll forgive you Saffy.” I did, and Trisha carried the bedpan away at arms length and holding her nose. When she got back she said, “Well now that that’s out of the way lets see about getting you clean and satisfied, I’m assuming that you want me to take care of that little problem as well.” “Yes please.” Trisha gave me a bed-bath although I had to tell her what to do at times, then it just left my pussy and butt to wash. She washed my butt then went and got some clean water to do my pussy. Trisha was nowhere near as rough as the nurses at the hospital but she was as good as daddy was, then the razor came out. It was the first time that Trisha had shaved someone else, that I knew about, and I knew that Tom shaved her, so I hoped that she wasn’t out of practise. “Be gentle with me.” I said as the razor was about to hit my flesh. “Relax girl, what’s the worst that I can do?” “Cut my clit off.” “Now that would hurt, but I wouldn’t want to cut your little cock off Saffy. You know that you have the biggest clit that I’ve ever seen Saffy, it sticks out nice and proud just like your tits do, and it’s as hard as them. No wonder the boys like getting their hands on you. You are one lucky girl Saffy.” “I don’t feel very lucky at the moment.” “In a way that drunk driver did you a favour Saffy.” “You what!” “Well look at it this way, if he hadn’t put you in hospital with all your arms and legs in plaster you wouldn’t have had your father seeing you naked and taking care of your personal needs. You wouldn’t have some of the guys in your college class seeing you naked and finger fucking you. And your teacher, and your neighbours, shall I go on? Oh and you wouldn’t have realised that you are definitely an exhibitionist Saffy.” “Okay, okay, I guess that being like this does have it’s advantages but I wouldn’t wish being like this on anyone, not even you Trisha. Hey, do think that they might let me keep the casts when they finally come off, then I can put you in them and you can find out what it’s like.” “Would you keep me naked and invite all my college mates round to finger fuck me?” Trisha asked. “And your teacher and your father and your brothers. See how you’d like the humiliation and embarrassment.” “Don’t tempt me girl. Now, your shave.” Trisha was holding the razor and her hand was shaking like she had some sort of disease.” “Only joking.” She said as I felt the razor glide over my pubes. I had no way of checking but it certainly felt like Trisha had done a good job and I told her so as she wiped the last traces of shaving cream off me then squirted my pussy with some perfume that she got out of her bag. “Got to make you smell good, you never know who’s going to turn up at your door and eat you out.” Then she cleared everything away and just sat there. After a minute or so I put on my saddest face and Trisha said, “What? Were you expecting more?” I pouted my lips and asked her if she’d forgotten anything. “No, I don’t think so.” “Trisha, daddy rubs me after he’s shaved me, I thought that you knew that and when you said that you’d take care of me you knew what that meant.” “Oh, you want me to do that do you? Well sorry but I’m not in the mood.” She looked at her watch then got out her phone and sent a text. Two minutes later 4 guys from college were standing at the foot of my bed. “Hi guys.” Trisha said, “I was starting to think that I’d have to start without you.” Tony, Oliver, Zack and Noah, all from my class at college were all stood at the foot of my bed and staring up my body. Amazingly I didn’t blush. After the hellos and questions about how I was and why my tits were painted in orange and white, Trisha said, “I was starting to get worried that you weren’t going to help Saffy, I’ve got her ready for you, all nice and clean, who’s going first.” “First what?” I asked. “I told all the other guys in your class that you had a lot of sexual tension built up in you and that you couldn’t do anything about it yourself so you were looking for volunteers to help you. And guess what, these 4 volunteered.” “You didn’t, oh my gawd Trisha, you need locking-up.” Zack stepped forward with a big grin on his face. “Hang on a sec.” Trisha said, “just got to get my phone and video this.” When her phone was ready she continued, “Actually guy’s I think that it would be better if you did it in pairs, one from each side of the bed, one working on her clit and the other on her hole. Don’t worry that you’ll miss out, you can swap pleasure bits and do it again.“ By then my mouth was wide open, my best friend had just given my body to 4 guys that I knew, and told them to make me cum. By that time my pussy was gushing. Zack and Oliver went to my sides and their hands moved in on my pussy. My heart skipped a few beats as I anticipated their touch. Then I gasped. Then I moaned. Oh my gawd, two male hands working on my pussy at the same time. Even 2 male hands near my pussy would have made me cum but the orgasm from those 2 hands doing what they were doing gave me a really intense orgasm. What’s more, I knew that I was going to experience that 3 more times before lunch time. And I did. “Bloody hell guys,” Trisha said as my 4th totally awesome orgasm was subsiding, “look what you’ve done to her. I’m going to have to wash all that sweat off her now.” None of the 4 guys apologised, they just smiled. “Okay guys, mission accomplished, but before you leave can you all write something rude on her casts, there’s a marker pen on that table. I’ll go and get some water to wash her whilst you do that then you can leave and let me get on with it.” The 4 guys got on with their writing and Trisha went to the kitchen. I couldn’t see what they were writing but they were smiling at each others work. They left just after Trisha got back and she too smiled when she read the additions. By then I had got all my senses back and I asked her what they’d written. These were the ‘interesting’ ones: = FUCK ME HERE – Written at the top of both my thighs and with arrows pointing to my pussy. FUCK MY MOUTH – Written on my right arm. PULL ON THESE – Written on my chest just below my tits. “Right,” Trisha said, “let’s get your pussy cleaned-up.” As she was doing that I said, “That was awesome Trisha you just gotta try that.” “How do you know that I haven’t, Tom has mates as well?” “You little devil Trisha, was it as good as I’ve just had?” “Sorry Saffy but it was better, you see I had the use of my arms and legs and they all properly fucked me.” “You were gang-banged? How many of them?” “Six of them, including Tom.” “Wow Trisha, and you didn’t tell me.” “I haven’t had the chance, it only happened while you were in hospital.” “So did you agree to do it or were you gang raped?” “Oh I wasn’t raped, I arranged it.” “Wow, will you arrange one for me when I get rid of these bloody casts?” “We could make it a double gang-bang, and if the weather is still good we could do it outside somewhere.” “I can’t wait.” Trisha spent the rest of the day with me, only leaving when daddy said that he was getting tea ready and asked if Trisha was joining us. The only ‘interesting’ bit being when the football came over into our garden again and it took all 3 of the boys to come and collect it. Trisha didn’t stop the boys seeing me but she did go out to watch them them looking for ball so I didn’t hear if they were talking about me. Shortly after Trisha had gone daddy brought me my tea and fed me. I saw him read the comments but he didn’t say anything. Later he came to clean my teeth and give me a partial wash, and, what was to become an everyday event, he rubbed me to another clinical orgasm then asked me if I was relaxed enough to be able to sleep. I certainly was. ****** The next few days were quite boring, The main highlights being when daddy brought me off twice each day and the Tuesday evening when my tutor, Mr, Reynolds appeared at the open French doors. Up until then I’d assumed that Trisha was joking, just trying to wind me up but there he was. “Hello Saffron, would you like me to wait out here until you get covered up?” “No, no Mr. Reynolds,” Trisha said, “come on in, Saffy doesn’t mind people seeing her like this.” “So why are you naked Saffron, surely you could at least have a blanket over you?” “Saffy prefers to stay naked telling us that it’s cooler and healthier for her.” Trisha replied before I had the chance. “She maybe right. I see that the graffiti artists have been busy. I like what they’ve done to your breasts, very appropriate. Sorry, if that’s a bit too personal.” “That’s okay Mr. Reynolds,” Trisha said, “that’s nothing to what some of the boys in the class have been doing to the poor helpless Saffy.” “Oh dear, I do hope that they haven’t been upsetting you Saffron, that’s the last thing that you want right now.” “Oh she hasn’t been upset, she’s loved every second of it haven’t you Saffy?” “Yes.” I meekly said. “Well Saffron, I thought that you’d like some reading so that you can keep with the curriculum. Trisha told me that you can use your phone so I’ve put together some pdf files that you can read. They’ll help you to keep on top of things, maybe even get ahead of some people.” “Thank you Mr. Reynolds, I should be able to read them it’s not like I can do anything else most of the time.” I replied. “True, but get stuck into the things that you can do and the time will go faster.” “Yes, thank you Mr. Reynolds, although if anyone was stood outside and listening to me having a conversation with my phone they’d think that I was crazy.” “I wouldn’t worry too much about that Saffron.” “Saffy can get off that bed at the weekend so we’re going to put her in that chair and take her for a walk.” Trisha said, “We can’t decide between the park or into town shopping.” “Well I know that you girls enjoy your shopping but I think that the park would be better for you, fresher air. What do you think Saffron?” “You’re probably right Mr. Reynolds.” I said. “I’ll enjoy the fresh air and there won’t be many people there to see me laying back in that chair with my legs open.” “Yes, I was wondering about that, just why do you have to keep your legs open, all your visitors can see everything that you’ve got. That must be really embarrassing for you.” “It is.” I replied as I looked at Mr. Reynolds face and saw that his eyes were looking at my pussy. I had lied and I didn’t feel at all guilty or bad about it, my pussy was tingling knowing that he was staring at my pussy. “Well I’d better be on my way, don’t hesitate if you’d like me to come round again and explain anything to to you, I can’t have any of my students disadvantaged, I hope to see you back at college soon, Bye.” As soon as he was out of the room Trisha said, “I bet that he’d like to come round again, have another close-up look at that cute pussy of yours, and I bet that you enjoyed him staring at it.” “I did not.” “Yeah right.” When daddy was washing me on the Thursday evening he was looking at my tits and he told me that the paint was cracking and that he thought that it would be a good time to try to get it off, if I wanted. I was getting a bit sick of looking down and seeing the orange and while rings so I agreed. Daddy spent ages washing and wiping both of my tits. Some of it came off easily but some didn’t and daddy had to almost scrub it off. The strange thing was that it was the paint around and on my areolae that was difficult to remove and the attention that that part of my tits was getting was enough to make me cum. Daddy smiled and when I was recovering he said, “I guess that it’s your lucky day. Twice so far today and once more when I wash you tonight, if you still need it?” “Yes, thank you daddy.” ****** Saturday arrived and I was dreading what Trisha was going to do to me, and the pain that would be involved in getting me onto and out of that chair. She hadn’t actually told me what she intended to do, but I know her” She arrived just after daddy brought me to my first clinical orgasm of the day and I was still flushed and daddy was wiping his fingers on a tissue. “You should let her lick your fingers clean Mr. Peterson, Saffy likes the taste of her own juices.” Trisha said. “TRISHA, don’t, you’re embarrassing us both.” I said. Daddy looked at Trish, then me, then said, “I’ll leave you two to it.” “Mr. Peterson, is it alright if I take Saffy out to the park, get some fresh air and a change of scenery?” “That’s a good idea Trisha, thank you. Give me a shout when you are ready and I’ll give you a hand to get her into the chair.” “Thanks, I will.” Daddy left us then I said, “You will keep me covered won’t you Trisha?” “I’ll make sure that you are displaying everything that you want to and no more.” “Thank you Trisha but who decides what I want to display?” “No need to talk about it, I know what you want. Was that your first or second orgasm today Saffy?” “What?” “Your father with your pussy juices all over his hand. First or second time today?” “First.” “Well how about we ask every guy that you know who we see whilst we are out, make you cum, see if we can get into double figures.” “Don’t you dare Trisha, I want my pussy and tits to be covered all the time when we are out.” “Of course sweetie, we don’t want you to get arrested do we?” “No, this is just going to be a simple walk in the park, just you and me, right.” “Of course it is” Trisha said, but the look on her face told me otherwise. I just hoped that things would be okay. Trisha went for daddy and between them the sat me up and shuffled me onto the chair. It was painful but Trisha distracted me by putting her hand under my butt and working a finger into my hole. I was sat reclining in the chair thinking that maybe the outing was too soon. When I said that to daddy he told me that the movement would be good for me and that we should find a way of massaging my back to stop me from getting bed sores. That sounded good but I hadn’t a clue how we were going to do that without me screaming in pain. In the chair I relaxed then asked daddy if he could get my blanket for me. He went and came back with the same, silky babies quilt. I knew that I should have asked him for a different blanket, but for some reason I didn’t, a decision that I would really regret later. Trisha tucked it in at my sides telling me that it would keep me warm then daddy and Trisha lifted me out of the French doors then daddy explained to Trisha how to get the chair up and down steps. It was as daddy left us that I realised that my legs were further apart in the chair than they were on my bed. And as Trisha wheeled me down the drive I noticed the breeze blowing between my legs under the blanket and tickling my pussy, it felt nice but I didn’t tell Trisha. I looked down to check that my pussy was covered and saw that the blanket was only just covered my pubes and anyone in front of me would be able to see my open pussy. My brain was confused, common decency said that I get Trisha to pull the blanket down a bit but the thought of my pussy being seen was making it get wet. My pussy obviously wanted to be seen. My arousal level wasn’t very high at the moment and I asked Trisha to pull the blanket down a bit, and she did, saying, “We can’t have you flashing everyone cane we?” The only problem was that Trisha had a devious grin on her face as she said it. I soon found out why. As she pulled the blanket down my breasts got uncovered “Trisha, stop, you’re uncovering my tits.” Trisha pulled the blanket up and I could see my pubes. “Too far Trisha.” She pulled it down and my tits saw the sun. “Too far Trisha.” “Make up your mind Saffy.” “Can’t you find a happy medium?” I asked. “I can but do you remember telling me what happened when you came home from the hospital?” “I do, but that was because it wasn’t tucked in properly.” “Because you can’t tuck it in properly, your father didn’t manage it so I’m sure that I can’t” “Can we go back for a proper, bigger blanket?” “No, you’re just going to have to live with it.” I didn’t reply because half of me wanted to be covered and half, my pussy, didn’t. Trisha kept pushing me with my little conical tits enjoying the sun. Everything was okay for the first few minutes until we saw someone coming our way on the same path. “Good morning, it’s a lovely day.” Trisha said. “Oh you poor thing, what happened to you?” The woman replied. “Car accident.” Trisha replied as I looked at their faces. The woman was looking at mine but the man’s eyes were lower. “Oh dear, your blanket seems to have slipped down, here let me.” She bent forwards and pulled the blanket right up to my chin, not realising that she had just exposed my pussy and most of my stomach. I saw the man’s eye’s light up. “There you go dear, can’t have you going around all exposed. Come on George, Mary is waiting for us. Get well soon young lady.” After a few seconds I asked Trisha to adjust the blanket so that my pussy was covered. “So which do you want exposed Saffy, tits or pussy?” “Neither.” “Sorry, no can do, I want you to live your secret desires.” “And what would they be?” “You’re an exhibitionist Saffy, you want people to see your naked body.” “No I don’t.” “Yes you do.” “Oh no I don’t” “Oh yes you do.” “Oh no I don’t” “Oh yes you do.” We both laughed at the silly pantomime game then I said nothing. I was seriously considering the possibility that Trisha was right. I thought back to every time that I had been exposed and decided that I might not have admitted it at the time, but looking back, I had enjoyed them. My conclusion was that I was an exhibitionist. “Can you untuck the blanket a bit Trisha please, I want it to slide down.” “That’s my girl Saffy, have you finally admitted that I’m right?” “Yes, but don’t you dare tell anyone.” “I won’t, but I will help you flash your goodies as often as I can, and if you’re lucky I might just bring you off when there’s some boys looking. Whilst we are in the park I’m going to fold the blanket over so that all your goodies are on show all of the time.” “You’re the best Trisha but you will cover me if a policeman turns up won’t you?” “I know and I will, if I remember.” Trish kept pushing the chair towards the park as more and more people appeared on the path. It’s amazing how many people look at the wheelchair and see all the 4 limbs of the person in the chair in plaster casts supported by brackets, then stop and wait for you to get to them. When you get to them they usually say something like, “Oh you poor thing.” It’s amazing how many people think that because I was in the chair like that, that I didn’t have a brain or a voice and couldn’t speak for myself so they’d ask Trisha how I was or what had happened to me. It’s usually only the men that look down to me and see that I’m naked, then they smile and keep looking. Occasionally an older woman will look down on me and realise that I’m naked, Some look shocked and drag their husbands away and a few will smile like the men do, making me wonder if they are lesbians and fancy getting their hands on me. We got stopped 4 times before we made it to the park. Then things got worse, or was that better. There was quite a few young people hanging in the park, some of whom we knew. As Trisha pushed me along there seemed to be a constant stream of groups of people coming to see who was looking stupid in a wheelchair. All of them soon discovering that the folded blanket wasn’t covering either my tits or my pussy. The comments soon started coming, from both the boys and the girls. “Wow, those are cute tits. You don’t see many like that.” One of the young men said. “Do you know that your tits and pussy are showing?” From one, not so bright, young man. “Wow, that’s one hell of a clit you’ve got there Saffron.” Another young man that I knew said. The comments that Trisha reacted to were the ones where the young person said words to the effect of, “I’d like to get my hands on that, or those.” If Trisha liked the person she’d invite them to put their hands on me. Needless to say that those hands got me aroused and Trisha knows me well enough to tell when I’m getting close to cumming, and each time she saw that far away expression on my face she’d tell whoever it was to stop, sometimes saying that cumming wasn’t good for me in my condition. After about the fourth time, when a boy from my class at college actually asked if he could touch my ‘amazing clit’, Trisha let him bring me off, right there in the middle of the park. Apart from the hand belonging to a boy from my college class, I was over the moon, I needed that release. After that Trisha told me that I was going to be very popular when I went back to college. “I don’t know that I will be going back to college.” I said, “Too many boys there will have seen me naked and brought me off. They’ll expect to be able to do it anytime that they like.” “And that’s a problem because? You’re a lucky girl Saffy, you’ll be able to get fucked whenever you want with no strings attached.” “You mean I’ll be slut?” “No, you will have control of who fucks you and when, under your terms. Think Saffy, you’ll have your choice of all those cocks. I’ve only got the choice of one.” “That’s your choice Trisha.” “Yes, I know, but he is good as shaving my pussy.” “Is that how you chose him Trisha, because he was good at shaving your pussy? How many did you try before you chose Tom?” “Hey stop that Saffy, I’m not the one letting random guys frig you in public.” “I am not, you’re the one telling the guys to frig me.” “Talking about boys frigging you, how about these 2 walking this way?” I looked in the direction that Trisha was and saw 2 boys walking our way. “Fuck Trisha, one of them is your brother, quick, cover me, I don’t want him to see me naked.” “Why not, he’s seen you naked before.” “That was different.” “Hi Mike, Harry, what are you doing here?” Trisha said. “Just hanging sis.” Then they turned and looked down at me. “Hi Saffron,” Mike said, “Sorry to hear what happened to you. I see that you’ve got a bit of a predicament.” “You could say that.” I replied. “Is it a medical requirement you being naked like that, or is that your choice? You look different from the last time that I saw you naked.” “Yeah, I’ve got these lumps of plaster on my arms and legs.” “No, I didn’t mean that, your tits are bigger and more pointy and your clit, it’s much bigger, I could hardly see it last time.” “That’s because she’s really horny right now. She needs someone to bring her off, would you like to help her?” “Trisha! Stop that.” I said. “Go on Mike show us your best. Come on Harry, you help him.” “Trisha, no.” I shouted, but it was too late, Mike was on one side of me and Harry the other. Both had a hand on my pussy and it was nice. They finger fucked me and played with my clit until I orgasmed, yet again. By that time I had lost count of the number of orgasms that day. Another thing that a lot of of the younger people did was get their phones out and take some photographs, never asking if it was okay, and Trisha’s brother was no exception, After him and Harry had made me cum out came their phones. I tried to tell them to stop but Trisha told me that they’d already got the photographs of me that were doing the rounds at college. After Mike and Harry had moved on I said, “Is there anyone at college that hasn’t got those photographs Trisha?” “Maybe one or two of the older female teachers.” “I’m definitely not going back to college when I can walk again.” “Don’t be silly Saffy, you could go back to college totally naked and people wouldn’t see anything that they haven’t seen before.” “Is that supposed to make me feel better Trisha?” “Think Saffy, all those boys looking at your cute little body all the time, you’ll be so horny that you’ll be asking the boys to bring you off or fuck you between every lesson.” “Well that does sound nice, but it isn’t going to happen, I’m not going back.” “We’ll see, by the time you get those casts off you’ll want to be naked all the time, a permanude.” “I don’t think that they have those in this country.” “You could be the first, like that girl we read about in America, Tammy Smithers or whatever her name was.” “I don’t think that that was a true story Trisha.” “Fiction becomes real life sometimes.” “I don’t think that the UK is ready for something like that yet.” “Probably not.” “Would YOU stay naked all the time if you could Trisha?” “Yeah, I think that I would, and I know that you would Saffy.” “Well by the time that you’ve finished with me I think that I’ll be conditioned into wanting to.” “You do now Saffy.” “Do I have a choice?” “No, even your father fell for that one about your body needing fresh air.” “Well that’s actually true Trisha, pussies need fresh air to keep them healthy,” “Yes they do, that’s one reason why I’m not wearing any knickers right now.” “And that you are jealous of me being naked out in public.” “I wouldn’t go that far.” “But you would like to swap places wouldn’t you Trisha?” “Maybe.” “That means yes Trisha. If I can keep these casts when they come off I’ll put them on you and take you to the park, let the boys frig you all the time.” “Talking about you getting frigged and photographed, it’s about to happen again, look,” “Shit, I know some of those boys.” “Well, it looks like they are going to get to know you a little better Saffy. HEY GUYS, COME OVER HERE, SAFFRON HAS A LITTLE JOB FOR YOU.” I got the usual comments about the shape and size of my tits and clit, then the photographs, then the fingers. If the end results hadn’t been so good it would have been getting boring. This time there were 4 boys so Trisha split them into two and each pair made me cum. After they’d moved on, I said, “Trisha, no more please, I’m exhausted.” “What’s the problem Saffy, it’s not like your legs are going to give way and you’ll collapse in a heap. The only parts of you that are moving is your tits and clit and vag muscles.” “It’s mentally draining Trisha, and I’m getting a bit sore.” “Hmm, I didn’t think about that, okay, I’ll take you home but I’m bringing you back here tomorrow, I’m going to show-off my horny little exhibitionist as much as I can before the hospital spoils if for you.” “You mean you.” “And me.” We passed a few more people in the park who all stared at me, and it wasn’t until we were on the street heading for home that Trisha decided to cover me with the blanket, well partially cover me. On the way we came to some shops and Trisha asked me if I’d like an ice cream. “That sound nice but you’ll have to feed me.” “Okay BFF, I can do that.” “Before you leave me will you cover me properly please?” Trisha did, but she didn’t do a very good job of it, or maybe she did, because as soon as she’d left me I could feel it start to move a little. What’s more, I could see a very rare sight, 2 policemen walking towards me. I watched them approach and my heart beat faster and I took deeper breathes. That was a mistake because it caused the blanket to slip some more. Then just as they got in front of me it happened, the blanket slid off me and fell on the ground. The 2 policemen stopped and stared at my naked body. “I’m so sorry.” I said, “this damned blanket has a mind of its own. Can you put it back on me please?” One of the policemen picked up the blanket but held on to it whilst the other said, “I could arrest you for indecent exposure young lady.” “But I have no control over the blanket, or anything else.” “Probably not, so what happened to you, or are those casts fake and you just want to be naked in public?” “No, no, do you remember a couple of weeks ago, a girl getting knocked over by a car one night, well that was me and I have multiple fractures in all my arms and legs.” “I remember that.” The other policeman said, “A drunk driver in an electric car.” “That’s right,” I replied, “and look what the bastard did to me.” They were both already looking at the naked me. “So don’t they have those gown things at hospital anymore?” “There was a shortage and they didn’t even want to try to get one on me with all these casts, they just covered me with a blanket.” “This isn’t a hospital blanket.” “No, it was my comfort blanket when I was a kid and daddy thought that it might make me feel better.” “So where is your father? How did you get her?” “My friend, she’s in the shop getting me an ice cream.” “Well I think that you should tell your friend to get you a bigger blanket. If you go around like that there a good chance that you’ll get molested.” With that the copper holding the blanked spread it over me. “Take care and get better soon.” One of them said and they continued their stroll. A couple of minutes later Trisha came out of the shop holding 2 ice creams. “Did you do that on purpose Trisha?” I asked, “You nearly got me arrested for indecent exposure.” “What? How, who was going to arrest you and why, your tits and pussy are covered.” “Those 2 coppers, and the blanket slid off me.” “What 2 coppers, they don’t do foot patrols anymore these days.” “Well they did today, can’t you see them?” “Nope, no coppers around here.” “There was.” “Open your mouth and suck on this girl, you’re starting to loose it. Is your brain over-heating with all the excitement that your pussy is having?” I didn’t get the chance to answer that as the ice lolly got stuffed into my mouth. “Maybe I should push this up your hole to cool you down Saffy, or hold it on your clit to try to get it to shrink?” “Don’t you dare.” I replied when I could, then regretted saying it because I knew that she might just do it. Thankfully she didn’t and I never did find out if she knew about the policemen. The rest of the journey back home was much the same as the one to the park with a handful of people showing their sympathy and having a good look at my naked body, Yes, Trisha did fold the blanket so that my tits and pussy were exposed all the way home. After that first, successful outing, Trisha and Tom took me to the park every Saturday except when it was raining. I was grateful for the break for daddy, and by the end I was looking forward to the outings, especially the groping and fingering. Trisha’s brother and his friend were there each week and we stopped at the ice cream shop each week, and no, thankfully, Trisha didn’t push and ice cream or an ice lolly up my vagina. Also, thankfully, that police patrol was a one-off. When Trisha wheeled me round the back of our house the 3 boys from over the back were there, all looking in amongst the plants. “CAUGHT YOU.” Trisha shouted. “No, no, we weren’t here to steal anything” Roger said, “we just came to get our ball back.” “You mean you came to perv at Saffron’s body?” Trisha said. “No, no.” “That’s okay guys. Saffy likes boys looking at her naked body, you can come over anytime that you like to further your female anatomy knowledge, Saffy doesn’t mind, do you Saffy?” I just looked at them. “And now that you are here you can help me get her from the chair to the bed.” “What, no Trisha, I’ll shout for daddy to come and help you.” “Don’t be silly Saffy, there’s 6 strong hands already here, no point in disturbing your father, isn’t that right boys?” Only Roger agreed but all 3 stepped forward to help Trisha. After Trisha has manoeuvred the chair beside the bed Trisha said, “Right guys, pick a limb, any limb, then use one hand to lift that limb and put the other hand under her body, she’ll like the feel of your hands on her bare flesh. Then on the count of 3 lift her then carry her over the bed. One, …… two, …… three.” Up I went screaming my head off, the pain from all 4 of my limbs was not nice but they ignored me and, thankfully, in seconds I was flat on my back and the pain was gone. The thing that I noticed straight away was that Trisha had been on my right leg and Roger on my left leg, and when they put me down they spread my legs as wide as the bed would allow. “Trisha, my legs are too far apart, can you and Roger lift them closer together please, gently?” “Nonsense Saffy, you need plenty of fresh air down there, and besides, if these lucky guys are going to be studying female anatomy it’s easier for them if you are spread wide.” “Please Trisha, I could be here like this for days.” “I was planning on taking you back to the park tomorrow, but if you don’t want to go?” “No, no, I want to go, the more time I’m away from this room the better.” “See, I told you that you’d like all those boys bringing you off in the park, you want to go back for more don’t you?” “Yes.” I quietly replied. “And you want to help these 3 guys with their education by exploring every little nook and cranny and hole of your female anatomy don’t you Saffy?” “Yes.” I quietly replied. “There you go guys, one willing test subject. She’s all yours. Have fun, but if you get interrupted come back some other time to continue or repeat what you discover about how easy it is to arouse a woman, it’s not like she’s going anywhere and she likes handsy male visitors don’t you Saffy?” “Yes.” I quietly replied. “Oh, I hear that her father has to go to work on Monday so she’ll be home alone until the evening. Have fun guys, and make sure that Saffy does as well. Seeya tomorrow Saffy.” With that Trisha was gone, leaving me with the 3 neighbour young men that I hardly knew, and what’s more, Trisha had invited them to use my body however they wanted. I was both nervous and excited, and so were my nipples and pussy. I looked at all 3 guys who were just stood there looking down at my nude body. After a good minute of silence and no movement I said, “Well guys, Trish has given you permission to do what you want to me so get on with it, do your best, and if you want to know something just ask.” It was Roger that moved first, moving closer to me, his right hand reaching over and covering my right tit. He started caressing it then playing with my nipple. “How come your tits are this shape? All the other that I’ve seen are wider and flatter, well not flatter but bulkier, yours are more pointy, more conical.” “I have no idea, all girls are different, just like all cocks are different, not that I’ve seen that many, it’s like faces, all basically the same but different.” “Well I like them like this, do they point straight out when you’re standing up?” “Yes,” then I stupidly added, “you’ll have to come back when I’m back on my feet and look at them then.” By then Roger had got a bit more confident and he was alternating massaging my tit and rolling my nipple between his thumb and finger, and it felt nice. So nice that I moaned. “Does that feel nice?” “Yes.” “Shall I do the other one as well?” “Yes please.” “Would you like one of the others to play with your pussy?” “Well they aren’t going to learn much if they don’t.” Again I’d invited the boys to play with my pussy, why do I say these things, why can’t I just keep my mouth shut? Mike and Ian stood either side of the bed and their fingers got busy. I was still not completely over all the orgasms that I’d had earlier in the day, and with Roger playing with my tits, it didn’t take long for me to cum again. I’d lifted my head to watch what they were doing to me but when I started to cum my head fell back onto the pillow and I started saying the usual things that I say, like, “Yes, that’s it, keep doing that, don’t stop, more, fuck that’s good, harder.” All the things that I suspect most girls say. The only thing that I’ve said a couple of times that I suspect not many other girls have said when they are starting to cum was, “No, don’t lift my up by my pubic bone, it hurts my legs too much.” The 3 of them backed off when I was cumming, then as my high started to recede Roger said, “Come on guys, swap over, let the dog see the rabbit.” I wasn’t too keen on the last bit although right then I would have quite happily fucked like a rabbit if my casts would have allowed it. “I’ve never seen a clit this big.” Were the first words that Roger said when he got near it. “Is it this big all the time?” “It is lately, it’s usually covered with a pair of my knickers but I can’t wear any at the moment so it’s begging for attention all the time these days.” My stupid mouth strikes again. “So why can’t you wear knickers?” Roger asked. “I haven’t go any with leg holes big enough to get the casts through, besides the doctor told me that I have to keep my legs spread wide to help the healing process.” “I’ve not heard of that before.” “Neither had I but Trisha assures me that that’s what he said.” “Are you sure that she’s not just having you on?” “Maybe, but I don’t want to risk it, I don’t want to heal and walk like a cripple.” “So girl’s clits, is it a case of the bigger they are the more sensitive they are?” “I wouldn’t know about that, I just know that mine is super sensitive, as you’ll find out very soon if you keep doing that.” Needless to say that Roger did keep doing probably everything to my clit that he could think of, in the position that we were in, and the inevitable happened. Again, all 3 of them stopped as I orgasmed. As I came down from my high I cursed myself for not keeping a count for the day. It must have been somewhere in the region of 15 to 18. I was feeling proud of myself. The 3 of them were still just staring at me when the door opened and daddy walked in. “Oh you’re back Saffy, I thought I heard you. Did you have a good day out? Where did you go and what did you do?” I’ll tell you in a bit daddy, these 3 live in the houses at the bottom of the garden and came to get their ball. When they saw me they came to see if they could help in any way.” “Well done guys, thank you. I think that we’ve got everything organised but if we need anything Saffy has just told me where I can find you.” “Yes Mr. Peterson,” Roger replied, “we’d be happy to help wouldn’t we guys?” “Sure,” both Mike and Ian added. “Well we’d better be going Saffron,” Roger said. “Guys,” daddy said, “It’s lonely for Saffron just laying there all the time, you’re welcome over anytime, she needs the company. I now that it’s difficult but maybe you could think of some games that you could play.” “We’ll have a think, see you.” The 3 of them left and I noted that they hadn’t found their ball, if there ever was one. “So Saffy, where did Trisha take you?” “To the park and we met quite a few kids from college. They all wanted to talk to me, ask me what happened and how I was. I don’t see how I could get so tired just laying in the chair but I did.” “I bet that you and Trisha never stopped talking. Once you two get together I’m surprised that anyone else can get a word in.” “Daddy, we’re not that bad are we?” “Sometimes, hey, did I tell you that I have to go in to work on Monday? We need to talk about who we can get to look after you when I’m at work.” “I’ll be fine daddy, I’ve got my phone and the television. I can always phone you if I have a problem.” “We’ll have to make sure that you’ve used the bedpan before I leave.” “Yes daddy.” “You have a rest while I get some tea ready,” “I don’t have a choice, my fingers can’t find my phone or the TV remote.” “Good, you need a rest.” Daddy woke me when he brought the tea in. As he was feeding me he asked me about my trip to the park again. I’ve never kept any secrets from daddy but I just couldn’t tell him about all the groping and frigging so I just told him about the questions that I got about the accident and how I was recovering. I also didn’t tell him about the policemen. When it came to daddy getting me ready for sleep I asked him to not masturbate me, telling him that I’d had such a relaxed day that I wasn’t feeling at all tensed-up. To daddy, masturbating me was just a clinical procedure and I got the impression that him not doing it was a bit of a relief for him. The rest of the evening was pretty much the same as other evenings except that I fell asleep early. ******

Sarah and the Gypsie's Curse by Cream_Caramel SARAH AND THE GYPSIE'S CURSE CH. 05 Sarah tries to take advantage of her gym membership. Constantly being on the receiving end of a curse that forces you to expose yourself to a large number of people has a way of shifting your priorities, especially one where the only real consequence is your own state of mind. Back when life was normal for me, I'd go to the gym maybe a few days in January, you know how it is, new year's eve hits, you make that silly resolution that you'll work out more, you even buy the yearly membership, but you never last till February. Well, this year was no different... Well, not from the resolution aspect, it's really not that interesting a story, but when the clock struck twelve, Gary pulled my top off and flashed the rest of the party, and from there people started chanting for me to "take it off!", and being fairly inebriated that night, I obliged, I don't remember much after getting completely naked and chugging down a beer, but I vaguely recall standing on a table and masturbating... But I digress! The point is, I made the resolution to work out more, and I had noticed that I was getting flabbier, coupled with the fact that I was showing my body off more and more, it only made sense to use what I was already paying for to reduce my humiliation, even by such a marginal degree. Which is how I found myself in the gym's locker/changing room, getting ready to take a little sit in the sauna room before I began my workout, all except for one problem; I had forgotten my swimsuit that I usually wear to the sauna, my brain responded by firing off a synapse and letting me know that I had taken my swimsuit out to wash and probably forgot to put it back into my bag. I panicked at first, I didn't want to wear my workout clothes into the sauna, that would become extremely uncomfortable sitting in there, not to mention it might leave me in danger of overheating, wondering what to do, I saw no other solution but to go in there with just my towel and my flip flops on, clutching the key to the locker I was using. The sauna was empty when I walked in, there was a bucket of water for use with the heater stones that I used to get some steam going, I sat down and allowed myself to relax, soaking in the heat and the steam. I felt a rush of cool air as the door opened and two more people came in, a man and a woman in their early twenties, they were so attractive I coudn't help but stare, the man was fairly chiseled, with toned abs and broad shoulders, while the woman was fairly well toned, her breasts were not as big as mine, but she was still well endowed, obviously they were wearing swimsuits, and I must have stared a bit too long because the woman greeted me with a knowing look on her face: "Hi there!" She said, "H-hi." catching myself, I managed to stutter out a response, I felt shame rise up, thankfully the heat from the sauna was doing a more than good enough job turning me red already. I sat there with my eyes glued to the floor as I didn't dare look at the two, and remained there for what was probably a few minutes, I could hear the two whispering something to each other, but I didn't raise my eyesight to see if they were looking at me at the same time. After talking for a bit, the two stopped and I could hear the soft padding of flip-flips coming towards me, I looked up to see the woman approaching me and sitting down next to me, we were practically shoulder to shoulder as she stared into my eyes, I began to feel a little nervous when she shifted her eyesight downward, peeking into my towel. "Hi again!" She said with a palpable shift in her tone. "Hi..." I clutched the towel to my chest. "My name is Kelsey, that's my brother Henry, what's your name?" she asked, her eyes glancing down, maybe at my chest? Or Hand? I wasn't sure. "Sarah..." My mind immediately went to the curse, and just as it did, Kelsey's hand reached up and tugged at the towel, not enough to undo it and expose me, but enough to make my heart drop for a second. "Sarah, what are you wearing under there?" Kelsy asked, pretending to look inside the towel, though I suspected that she already knew. "A b-bikini..." I lied, Kelsey clearly did not buy it. "If you're wearing a bikini, then why the towel?" she asked the obvious question. "Because I'm shy?" I tried to keep up the bluff for as long as possible, even though I knew my fate was sealed. "If you're wearing a bikini, where're the straps?" Kelsey kept hammering me with uncomfortable questions, not because they're personal, but because they're specifically aimed at exposing me, literally and metaphorically. "It's strapless..." I knew I was caught. "You know what, I think you're not telling me the truth," Kelsey was now so close to my ear I could feel her breath, the hand tugging at my towel was getting stronger, still not enough to pull it off, but I was now also clutching at my towel "I bet you're naked under there, how about it Sarah? If I'm right when I take your towel now, I get to keep it, if I'm wrong, I give you my bikini?" I gulped and said nothing. "Three..." Kelsey counted down, what the hell was wrong with me? My nipples were standing up and aching so badly. "Two..." I could feel my pussy practically leaking. "One..." just as she whispered, I lifted my butt off the seat and let go of the towel just as it was whipped off my body, rendering me naked. This was probably the fastest I've ever been stripped, and I even let it Happen! "I knew it, you little slut!" Kelsey laughed as her hand reached up and squeezed my exposed breast, I couldn't control myself as I moaned in response. "Ooh, these are really nice, Henry, come feel them!" Kelsey called over the man who was sitting there watching us, or rather, watching me get stripped naked and now groped, he chuckled and got up to sit on the opposite side of me. I was now being assaulted by two sets of hands, and I was moaning without restraint as I felt my hand get grabbed and directed it to my soaking wet pussy, I didn't resist, and my hand began to move on its own as I inserted a finger inside myself. I was sensing myself approach orgasm as I pumped my finger in and out of my pussy, I redoubled my efforts and inserted another one in as my masturbation intensified, that's when I felt the two begin to suck at my nipples and that pushed me over the edge, I screamed out as I spasmed and squirted my juices all over the sauna's wooden finish floor, I don't really know what happened next as I drifted out of consciousness. The problem was that when I came to, neither my towel nor my locker key were where I had left them, meaning Kelsey and her brother had taken them, leaving me naked and with nothing to cover with! I rushed out, thankfully the locker rooms were right next to the sauna, and nobody noticed me darting in and out of the place. It wasn't that unusual to find a naked woman in the ladies' locker room, so I relaxed a bit, but I was still tense as I had to make sure that my stuff was there. The locker itself was still locked, so I had a bit of hope that I was on time, I found an attendant at the towel station and told them that I had lost my key, they looked at me suspiciously, but didn't voice any concerns, they followed me to the locker and opened it in front of me, asking me first what would be in there. Unfortunately, I didn't guess correctly, not that there was something else in there, in fact, there was nothing at all! "My clothes! Where are they!?" I was panicking, in contrast to the now annoyed attendant "what am I supposed to do!?" "Well, you can report this to our administrative office, but we don't have security cameras in the locker rooms themselves." Clearly wanting to just leave, the attendant gave a dismissive reply. "Can you at least give me a towel?" I pleaded for any sort of cover, hoping to preserve whatever modesty I could manage. "Sorry, but not only did we already give you one, you're not allowed to remove our towels from the general locker room area." The attendant shrugged their shoulders before she asked to leave. I watched in dismay as the attendant abandoned me, but I wasn't alone for long, for only a few seconds after that I felt a sharp pain on my butt, someone had smacked my naked ass. I yelped and turned around, it was Kelsey, she was no longer dressed in a swimsuit, but had switched to regular workout attire, a pair of spanks and a t-shirt, which made me even more self conscious about my nudity. "Hi again, Sarah, was it?" Kelsey smirked, she didn't mention it, but I instantly knew that she had a hand in the disappearance of all my things. "Did you take my key?" I asked, and Kelsey's grin grew wider. "Sure did, and if you want them back, you'll play a little game with me and Henry." Kelsey flashed my keys from behind her back, my eyes widened at first, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that it was pointless to get them back right about now, my locker was empty after all. "What kind of game?" I asked, swallowing the lump in my throat, the curse was in full force now, I realized. "Oh, nothing too complicated," Kelsey spun the key ring around her finger "you need to win a little challenge, if you do, we give you your clothes back and you're free to go." "... And if I lose?" I asked about the other show still to drop. "You do a little forfeit, and we think of a new challenge for you." Meaning that they could keep me naked and performing any number of humiliating acts for as long as they pleased. What was wrong with me? As soon as the thought crossed my mind, I could feel my nipples harden and my nether regions tingle, was it really the curse? Or was I slowly being conditioned to enjoy this sort of degrading treatment? "Ok, I'll do it." I resigned to my humiliating fate. "Okay then, let's go." Kelsey stepped aside and motioned for me to lead the way. Oh... That's when it hit me, I was going to have to step out into the gym completely naked, the entirety of my humiliation will be in plain sight of all the gym goers, watching me degrade myself and, should I be unfortunate, perform several unthinkable actions as forfeits in front of them. I took one step forward and felt as if I was on the verge of another orgasm, but I managed to keep it under control as we stepped out into the hallway outside of the locker rooms. There was Henry, waiting to see if I would swallow their bait and expose myself out in the open. "Oh hey, the pervert actually came out into the open!" Henry's blunt remake sent me reeling, my face flushed beet red as he continued "I definitely thought she'd refuse and beg for her clothes back, guess you won the bet, you get to challenge her first." There was a bet? I turned to Kelsey, grinning ear to ear as she explained: "I bet I could get you out of there naked and agreeing to our little challenge, if you'd refused I might have considered giving your clothes back to you for just a little orgasm on video." I was feeling light-headed, I was coerced into accepting a humiliating deal that was completely avoidable. "And before you think about it, no, you can't take it back anymore, since we know you're up to it." I don't think I could've blushed any harder, I'd been exposed and humiliated time and time again before, but this time it almost felt like I was part of the reason itself, as if the curse was no longer content with stripping me using outside forces, it wanted me to willingly jump into the humiliation myself. I was first taken to a large gym room where people had their yoga classes, there wasn't a class there at the moment, but there were quite a few people working out and doing their calisthenics and warm ups. For the first few seconds, nobody noticed the naked girl walking into the room, but soon a couple did, then a few, and soon the entire place went from an exercise room to an audience chamber, a stage for my upcoming trial. "Okay, here's your first challenge." Kelsey deliberately raised her voice when laying out her instructions, as to broadcast what was happening "you'll be competing with me on who can do more push ups, you go first, and if I match you, you lose and do the forfeit right here." I nodded nervously; I actually hated doing push ups, I could barely do ten of them before I was completely noodle-armed and exhausted, but I had to push myself to at least try and win here, though looking at how well toned Kelsey's body is, I have to admit I was already anticipating the loss. I crouched down and assumed the position, and began to push, Kelsey began counting out my progress, I was already encircled by the everyone in the room, being watched as I worked away. At around eight I began to feel my arms weaken, the ninth push up was difficult to perform. "Nine- what's wrong Sarah? Don't tell me you're already giving up!?" Kelsey mocked my struggle, I had finished the ninth and was pushing up to the tenth push up. "Ten! Keep going Sarah, we're all standing here waiting for your ass." Kelsey piped up again. "To be fair, we're watching it too." someone from the crowd joked, and everyone chuckled all around me as I managed to eke out the tenth push up. I was slowly edging upwards for the eleventh push up, my arms near failing, I knew I was at my limit, as soon as my arms were extended, they gave out and let my body drop down into a crumpled and exhausted heap. "Wow, I was hoping you'd put up more of a challenge, but it seems like it'll be an easy win for me." Kelsey boasted, and took position right next to where I was now sitting, still breathing heavily from my exercise. I watched in dismay as Kelsey effortlessly pumped out ten push ups, it almost took her half the time it took me to do the entirety of my eleven, and she only kept going, the crowd counting the number of push-ups cheerfully as she continued, their voices celebrating the upcoming humiliation that would be visited upon me. Kelsey slowed down at around twenty before Henry told her to quit showing off as she had already won the challenge. "Well, I guess we keep your clothes and you owe us a forfeit." Kelsey, letting out a little sigh, deliberately raised her voice a little as she declared her victory. "W-what should I do?" I squeezed my thighs together, I was already in full subservience mode, I wasn't thinking about winning, not really, even if I might've had a chance, I was sure I was going to just bumble my way into a loss simply musing about what might happen to me, and that's before considering the curse's own influence. "Well, you've had a bit of a break since your first orgasm," Kelsey began as she gave one of my breasts a squeeze, her voice still raised a little to make sure everyone in the back could hear clearly just how lewd I was "so let's see another one, and this time you have to do it by yourself." Despite having orgasmed in public and in front of so many people, my body never failed to provide the most humiliating response; arousal and readiness to comply, I lay back down and spread my legs open, my hands didn't skip a beat, one reached out to the very breast Kelsey just squeezed and mimicked that very act, the other crept down and came in contact with my eager little clit, even a small brush sent shockwaves through my body as my back arched forcefully, not in orgasm, but in sheer pleasure. My hand down below was not deterred, it powered through the wave of pleasure and continued toying with my joy button, my voice was not muffled either, I was moaning like a filthy slut in front of an entire yoga class who, through my hazy vision, I saw were brandishing their cell phones and capturing my forfeit, another staple of my recent lifestyle. My fingers were not content just teasing my little clit for too long, however, as they moved down to penetrate my soaking wet pussy, they began pumping away inside my folds with abandon, and once again I found myself approaching climax. My hips, until now squirming seductively, bucked in explosive pleasure, lifting off the rubbery floor as my twitching pussy squirted its juices for the second time today, I heard the cheers of the audience around me drowning out my moans and exclamations of cumming. After calming down I was led out into the cardio machine wing followed by some of the people from the yoga class, curious to see what else I was going to do, more people were immediately fixated on the sight of my naked body, though nobody seemed even remotely shocked or upset by my exhibitionist display, in fact, there were a few moments where some people almost tripped and fell on their treadmills and those incidents seemed to garner more worry from everyone than anything that would take place quite soon. "Okay dear, we have your next challenge here, you and Henry will get on treadmills and see who can go further." Kelsey explained as she stood next to two unoccupied treadmills, I felt a bit nervous, I was pretty sure I couldn't as far as Henry, even if I was in better shape "And just to make it more fair, let's say you only have to run half the distance Henry does to win." Was Kelsey trying to give me a glimmer of hope here? Or was this just another way to humiliate me further? After my sordid loss against Kelsey, I wasn't really sure which one was it. Well, I found out later on that Henry enjoyed cross country running as a hobby, so I will leave it to your imagination how miserably I lost (not really if I lost at all, that was never really in question), suffice to say, there were a lot of bouncing parts that really made the trek towards my defeat an especially humiliating ordeal. Once again out of breath, I asked what my next forfeit was as I was yet again surrounded by even more people, it must have been about fifty or so people. Henry sat down on cushioned seating and dropped his shorts, he was already pretty erect and that erection was fairly big, about as big as Gary's actually, and I knew what he wanted. I knelt down and started licking up and down Henry's shaft before putting it in my mouth, the crowd around me was silent, so much that the sounds of my mouth sucking away was probably audible to all of them. Thankfully, it didn't take me bobbing my head too much, only a few minutes of Henry moaning in pleasure before he warned me that he was about to cum, once he was close enough, he pushed me back, stood up and sprayed his hot cum all over my face as the silent crowd instantly erupted into cheers as if he had scored a touchdown in the superbowl. I wiped away some cum from my eyes so I can reopen them, I looked sadly at Kelsey and begged her: "Please, I don't think I can win, can I please go home?" I admitted defeat to the two, and they looked at each other in self-approval before Kelsey responded: "Okay, but you know that means we get to do whatever we want to you, let's say at least for the rest of the day." Kelsey made her offer, and I nodded, at least this meant I wouldn't have to keep parading myself naked in front of the entire gym "Great, then let's go get your clothes and take you home." "We'll have lots more fun there." Henry chimed in as he offered his hand to help me up, this would have been quite gentlemanly if I hadn't just sucked him off and I wasn't naked and splattered with semen. True to their word, the two siblings took me home (naturally, I was still naked all the way back) where Gary was lounging around, he was pleasantly surprised to see me in the state I was in, and even more pleasantly surprised when he saw the two fine specimen walk in behind me. I explained to Gary about the events of the day, naturally I was sat surrounded by all three who made sure I was being molested and fingered thoroughly as I told the story, I believe I had a couple of orgasms before I finished the story, two of many that evening. I was obviously used as their personal plaything, I remember descending into a haze of pleasure at some point, Henry's cock was back in my mouth as Gary was drilling me from behind, I remember them switching positions at some point, and I'm certain there was a point where I was watching Gary have sex with Kelsey as I had sex with Henry. Let's just say there were no more boundaries for me, not with Gary at least, and not with anyone else at that point. This was probably the point when I realized that the curse had won out, I couldn't argue with its effects any more, I was as much its plaything as I was my partners' that night. At some point after we all collapsed from exhaustion, I was certain that I could not resist anything the curse threw at me, from now on anything could happen to me in public, my mind wandered to that old gypsy lady, and whether I'd ever be able to break this spell. This thought was followed by me wondering if I would even have the desire to do so when the time came. SARAH AND THE GYPSIE'S CURSE CH. 06 Sarah and Gary visit the renaissance fair. This curse was getting out of hand! Thankfully, even something as public as my gym outing didn't draw any extreme attention from strangers, despite me even appearing in the local newspaper! The article was bizarre, the title "Local exhibitionist gets shown off in gym", the actual article itself was written as if this was some sort of social outreach event or local festivity, a completely mundane event that was only fit to be broadcast during a slow news day on page six. I was also getting recognized a lot more often recently; nobody treated me any differently, but it seemed a lot more people knew my name and were acting more familiar with me. Gary and I were out having fun at a renaissance fair one day, it appears that Gary had friends who worked there and he wanted to go and check it out, it seemed like a lot of fun as we wandered around, got some medieval-themed snacks and enjoyed the costumed workers as they went about their day. Gary had stopped in front of a small tent with "be a parte of this worlde" sign, he asked if I wanted to try and play a little dress up, I thought it was a bit cheesy, but why not, it would be fun so I agreed. Inside Gary began talking to the attendant of the tent as he paid the fee to use the room in the back, the attendant told me to go on in as Gary had to sign something, the back was essentially a partitioned area of the tent with some clothes racks and a locker for the guests' clothes, I started going through them as Gary finally caught up with me and somehow immediately laid eyes on a dress with massive cleavage. "Only the prettiest... and easiest of the village girls wear this dress." Gary joked, I feigned displeasure at his insinuation, but I was just playing along: "Are you calling me easy?" I asked my hands at my hips, for a second my mind went to the curse, I was easy now, this fired off a pang of embarrassment, but I didn't let it show. "Easy on the eyes," Gary responded with a kiss, and I immediately forgot my worry and reciprocated, soon this turned into a full-blown make out session, I wasn't quite aware that Gary was slowly undressing me, I was too engrossed in his kisses when I found myself completely naked, and before I knew it, I was pushed out the tent flap and into the public, stark butt naked and with no cover in front of dozens of strangers! I probably did the worst thing I could have done in this situation, yell loudly at Gary and cover my naughty bits with my hands, but not bothering to move back into the tent or anything sensible like that, at least not before Gary followed me out and blocked my way back into the tent, this gave the fair workers enough time to gather at my location and declare me a harlot! Of course, no normal renaissance fair would do this, but I had failed to think this through and was swept up in their theatrics, some of the actors even brought over chain link cuffs and collar, holding me in place with my arms behind my back as I was put in chains and paraded around the fairgrounds naked. People laughed and jeered at my humiliating display, some even stepped forward to cop a feel or two, my breasts and ass were treated to more than a few pinches, squeezes, and smacks before we reached a set of stockades, and soon enough I was locked in and unable to move my head and arms, bent over and giving everyone a clear view of my pussy and asshole. "Äs your first of three punishments, you shall receive corporal punishment from the people as penitence to them!" A crier stood in front of me and announced in a booming voice, much to the delight of the crowd. And so began my punishment, I was soon feeling hands smacking against my displayed butt, I was getting spanked by the crowd around me, I wasn't even able to count how many times I'd been smacked in the rear, but what I could tell was that this was not the extent of my ordeal, I felt many hands sneak their way to grope and play with my hanging breasts, I felt many fingers sneak their way into my pussy, both of which regrettably betrayed me and began showing signs of arousal. "Excuse me! Excuse me!" Salvation had come, I heard Gary's voice over the bustling throngs that surrounded me, and the crier called out for silence, everyone listened, and I was, for the moment, spared further indignity as the crowd fell back and created space for my boyfriend to plead with the crier. "Hi, I'm this lady's boyfriend, there must be a misunderstanding here, I just meant it as a little prank." Gary attempted to reason with the crier but received nothing but boos from the crowd, nevertheless, he pushed on "Can't you let her go? Just this once!" "That is unacceptable, harlots must be punished, and so must their companions!" The crier rebutted, and the crowd cheered for Gary's inadvertent involvement: "Your punishment shall be to shame yourself, by displaying the sight you hold in highest privilege, and the act your companion holds most private!" It took me a second to process what was being said, but before I could respond, the crier spelled it out "you must show us your companion's climax." I would have flinched if not for, well, the stocks I was stuck in, they wanted Gary to show them MY orgasm? How was that a punishment for him!? "Come on!" Gary protested, but nobody was having it. "If you do not comply, you will be forced into the stocks as well, and be subjected to the same punishment!" The crier escalated the threat, Gary had no choice. "I'm sorry honey..." Gary whispered in my ear, and I wanted to kick myself as I felt my loins tingle in anticipation, to think being subjected to this humiliation would turn me on so much! Gary's hands were as gentle and skilled as ever, softly massaging my breasts as his fingers tweaked my nipples and caressed my wet lips, the effect was even more pronounced after the rough treatment of the crowd, and I could not help but moan almost immediately, earning me jeers from the crowd and the labels "slut" and "harlot", among other things, were tossed around. It wasn't long before Gary's fingers found themselves inside of me, my body did its best to rock back and forth with the rhythm of his movement, I was lost deep in ecstasy, and I was about to hit my orgasm when: "Stop!" Gary's hands retreated, and I was left humping the air in desperation, seeking release from the agonizing state I was left in, so close to the edge, yet so far away. "You have received your punishment admirably, however, for the shame to be complete, your companion must declare her own depravity in penitence, she must bring herself to climax by her own hands!" And so my right hand was released from the stocks, but nothing else, I stopped for a moment, considering the implication; I had to essentially admit that I was a "harlot" to everyone here, and I had to do it by fingering myself to orgasm. God, how I hated the fact that the mere thought of doing so drove me over the edge, I don't even remember moving my hand, I only realized that my fingers were deep in my pussy, pumping away when I was cumming, my orgasm hit like a freight train as my juices gushed out like a breaking dam for everyone to see. My fingers didn't stop, wave after wave of orgasm crashed over my body as I convulsed violently, unable to hold back my own lust even as I was barely able to stand with the strength leaving my shaky legs, the last thing I remember thinking as the crowd cheering wildly was that I truly was what they said I was. I don't know how long I blacked out, but I came to when the stocks were unlocked and I slumped onto the ground, Gary helped me up to my knees, and I couldn't help but notice the bulge in his pants that was staring me in the face. "Your final punishment is to apologize to your companion, for you have dragged them through hell in your debauchery." I believe the crier was addressing me with that declaration, but I was only half-listening as I undid the buttons on Gary's pants and let his penis out, I stared at it hungrily for a second before taking it in my mouth. I don't know how pent up Gary was, but he didn't last long, I barely managed to get into a rhythm with my head bobbing when Gary announced that he was ready to cum, I let the semen flow into my mouth and let Gary's flaccid cock out of my mouth once he was fully drained, I swallowed the deposit, still in my mouth, in one go. The crowd began clapping as the crier announced my absolution, Gary helped me up and led me away from the crowd, who were content to let us go on our merry way. "Come on, the tent with your clothes is this way," Gary gently ushered me back to the tent, thinking back on it, there must have been people staring at me walking around dazed and butt naked, but I don't think I had the capacity to notice them "So what did you think?" "What?" Still, in a stupor, I tried to parse what Gary meant by that. "Apparently, the attendant for the costume tent recognized you and asked if I could get you naked," Gary explained, and I slowly began piecing things together as my brain kicked back into action "I didn't really know what to expect, but he said they had a little plan, but I figured you'd enjoy it, I guess I was right, they said they wouldn't push you too far but you really played along." I stepped away from Gary for a moment, still stumbling, I tripped over to a bench that was behind me, looking up in shock as I came to realize what had transpired, I certainly was enjoying my humiliation, and now that I thought about it, the crier asked me to apologize to Gary, so why did I just automatically assume that meant that I should give him a blowjob? Because that's how it goes in the stories I enjoy? Because that's how the curse would have humiliated me? Was I really pushing past what the curse was forcing me to do? That sounded absurd, I'd pleaded so often to people to let me go and not put me in these positions, but nobody would help me, and now they were telling me that I was playing along and pushing past what was asked of me? The fact that I couldn't quite honestly refute the possibility only produced the predictable response from my body, I felt myself almost squirm in randiness, I considered for a second if it was just another effect of the curse, making me more sensitive and more willing, but frighteningly enough, that question felt far easier to answer. As all those thoughts crystallized in my mind, I noticed that my hands were moving on their own, my breasts and pussy were under assault. I fingered myself to yet another orgasm right there on the bench. SARAH AND THE GYPSIE'S CURSE CH. 07 Sarah tries stripping Gary again, this time at the beach. I didn't have much luck stripping Gary the last time, so I wanted to try again and see what would come of it. It was around the end of summer that Gary told me about his friend who had heard of this private beach with limited access, and was willing to talk to the managers so we can get access to it, so we were both very excited to go there. Naturally, my excitement came from a different place than Gary's, I was looking for an opportunity to see if I could pull a fast one on Gary and leave him as humiliated as he had left me so many times before, and confirm whether or not the curse would let me strip someone else, and I thought this was a prime opportunity to enact my experiment. Truth be told, this wasn't a purely academic endeavor, I must admit that I thought it would be pretty hot to orchestrate a situation where Gary is naked and humiliated in public, in fact I was so fixated on the idea I was beginning to fantasize about it, about distracting him and stealing his swimming trunks in water, forcing him to come out on land and having everyone laugh and point at him, I might even let a few girls play with his flopping dick, that would surely get him hard, and I would use that to make him cum in front of everyone. I continued to contemplate the idea, and I decided to include a couple of my friends in the act, after all, that's just more assurance that my plan would succeed, or so I thought, I called them and convinced them to come, as long as I could get them access to the beach, I begrudgingly accepted, and this meant that I had to go talk to Gary's friend. I managed to get his number out of Gary's phone and called him up, he agreed to get my friends into the beach provided I did something for him, I knew where this was going; he told me that he'd heard about all the sorts of stuff I was made to do by Gary, and he knew me and Gary were fairly open with our relationship (no thanks to the curse, obviously), so he asked me for a blowjob! Now, this wasn't really that bad of a deal, after all, it's not like the internet wasn't plastered with videos of me giving head and worse, but it was the idea that not only did everyone know about me, but they were more than willing to push me around and make me do such humiliating things in exchange for the simplest favors. I bit the bullet and reminded myself that this was all to get Gary back, so I got on my knees and gave him what he wanted, and true to his word, my friends later told me that they received a call from him telling them that they were allowed in, and so everything was in place to enact my plan. And so came the day of our trip to the beach. I had, as planned, worn a one piece suit tight enough to show off my curves and also to keep from falling off or being easily removed, while Gary was wearing a set of normal swimming trunks. At the beach's entrance the guard stopped us, Gary showed him our invite and the guard, after examining it, was about to let us in until he saw and stopped me. "Sorry ma'am, you can't come in like that." The guard blocked my way, I was shocked and puzzled at this, I asked him why, he pointed at a sign near the entrance "You see ma'am, this is a topless beach, and I can't let you in wearing that swimsuit." My jaw dropped, I looked over at Gary and saw the knowing look in his eyes, he kept that little piece of information to himself just so he could catch me by surprise, to be fair, this wasn't even close to being his worst prank played on me, though I wouldn't put it past him to have some plan to escalate the humiliation. "Fine, I'll just lower the swimsuit down to my waist." Defeated, I resigned myself to exposing my breasts on this beach, it would make my revenge a little less sweet, but I would be normally dressed while Gary had to contend with being fully naked, and then the guard dropped the bombshell on me. "Sorry ma'am, but that won't do, I can't guarantee that you won't just put it back on, the whole thing's gotta go." And so the guard smacked me with a twist that pulverized my plans to dust, worst yet, I had been hoisted by my own petard, as Gary would have no idea on what type of suit I'd wear, or that the beach would enforce their rules so ludicrously, my hands shakily pushed the suit down my hips and legs until it crumpled down near my feet. Now that I was naked, stripping Gary naked as well could only be so humiliating, let's be fair, if the two of us were naked, people would probably focus more on me, and Gary would find a way to make it worse, and that was without the influence of the curse ramping up my humiliation. But once again I soldiered on, humiliating Gary even a little would still be a victory for me, and I still had my girlfriends waiting inside and ready to help me humiliate him, so I had the advantage inside, but for now I was naked, and I was the only one. Once inside, the staring, pointing and laughing began, this was not how it was supposed to go, it was supposed to be Gary who got stripped and laughed at by everyone while I would be the one squeezing his ass as he shrunk in humiliation, but once again the curse struck, leaving me in that role. "Oh my god, I can't believe this!" I heard a familiar voice coming from behind us, and right on cue, here come my friends Melissa and Star, ready to witness my abject failure. "You got stripped again!? Already!?" I felt my body heat surge without limit, I was covering my privates in shame as my very friends came over, laughing and teasing at the sight before them, and because everyone was already used to seeing me naked like this, they had no misgivings about pinching my hardening nipples and smacking my exposed rear. "And after all that effort you put into trying to trick Gary into stripping, you managed to fuck it up." Uh oh. "Sorry, what?" Gary's ears perked up at the mention of my plot, this was the worst possible outcome. "Oh yeah, she had this whole elaborate plan about how she was going to seduce you and strip you naked, then parading you around the beach and letting everyone play with you until you came." yeah, keep running your mouth Melissa, you're doing great! "You know, the typical thing that happens to her." "Well, not really, I don't think she ever got DP'ed in front of everyone before, that's why we brought the strap-ons." Goddammit Star. "Well, that's not very nice." Gary said in a condescending tone, giving one of my nipples a firm pinch that produced a yelp out of me and, as much as I didn't want to admit it, it made me so unbelievably wet "I think you deserve a little punishment, what do you girls think?" "Yeah!" Melissa and Star turned on me right there on the spot, and any hope of me getting Gary back evaporated with their betrayal. And so began my humiliating parade, at first I had my hands tied behind my back with my own swimsuit as Gary and the girls took a couple of commemorative photos, and then I found myself bent over and spanked in front of everyone at the beach, the laughing and pointing only increased, and my friends took advantage of my prone state to grope my dangling breasts, all while Gary took the time to tease my pussy as he delivered hard and stinging smacks to my bottom. I was then straightened back up and held in place as Gary slowly fondled me and fingered me repeatedly inserting and pumping two fingers inside of my pussy for all to see, this was even different from his usual fondling that tended to be very gentle and sweet, instead I was subjected to something similar to what I do myself in these situation, meaning he was fingering me without any accountancy for my dignity, it was fingering meant to make me cum as fast and as hard as possible. I was barely allowed to move at all as Melissa and Star held me by my arms behind my back and even spread my legs apart to give everyone a clear view to the action, letting Gary do his work until I came to a squirting orgasm, it didn't take long thanks to my exposure and Gary's earlier teasing and spanking, my juices gushed down my thighs as my hips bucked with uncontrollable pleasure in front of hundreds of strangers, no doubt all laughing at me and recording me. That was only the beginning as my two friends used the very strap-ons I intended to use on Gary to spit-roast me in front of everyone, and Gary soon joined them, making me blow him until he came in my mouth, I was kicking myself knowing how spectacularly this backfired. Once I was sufficiently debased, I had to stay naked for the duration of the planned trip, and since no one was willing to leave early on account of this special opportunity, that meant I was naked in front of everyone for hours, and whenever someone talked to us, Gary and everyone else would invite them to touch me, this led to many more orgasms as complete strangers were offered to grope me, and when they were not told to stop, kept going until I was being fingered to another orgasm. Of course, the more often this happened, the braver people got, soon I was no longer enjoying the beach, I was too occupied with a half dozen hands mauling at my body and bringing me to one orgasm after another with no breaks in between, I had essentially become a public use toy to be played with. At the end it didn't matter, and I believe Star and Melissa only continued running their mouths and told Gary about how I gave his friend a blowjob, and before long I was once again on my knees giving complete strangers yet more blowjobs. I was so exhausted by the end of the day, I didn't notice that Gary and the girls had taken my swimsuit and ran back to the car right away, leaving me naked and alone, I rushed to the parking lot as soon as I noticed, and was greeted by the car leaving with everyone waving at me, I gave chase all the way to the street, and I still wasn't let in, I was left to run around naked for the amusement of Gary and my friends. I was eventually let into the car, where I was sandwiched between Star and Mel who continued to play with my body, not aggressively enough to make me cum again, but enough to make me squirm in impatience and arousal, at this point I was completely exhausted and unable to resist, I just sat there in submission as they amused themselves. We finally got home to our apartment, I was told to sit with my back against the apartment door as one last video was recorded: "Sarah, do you remember how many orgasms you had today?"Gary asked, quite certain neither of us knew the answer to that one. "No, I lost count." I answered meekly, the answer putting a bullet point on how much indignity I've suffered through. "Do you think you can cum again?" Gary asked the more important question, it was obvious what was coming, or more appropriately, who was cumming. "I don't know." I lied, despite the constant climaxing of today, as sore as my pussy felt, I knew for a fact that I could still orgasm, and quite easily at that, I stopped squirting a while ago, but that was it. "You better hope you can, because I won't let you in until you cum while apologizing for trying to strip me." This curse could be so cruel sometimes, but my body loved it, and I knew I had no choice but to obey. I let my fingers do their job, slipping into my squelching wet pussy as my hips bounced up and down on the apartment floor, I began saying how sorry I was, how I shouldn't have tried to strip my boyfriend, I knew how unfair it was that this kept happening to me but I couldn't fight back, and now I'm being forced to apologize for trying, my brain maybe just snapped at that moment because I began apologizing for enjoying this and for being a slut. The more I apologized and basically demeaned myself, the hotter I felt myself getting, and so I kept on doing it until I could stand it no longer, my body shook with the thunderous climax, this was the biggest orgasm of my entire life, caught on camera as always. I was finally let inside, but I didn't get dressed, I served everyone drinks while naked, and had to obey their every command, which of course chalked up a couple more orgasms to today's streak. I can't quite remember when the two decided to go home, but at the end of the night, Mel and Star were treated to a show of me on my knees sucking Gary's cock as I fingered myself, I was insatiable in more ways than one. It seems the more I try to strip Gary (or maybe anyone, not that I've tried), the harder the curse brings its attention to me, I'm not sure how that works, but it was good to know. SARAH AND THE GYPSIE'S CURSE CH. 08 Sarah and Gary go to the pier. It has been a while since the last time I got stripped by the curse, despite secretly admitting to myself that I enjoyed all of the ordeals it had put me through, I was not vocally against the reprieve I was getting, and so since I sorta gave up on the idea of getting Gary back for now, I assumed the powers that be left ME be as well, to be honest, I was starting to miss the curse a little. I was wrong, on many levels, and honestly I was glad to be wrong. The next time something happened was when we were heading to the pier for a day off, it was a week before halloween and the weather was really nice, not too warm but warm enough to wear a light summer dress that Gary asked me to wear. I may not have made it clear, but I was really into Gary, not to mention that outside of the curse related incidents, he was the sweetest guy I knew, so I figured it was okay to go along with this suggestion, plus I got a little hopeful that this may lead to yet another curse incident. The pier itself was very crowded, it was a weekend so a lot of people showed up to undo all the stress of the week with the multitude of kiosks and rides, many of the places sported the early decorations of the autumn season. And many were even out wearing their costumes out already! "What should we ride first?" I asked Gary, looking around at all the attractions available to us. "How about the ferris wheel?" Gary pointed at the ferris wheel that was the landmark of this pier. It sounded like a great idea to see the entire place from above, so I went along with it. Naturally, we weren't wrong and the view was amazing, I may have been acting a little too giddy as we ascended to the peak of the wheel. "I love this view." I breathed out. "I love this view more." Gary said as he looked me up and down, I was feeling pretty good about wearing the dress, even more when he scooted over to my side and started making out with me. I was getting pretty hot as I didn't resist Gary taking my bra and panties off without even removing my dress, his hands wandered around, squeezing my breasts and even fingering me just a bit before time ran out and we neared the final round of the wheel's trip. When we got off the ride, I failed to notice Gary locking the door on my dress, this meant that when the wheel continued to allow people to get off, my dress was pulled up until it was completely off my body. I was completely humiliated as Gary pleaded with the operator (who I later found out was promised a little something extra by Gary) to turn the wheel back, obviously, he refused. I was extremely panicked, whenever my eyes weren't glued to the cabin from which my dress was fluttering, I was constantly glancing around me to make sure no one saw too much of me, which I wasn't even sure was possible as so many people were already staring at me, some were laughing, some seemed to feel pity for me (not enough to give me anything to wear, though), and some were simply enjoying my blatant humiliation as they photographed and video recorded me. "Sorry honey, no dice." Gary mumbled sheepishly and shrugged as he returned to my side. "Well there has to be so-" I didn't get to finish my thought as Gary grabbed my arms and twisted them behind my back, next thing I heard was the clicking of metal against metal as something wrapped itself around my wrists. I was handcuffed. "Wha..." I wasn't even capable of reacting to what just happened, I was now fully exposed in front of dozens if not hundreds of people and powerless to cover anything up, I felt Gary's hand squeeze my ass. "I thought you might have wanted a little break from being stripped since last time," Gary whispered in my ear, and I could feel a little chill run through my spine "but you seemed to be a little sexually frustrated, even though we've been having more sex." I couldn't deny this, the break was nice, but I was only starting to enjoy sexual activity while getting stripped on a regular basis. Almost as if in response, one of Gary's fingers snuck its way to my pussy lips, I couldn't believe how electrifying one touch could be as the finger barely grazed my them. "I -" and once again, before I could even muster a response, I found myself silenced, this time by something being stuffed into my mouth and gagging me, they were my panties. Almost as if gagging me freed up some of my brain's ability to notice the world around me, I was suddenly painfully aware of the people staring at me, pointing and laughing at my humiliating and degrading appearance, those with children shooed them away and covered their sight as to shield them from my debauchery, and I wasn't even aware that I could come this close to orgasm just by being seen. "It's not going to be that much fun just standing here, let's go." Gary's hand pulled back and squeezed a butt cheek before giving it a good smack, I had a mini-orgasm right there on the spot "I guess I was right, look at how wet your pussy is, you're leaking like a faucet." My body was reacting to this situation the way a starving man reacted to a feast laid out in front of him, ravenous could not begin to describe my loins' conditions. I then felt Gary's fingers slip into my pussy with practically zero resistance, I experienced another mini-orgasm, and I felt him pull me forward that way, I was literally being led around by my boyfriend through the pier by my pussy. It occurred to me at that moment that he had me literally wrapped around his finger, I wasn't even sure how I was still able to resist having the biggest orgasm of my life right then and there. I was slowly led through the pier's walkways as people watched in morbid curiosity a naked woman with panties stuffed in her mouth being led around by the pussy, many snickered and spoke in hushed voices, I heard many derogatory words thrown my way, each one making my pussy pulse with ecstasy, I didn't notice us reaching our destination, a theater hall that was used during special events, until we were right at its back door. Gary led me around to the backstage of the theater, and once we were on the stage proper, the curtains parted to reveal a fully occupied audience, I saw a sign hanging above me: LIVE EROTIC SHOW This was prepared especially for me, I felt myself being turned back around by Gary to face the crowd, and without skipping a beat, he began playing with my breasts and fingering my pussy as I stood there on stage. The crowd began to chant: "Make her squirt!" Gary's fingers took on the chant's rhythm, despite knowing for a fact that this was the most turned on I've been in my life, I futilely attempted to resist, but it was no use, I was slowly inched to orgasm, and Gary delivered the final blow: "Come on honey, you know you want to squirt in front of everyone." I lost total control at that moment, I screamed through the panties in ecstasy as my juices squirted out onto the stage in front of everyone and I experienced the greatest orgasm of my life to date as I fell to my knees. "I want to thank you all for coming here tonight, you've made Sarah's day." Gary shouted out to the crowd below "But there's one person who deserves special thanks this evening, come on up!" I saw the same Ferris wheel operator who refused to cooperate in retrieving my dress earlier climbing onto the stage, it really drove home how easily I was convinced that I had to stay naked, and it made Gary's words about me wanting to experience this sort of humiliation a more present thought in my head. The operator stopped in front of me and unzipped his pants, his cock right there in front of my face, I knew what was being asked of me, I had been going out with Gary for a while now and the idea of sucking off anyone else still felt kinda wrong, but my pussy was insisting otherwise, maybe it was my lust speaking, but my brain was rationalizing the idea with the fact that it was Gary who was giving me permission as he removed my panties from my mouth. Now on my knees, I opened my mouth and began sucking the operator's hard cock, bobbing my head back and forth as my tongue wrapped around the stiff length of it. As I sucked away, I felt Gary's hands untying mine and guiding my hips up until I was essentially on my hands and knees, the operator following Gary's lead as he as well dropped down to his knees, that's when I felt my pussy lips parting behind me, the familiar sensation of Gary's own hard shaft entering me instantly made me moan with pleasure, not only was I having sex with Gary in front of a live audience, I was being spitroasted by a complete stranger, and it was the best sex I've had in ages! I knew it, Gary was right! There was no competition between all I had felt today and the long stretch of frustration that came before it, if only at that moment, I was convinced I needed this sort of humiliation to be satisfied, and as soon as that thought entered my head, I felt myself orgasm again as hot cum filled my mouth and pussy. The last thing I remember was the cheers of the crowd as I finally collapsed on the stage in a messy heap of semen, sweat and my own juices, fully aware that there was probably nowhere in our town that I could go and not be recognized as the lady who keeps getting stripped, humiliated and fucked in public. That didn't sound too bad, honestly, especially considering how everyone else began treating me, but that's another story.

Showing Off by Isabella I'd been visiting with Ann, an old school friend, for the day. We were taking advantage of the early summer sun to start our tans before the main summer holidays while we caught up on the past ten years, I'd suspected that if it was sunny we'd be tanning, because, when we were at school Ann spent most of every summer's day dressed in only her bikini so I'd taken my new bikini with me to her house. But Ann had changed a lot since our school days and I should have realised that she would...after all, I'd changed a lot since school. But Ann hadn't changed for the better, while I lay on a lounger, in her back yard, she was 'Sky-clad' and she spent most of the day trying to talk me into joining her in the nude. I'd turned her down every time she asked, there were too many windows looking down into Ann's back yard. I'd told Ann all about my husband but it didn't take very long. I hadn't wanted to tell Ann just how boring my sex life was with him but Ann drew it out of me and I ended up telling her all about my sex life with my husband. Ann took great delight in telling me all about her sex life and in very graphic detail. Ann told me all about her three husbands, well, she'd had three of her own husbands and several more that belonged to other women. We chatted for so long that I ran out of time and before I knew it we were into evening rush hour. I didn't bother to get changed out of my bikini, I just wrapped my small chiffon scarf around my waist as a sarong and drove home with only my bikini top covering my upper body. Traffic was far worse than usual and a journey that should have taken ninety minutes tops in rush hour was even slower, after an hour I wasn't even half way home. I'd reached a stretch of twin carriageway road, just before Clophill, a small village just outside Luton...Clophill seemed to be where the problem was. The wider road didn't help the problem, it just allowed other cars to pass me and force their way back into the traffic queue ahead of me. My mobile rang, fortunately I had hands free so I could answer safely. It was Ann... "Well, you certainly stirred things up around here Sarah!" "How...why?" As soon as you left, Steve dragged me behind the shed and ravished me for an hour!" "Steve...isn't your husband David?" "Yes...Steve is the guy next door." "You're incorrigible Ann. Wasn't David in the living room when I left..God..." He was...what's up?" "Well, I'm stuck in traffic and the guy in the car next to me is leering at me, he's making some rather disgusting gestures too." "Wow, lucky girl, who is he?" No idea, he's driving a massive American car, it has a company logo on it, a company car I think, the name on the side window says S&P Wright, Commercial Photographic Services of Luton." "Is he handsome?" "Ruggedly good looking!" "Well then, I don't see a problem, give him a flash of your tits...see what comes up!" "I can't do that... I'm not like you." "No, I know that...and you don't have half the fun that I have because I'm open and upfront about sex and you're a closed book. I'm going to try and find out what's holding you up, I'll ring you back." In the crawl of traffic he pulled ahead of me slightly and a few seconds later I caught him up again. I was scoping him out a little through my peripheral vision... without being too obvious. He was talking on his mobile phone not using hands free but with his phone against his ear. My telephone rang again, the screen told me that it was Ann calling me back, "There's been a fire in Clophill, just ahead of you, there's a building in danger of falling down so nothing is going through the village. The only movement ahead of you are cars that are managing to get turned around ahead of you. His name's Simon by the way...if you're interested, let him get in front of you and follow him in to the lay-by that's three hundred yards ahead of you." "How..." "While I was on the internet looking at the traffic problems on the A6, I checked the company's website, they had Simon's name and mobile number in the contacts list so I called him. He's forty-five years old, divorced with no kids and he's just looking for no strings sex." Talking to Ann distracted me momentarily, long enough for Simon to get his nose ahead of me, it wasn't so much me letting him get in front of me, which Ann had told me would be my agreement to meeting with him in the lay-by. A massive shudder ran through my body as I watched Simon's car wriggle ahead of me in the queue...phase one had happened by accident, but would I chicken out at the last minute, phase two would take an action on my part...I'd have to follow Simon into the lay-by. It took another fifteen minutes for Simon to reach the throat of the lay-by and start his turn into it. The whole fifteen minutes were spent talking to Ann about my options. Ann was trying to talk me into following Simon into the lay-by. "But, if I do, what if he does something that I don't want to do?" I got another massive shiver running through my body as Simon pulled to the left and slipped into the lay-by and the moment of truth came to me, I'd just told Ann that Simon had reached the lay-by but that I wasn't sure that I'd be following him in. "Just remember, it has to be fun for both of you, it's okay to say no to something or even to say stop if things go too far but I can hear it in your voice...you really want to...!" I protested at Ann's comment that she could hear anything in my voice. "You're kidding me, I can hear the excitement in your voice, stop being safe.... safe is boring...after ten years of boring, just try to be open and honest with yourself for once...go and have some fun but remember you can call an end to anything that you don't like" I didn't tell Ann but I'd never said no before... I just didn't usually put myself into positions where I'd need to say no or stop. I waited another twenty seconds before I girded my loins and followed Simon into the lay-by. Simon was standing at the side of his car when I pulled up behind him. The lay-by had a burger van parked in it serving hot food and drink, as I stepped out of my car wearing just a bikini and the chiffon scarf tied around my waist that hid nothing at all from view and at least six other men were watching me closely as I slid out of my seat to meet Simon. I offered Simon my right hand to shake but he didn't teach out with his right hand to shake mine, he took my right hand in his left, his right hand caught my left shoulder and pulled my body into his, pressing his lips against mine and his groin into my belly. Usually when I kissed anyone, I closed my eyes but Simon's sudden launch into me took me by so much surprise that my eyes were still open and I could see that Simon and I were the centre of attention for six other men in the lay-by drinking coffee and tea. After the shock of Simon's initial onslaught, I relaxed into his kiss and closed my eyes. It was a five hundred Mississippi kiss and as his tongue wriggled into my mouth, he twisted his hips from side to side, rubbing the bulge in the front of his trousers against my belly. He pulled his mouth away from mine and said, "Can I get you a coffee while we get to know each other better?" He looked from the burger van to a picnic table out in full view of the cars out on the main road as well as all the men drinking their beverages in the lay-by. "Thanks for the offer but I've had gallons of coffee already today and there isn't a toilet on the way home." "Actually, there is a public toilet in Clophill's market place, at the back of the car park...but if you don't want a coffee, we can still sit at the picnic table and get to know each other better!" I had to suppress my smile at his eagerness to sit out in the open with me dressed the way I was. "I'm sorry but I'm not really dressed for sitting at the side of the main road!" Ann's voice whispered in my ear as if she was sitting on my shoulder, 'You're trying to back out of it...you're never going to have any fun unless you grab situations by the horns!' With that thought running through my head I'd chivvied myself to agree to his next question...whatever it was! "Okay then, come and sit with me in the back of my car and we can get to know each other better in there and no one can see in because I've got privacy glass fitted." My "Yes!" came out a little too quickly, I must have seemed very eager to get in the back seat of his American behemoth. He walked over to the off-side rear door and opened it. I slid in and sat behind what should have been the driver's seat in a British car, "Slide over!" I looked at the other door, if he was a gentleman he would have closed my door for me and run around the car to the other side and get in, not expect me to slide all the way over the massive bench seat...that was until I realised that there were leaves pressing against the window of the other door, because his car was so much wider than mine he'd had to put the left hand side of his car into the bushes. I slid over to the left and I saw him looking down at the seat with a massive grin on his face. I looked down and to my right, there was almost a puddle of my excitement sitting under where my bottom had been and worse...there was a slime trail, from that puddle to my current position on the left hand side of the back seat. Simon slid in, he didn't stop on the right as I'd expected him to, he slid into the middle of the seat and then on a little further, closer to me, he leaned in and kissed me, digging his tongue into my mouth again as he slipped the right shoulder strap of my bikini top away from my neck and pulled it down over my right arm. He kissed down onto my neck and over my collarbone as I looked all around to see who could see in. I could see all six men quite clearly but realised that they could see almost nothing in the back of the car. There wasn't even a gap between the two front seats to look through as the front of the car had the same bench seat as the back. Simon exposed my right breast and then kissed his way down over my breast to my nipple. As he worked my right nipple with his mouth he was easing the left shoulder strap of my bikini top down over my left arm. I was now effectively topless while sitting in the back of his car. I had a minor climax as he switched from one nipple to the other as he unfastened the back strap of my top. He eased his body away from mine as he looked at my bare breasts, I was looking nervously at the six men outside the car who seemed to be closing in on the car, he saw the worried look on my face and checked where the other men were, "You don't need to worry, they can't see anything inside the back of the car unless they come right up to the glass and cut the background light out with their hands." "What about from the front?" "All they can see is our heads but I can cover that for you!" He pulled my right shoe off and lifted my leg, he eased his back forward and pushed my right foot between his hip and the back of the seat. I was suddenly turned in my seat so that my back was against the door but people would still be able to see my head over the front seat. He hooked his hands behind my knees and pulled my bum away from the door. The back of my head slid down the glass and bumped down over the leather door card and onto the armrest set in the door. Now I was truly hidden from view from the front and he was untying the chiffon scarf from around my waist. He kissed his way down from my breasts and over my stomach; he kissed down to my bikini bottoms. I'd chosen tie side bikini bottoms but I'd tied them in double knots for security...I'd have to rethink that though because they didn't hold him up much, the right hand side was untied in just a few seconds and he was pushing my panties down the length of my left leg just as his lips reached the point where the waistband had been. He kissed his way over my ginger powder-puff and onwards, down even further, he was kissing me now where no man had ever kissed me before and then not kissing, licking, easing his tongue deeper inside my body, drinking the nectar of excitement that my body was producing. I was pulled again and my head fell off of the armrest, he kissed his way back up my body and pushed his tongue back into my mouth as he pushed another part of his body in that tight place that his tongue had just left. I gasped as his cock slipped into my body, the first man apart from my husband to ever invade my body. As he fucked me he kissed and then he said, "Does your husband like to watch you being fucked in the nude?" "My husband hasn't seen me in the nude...not really..." my voice tailed off at that point as I couldn't speak while my orgasm crashed through my body, the most powerful orgasm I'd had in my life. "You look surprised!" I put my hand against his chest to stop him fucking me and then fought to get my breath back before saying, "I never knew sex could feel like this!" I took my hand off of his chest and he started to fuck me again, then he pushed his body away from mine and looked down the length of my body. I lifted my head as well and looked down. I'd assumed that he had just unzipped his trousers and pulled his cock out of his fly to fuck me but I was wrong, his trousers and underpants were down below his knees and his cock was heavily veined and looked a little like it was coated in tree bark, he looked at my face again and grinned. "How often does your husband lick you out?" "He's never even looked down there, never mind licking me down there." "How often have you sucked his cock?" I felt my face colour up as I shook my head, "I've never sucked him either, he's never asked me to." "Have you ever offered to do it for him?" I shook my head, "I'm not the kind of person to ask for any kind of sex...I'm not usually the kind of person to do this either. Not having sex in a lay-by or having sex with a stranger." "Would you suck my cock if I asked you to?" I had another minor climax from his cock as well as his asking me for oral sex. Ann was back on my shoulder again, she was whispering over and over again, 'Say yes!' "If you'd like me to try...I can't promise anything special though!" He pulled his cock out of me and then dragged me onto my hands and knees on the seat at his side. He gave me directions on how to suck his cock as he sat on the right hand side seat in the back of the car. He didn't get to his endgame in my mouth, just let me give him fifteen minutes of pleasure with my mouth before stopping me. "Did you like that?" I lifted my head up and nodded it as I leaned in and kissed him. As I kissed him I realised that anyone looking in the front window would be able to see quite a bit of my body now but I suddenly didn't care. "Would you like to do it again?" I started to move back to his cock to take him in my mouth again...perhaps to completion this time. "Not on me, I'd like to fuck you doggy style and cum in your cunt...I was wondering if you'd like to suck him while I fuck you!" I looked at his face, he was nodding his head in the direction of the left hand side door, a man had managed to squeeze in between the car and the bush and he was looking at my naked arse. He hadn't needed to shield his eyes from the sun, the trees and bushes were doing that job for him. There were two voices urging me on, Ann's voice in my head telling me to do it and Simon's voice telling me that I'd love the feeling of two cocks in me at the same time. Simon turned me around and my nose was almost touching the glass in the door as Simon manoeuvred his body into place behind me. "You ever fucked this way before?" I shook my head and looked over my shoulder at him. I looked to the front of the car again, I could see the men out in the lay-by drinking coffee and tea and if I could see them, the chances were that they could see me as well. As Simon started fucking me from behind he wound the window down and the man who was watching us leaned in and started fondling my breasts as he kissed me. Simon said, "Give her your cock to suck!" The man stood upright, he didn't need to open his trousers, he already had then down around his knees as he had been masturbating himself as he watched us through the darkened glass. He pressed his body against the car's door and fed his cock in through the open window to me. I started to suck him, the way that Simon had just taught me to, as Simon threw his hips against my buttocks hard, causing a resounding slapping sound and causing me to gasp into the man's groin. Simon was fucking me far harder than I'd even thought possible, hitting me from behind so hard that he was forcing my mouth further down the stranger's cock than I'd intended. I started to gag and cough as the cock in my mouth sank ever deeper. Simon grabbed a fist full of my short hair on the back of my head, pulling it back hard, altering the angle between my throat and the guy's cock, "Relax and swallow as hard as you can!" There was another hard slap of his hips against my buttocks as he rammed his cock into my cunt hard again and I felt the twang of my larynx as it was being moved out of the way as the cock in my mouth bulldozed into my throat and I stopped gagging. There was the sound of a mobile phone going off, I knew that it wasn't mine; my phone was still in the cradle in the car being charged up. "Hello..." It was Simon's phone, he was still fucking me as he listened on the phone, "...hold on, I'll face time with you!" I heard Ann's voice on Simon's phone, "I was just ringing to see if my friend followed you into the lay-by." Simon chuckled and then I heard Ann say, "Good God girl, when you get going, you really get going!" I eased my mouth off of the stranger's cock and looked, Simon was holding his mobile phone against the back of the front seat so that Ann could see the three of us in action. "Having fun Sarah?" I nodded my head, I was about to say something when the guy leaning against the door of the car tapped my shoulder and pushed his cock against the side of my face. "Sorry Ann, can't chat now!" I turned back to the cock and started swallowing it again, Simon didn't need to pull my hair this time, it appeared that once a cock had moved the internal organ's of the neck around the first time, the cock could get inside it easily thereafter. Knowing that Ann was watching me suck and fuck added an extra dimension to my orgasm and to my sucking the cock, he exploded in my throat in just two minutes as Ann encouraged him to fuck my face harder. I took his ejaculant directly into my stomach so didn't actually get to taste it. There was a beep, I wondered if it was another call coming into Simon's phone but heard Ann say, "Ooops, got to take this, I'll call back later!" Simon exploded into my cunt and fell against my back puffing and panting as his phone rang again. He left my body and pulled me back onto the seat before opening the call up again to Ann. "Well darling...you look a lot happier than you did when you were at my house earlier...you look well fucked. That call was from your John, he asked me if I knew where you were, he'd tried to call you on your mobile but you didn't answer. I told a little white lie on your behalf, I told him that you had only just left and I also told him about the fire in Clophill and told him that you could be very late home...so you can stay there and have as much fun as you like!" Ann then started holding a conversation with Dave in her living room and she closed our connection without saying goodbye. I sat kissing Simon for another twenty minutes, I was totally naked and there were even more men in the lay-by getting drinks and using the bushes as toilets but I didn't care if anyone saw me sitting there naked or not. I thanked Simon for introducing me to cunnilingus and to teaching me how to suck his cock as I pulled my bikini back on as well as my chiffon scarf. When I got back to my car I saw the missed call from my husband on my phone, I called the house phone but he wasn't there so instead of just ringing him on his mobile phone, I used the 'Where's my iPhone app', John's phone was programmed into my phone so if he left it anywhere, we could use my phone to find his but I didn't need to be registered on his because my phone was either in my handbag or in my car. I was shocked at just how close John was to me, as the crow flew, he was less than a mile away from me, he was actually in Clophill. I zoomed out as much as the map in the app would allow, he was in the car park at the back of the Market Place. I checked the road at the side of the lay-by, the traffic still wasn't moving so I was going to be stuck there a while. I was just about to close the app down when I saw my husband's phone move across the car park towards a small building in the car park. He was in the building for a few minutes and then I saw him walking back across the car park again to his starting point. I unplugged my phone from the car, locked my car and then walked across a field towards Clophill. I was looking at my phone screen as I walked the mile and saw John walk across the car park to the building several times in the fifteen minutes it took me to reach that car park. I just stood watching, the image on my phone showed that John was in the small building in the car park and now that I was there, I could see that the building was the toilet block. I watched a man walk out of the toilet and a few seconds later John followed him. John looked a little disappointed or frustrated as he walked back to his car and sat in it, watching the men's toilet intently. Every time a car drove into the car park I saw my husband perk up, especially if the car only had a man in it. I watched a car park quite close to the toilet block and the driver just sat there in the car, like John, the driver was just looking at the toilet door. I watched as John climbed out of his car and walk to the toilet again, John walked with an exaggerated wiggle in his bum as he walked along, he looked a little like a cat-walk model. John went into the gent's toilet again and a few seconds after the man in the car close to the toilet got out and followed John into the toilet. I walked over to the toilet block and stood just outside the toilet's door. Because it was close to seven o'clock in the evening, the sun was low in the west and shining in through the toilet's windows. I could hear John and the other man talking, small talk, mentioning the fire and the fact that the village was closed off to the north. I could see that there were two distinct shadows on the back wall of the toilet. The other man said, "I think I was the last car to get past the fire from the north, they were still allowing single file traffic to pass in turn until the roof fell into the road and they had to stop the cars moving totally!" As the other man spoke I saw one shadow on the back wall turn sideways on, then John said that he wasn't going any further north, he just had a little business here in Clophill and then he'd be heading south again and as John spoke the second shadow turned sideways on. Now usually the shadows could have been facing either way around but the shadow play I was watching I could tell that John and the other man were now facing each other from the movement of their hands. I could actually see their fists pumping up and down their cocks. I watched as the shadows closed in on each other and hands moved from their own cocks to rub the other, their arms forming a cross on the wall. One shadow suddenly shrank down and the head closed the gap totally, one man was sucking the other's cock. "Ohhhhh God yes, that's lovely!" I could tell that it was John's voice. John was being sucked...either that or he was talking with his mouth full of cock. I looked around, there were only two cars in the car park and because of the way Victorian toilets were built, their doors were always out of sight at the back of the building, I took the bald step and tiptoed into the toilet. John had his back to me, the other man squatting down in front of John and as he sucked he was unfastening John's belt and pulling his trousers and underpants down past his knees. I watched as the man sucking John explored John's bottom, I actually got a perfect view of the man parting John's bum cheeks and pressed his middle finger into John's anus. He pulled his mouth off of John's cock with a slurp and looked up at John's face. "Do you take it?" John nodded his head and the man stood up, he kissed John on the lips...I thought that would have disgusted me...seeing two men kissing even though seeing one suck the other's cock didn't but...well, I guess that both men were quite handsome and seeing handsome people kissing was actually a beautiful thing...even if one of them was my husband! It wasn't a long kiss but there was a little tonguing action and then John was turned to face the urinals and then turned so that he had his back to the other man and then I had to stop myself gasping as John leaned slightly forward and the other man's cock slipped into John's arse as easily as if it were a vagina. The fucking started out gentle but soon escalated into more frantic fucking. I heard the trickle of tyres against tarmac but without any engine sounds, that was suspicious and because of the way they were fucking, neither of the two men in the toilet were paying any attention to the rest of the world. I stepped back out into the real world and looked down the side of the toilet building, a white car with a fluorescent orange stripe down the side, I whispered, "Police!" and ran to the door into the ladies toilet and hid in there. I heard the other man's car start and drive away within seconds. It had obviously taken John slightly longer to get out of the toilet because his trousers had been around his ankles. John walked straight into the police as he left the toilet, I listened from the doorway of the ladies toilet as the police officers talked to him, mentioning that there had been complaints from members of the public about anti-social behaviour. John sounded very uncomfortable as he talked to the police. John lied about heading north on the A6 and being unable to get past the village, he'd sought out somewhere to rest and use the toilet. As I listened I realised that one of the two male officers was walking in my direction so I ran deeper into the toilet and dived into a stall. There was no bolt on the door so I just closed it over and pulled my bikini bottoms down and sat on the toilet seat just as my door was kicked open by the policeman. I screamed out, "What the fuck!" "I'm terribly sorry madam!" He was giving me a damned good look over before he stepped out of my cubicle and closed the door behind him. I heard the faint sound of John's car as he left the car park so he wouldn't have heard my shout in the ladies toilet. I didn't actually pee, I just pulled my bikini bottoms up and flushed the toilet and stormed out of the toilet. The two police officers were still standing outside and I got another apology but I rejected it and put on my angriest voice as I told him that I'd be making an official complaint to the chief constable first thing in the morning before storming off. It got darker and darker as I walked back to the lay-by, I walked down the road this time as the fields would be dangerous to walk on in the half light. The building that had been on fire was still smouldering but the wall had been knocked down, pushed inwards, into the footprint of the building for safety. Cars were being allowed to pass the scene in single file, one direction at a time as the police and council workers swept the rubble off of the road. As I approached the lay-by, I saw that it was empty apart from my car and the now closed burger van. A car drove into the lay-by from the north and parked just behind mine, there was just enough light for me to see the man leap out of his car and walk over to the back of the burger van. I realised instantly that he was going to take a piss against the back of the van, out of sight of the few cars still passing on the A6. The usual voice in my head that I listened to was telling me to change direction, to walk around the front of the burger van so as to not disturb the man peeing behind it. The new voice piped up, Ann's voice, 'That's the safe option, you know now that safe isn't fun! Go around the back and say hello to him!' I walked up to the back of the van on the grass without making a sound, and said, "Hello!" He jumped back and turned towards me, he wasn't actually holding his cock, he was just allowing the stream of piss to hit the back wall of the burger van. As the stream of piss approached my legs, I reached out and took a hold of his cock to keep it from splashing down all over my legs. He looked a little shocked that I was now holding his cock in my hand and I was actually aiming his cock back towards the burger van. The piss stream slowed and then stopped all together as his cock started to grow in my hand. I would have loved to have practiced my oral skills again on him in the dark but I was put off because he'd just been pissing so I just used my hands to get him off while he played with my tits. It was starting to get cold now that the sun had gone down so when I got back to my car I dug out my blouse and skirt and took them into the front seat of my car to get dressed while the engine warmed up. I saw headlights swing off the A6 and into the lay-by; the headlights dimmed to sidelights as the car closed in on the back of my car and at about ten feet away they went out completely but the car continued moving until it stopped just a foot behind my car. The driver of the other car climbed out and walked down the side of my car, I locked my door and wound the window down an inch as I carried on buttoning my blouse as the man walked to my door. "Hi John, you hear about the police at the toilet as well?" "John!" resonated in my head...I often lent my husband my car to go out because his car was usually full of work stuff and although his car was actually bigger than mine, all four of my seats were usually empty. I looked up at the man, he wasn't looking in my direction at all, he was looking all around the lay-by area and the road beyond as he unzipped his trousers. "How about a little suck then John?" His cock was out now and he was waiting for me to let my window down. "I'm sorry mate, I think you've got the wrong driver!" He pulled his cock away from the window and zipped his trousers back up, "Oh God...I'm so sorry!" So it looked to me like my husband often visited this town when he was looking for fun...fun that he should have been having with me and not other men. The driver of the other car let out of the lay-by like a bat out of hell and I headed off home. John was watching TV when I got home, I really wanted to ask him what he was doing in the public toilet in Clophill but thought that would be too confrontational. He smiled up at me, "Hi darling, did you have a good visit with your friend?" "The visit was great but the drive home was brutal." "How was Ann, you haven't seen her since our wedding have you?" "No, I haven't...I'd say she has changed quite a lot, she was a dirty little cow when we were at school, screwing every boy in our class and half the girls as well, I thought that she would have calmed down a little over the past ten years but if anything she's got worse." "In what way?" "When she came to our wedding, she was single and in the last ten years she's married three times and divorced twice." "Well, that sounds like par for the course for Ann from what you've said about her...so what makes her so much worse now?" "Just a feeling I got from talking to her, Alan, her first husband, had a little difficulty in getting or keeping an erection so Ann bought him one of those strap on sex toys so that she could still have her fun even on those days when he couldn't get an erection or after he'd climaxed too quickly." "That sounds sad!" I thought, 'Not as sad as a man only fucking his wife three or four times a year even if he is looking for sex a lot more often.' But I didn't say that. "She got custody of the strap on in the divorce settlement even though she didn't need it with Colin, he was hard all day long and always ready for sex but when he found the strap on toy he talked Ann into using it on him!" I looked at John's face, it light up when I mentioned that Ann had fucked her second husband up his bum with a strap on dick. He was definitely turned on by what I'd said but he tried to hide it from me. "So, that idea must have really disgusted you...I mean...you've never been into anything adventurous have you?" "Why would you say that?" "Because...while we were courting...you said no to everything that I wanted to try that was more than just missionary position!" "I was very young, you were the first man I let screw me and some of the things that you wanted to do to me seemed totally disgusting and instead of introducing me to things slowly, you just expected me to do whatever you wanted without any questions asked, just because you were five years older than me and had been with a dozen other girls before me. At eighteen, I didn't even think that half the things that you asked me to do were even physically possible!" John looked shocked at what I'd just said. We'd first met when I was eighteen and John had got me drunk at a party. Back then, they called it 'Taking advantage of a girl', but today it would have been classed as rape. After three months we split up and didn't see each other for a year. We bumped into each other one day quite by accident and started up again but John's sexual urges had been definitely toned down since the first time we met and after five years, we'd married and settled into our boring sexual routine after just a few years. "So Sarah...what are you telling me?" "I'm telling you that even sixteen years ago I might have been more inclined to trying new things if you'd been a little more considerate and gentle at introducing me to things!" "So...are you actually saying that...perhaps if I asked you to suck my dick...you'd do it this time?" "If you took your time and didn't blow your top if I wasn't the world's best cock sucker...then yes!" I saw the cogs churning in John's head and then the little light bulb symbol above his head, "What if I got something to use as a dildo, would you let me use it on you?" "I guess so." "Would you use it on yourself while I watch you?" Now it was my turn to hide my excitement, I'd only been an apprentice exhibitionist for a few hours but once I'd got into it I found that I really loved it and the thought of frigging myself off with a root vegetable while John watched was a massive turn on for me. "I'd do that if you asked me to!" "Would you use it on me if I asked you to?" "What, like Ann was doing to her second husband with her strap on sex toy?" "Well, yes but of course, you'd have to hold it in your hand to use it on me!" "I'd do that if you wanted me to." "How about if I wanted to watch you with someone like Ann? Would you fuck a woman while I watched?" "What? With a carrot or courgette?" "Or her strap on dildo!" "Well, I don't really have any interest in other women but if you really wanted me to do it while you watched, I would." I was on the very edge of an orgasm, just from John talking to me about the things he'd like to try, things he'd like me to do while he watched me. "Okay, so you'd be willing to fuck another woman while I watched...what about another man, would you let another man fuck you while I watched you?" I waited until the shiver running through my body subsided before I lied, "I've no interest in having sex with another man but I suppose it would be no real difference to doing it with another woman." "So you'd go with another man if I really wanted you to?" I looked down at my feet, "I suppose so, if you really wanted it." I was suddenly reminded of the old John, the one I'd dumped after just a few weeks. "What about outside...would you have sex outdoors with me?" "Like, in the garden you mean?" "The garden, the back seat of a car...a park...perhaps even a public toilet!" I made it look like I was thinking about it, mulling it over in my head before I nodded my head, "If that would make you happy!" We had dinner and then I started on my new sex life with my husband in a small way, I sucked his cock for an hour before he fucked me in the missionary position. I got the feeling that John would have liked more but he had to leave home at five o'clock in the morning to do a job in Central London and he needed to get into London before the rush-hour started. I didn't have to worry about getting up early, I was due to volunteer in the morning at the local Manor House, it was part of Historic England's inventory, they didn't own the place outright, the twelfth Earl had to agree to allowing public access to part of the house to get out of paying a million pounds in death duty when he inherited the house from his father. The Earl had given over the front half of the house and the main stairway to the people at Historic England, he had kept the rear half and the servants stairway for him and his family to live in. The Earl had also given over half the grounds of the house for car parking and public access. I had to wear a uniform for my volunteering, a dress that came to six inches above the knee on the average female volunteer but because I was six feet two inches tall, the uniform dress looked a lot shorter on me. I put my bra and knickers on, pretty lilac and lace set that came with a suspender belt but stockings and suspenders were out of the question under my uniform dress because it was so short. I was looking at myself in the mirror as I painted my face, three undercoats, one gloss and a top coat of clear varnish, I saw a tiny version of Ann sitting on my shoulder in my reflection, she was totally naked as she sat there and she whispered in my ear, "Your lingerie looks very sexy but...wouldn't you feel even more sexy, why not go to work in just your uniform with nothing under it?" I was about to argue with Ann but I remembered the fun she gave me yesterday while sitting on my shoulder and I changed my mind. I stripped totally naked, looked at my reflection and saw my body shudder in the mirror. I stepped into my dress and pulled it up my naked body. I'd have to be careful not to bend over while I was dressed like this. I drove to the Manor House and parked in the car park, Pam Green, our volunteer team leader's car was already there as was Sam de-Vere's. Pam and I worked the cash desk together usually, taking the admission fee and selling the stuff in the gift shop. Sam was a guide, he usually stood in the Ladies Bedchamber, giving people information about the room and making sure that no one touched anything in the room. I was there at nine-thirty, the house opened at ten, so I was thirty minutes early. I went into the gift shop, Sam was sitting at the table in the coffee shop closest to the gift shop drinking a coffee that he'd made himself, Pam was sitting on her tall stool behind the cash desk on the right, I took my usual seat at her left and opened the duty book, "Looks like it will be a quiet day today, the coach tour has cancelled today's visit so it will just be casual walk in customers!" Pam looked up from her book, "It's a sunny day, some of the walkers might pop in for coffee and cake later...oh, and can you mark Sue Carter down as sick, she rang me at home earlier." "Sue was our only cleaner on the roster for today!" "Good thing we're expecting a light day then." "Should I go and check the toilets?" "Sarah, you're a darling...if you're okay doing it!" I slipped off my high stool and walked across the reception area, I spotted Sam deVere's cup was still on the table but he had gone, I picked his cup up, he hadn't finished drinking it, it was still half full of coffee but it would be better taken back to the kitchen to wash the cup up. I left the reception through the front door and walked towards the car park, our toilet block had been built in a wooded area to the side of the main path. I took the side spur off of the main path to the toilet block, there was a main entrance, the ladies toilet was off to the left, the gents to the right and a store room straight ahead. The toilets had been open since dawn so dog walkers and the like had been able to use it while they were walking the grounds. I unlocked the cupboard and heard sounds like sex coming from the gent's toilet. I wanted to go in and see what was going on but it would have been against our rules, I would have to put our sign out first, the one that said, 'Female cleaner in attendance!" And then I would have to wait until any man who was already in the toilet had left before I could go in. Even though I was interested in seeing who was having fun in the men's toilet, I went into the ladies instead. The floor in the ladies toilet was pristinely clean, the outer area as well as the floor in the four stalls. I had a sanitizer spray bottle and a clean cloth. I sprayed every surface that anyone touched, the door handles, the toilet flush, the toilet seats and the taps on the sinks. While I was cleaning, I heard the sound of people leaving the gent's toilet, 'Damned it, I missed them!' I'd noticed spiders webs behind the doors to the stalls as I was sanitising the door handles, obviously Sue Carter didn't clean the toilets too thoroughly. I moved over to the gents, I shouted out, "Anybody there?" And listened for a reply before going in. They had four urinals, there were wet spots on the floor beneath each urinal bowel from the misses, there was only one stall, I pushed that door open, it looked like someone had been spitting on the floor in front of the door but then I remembered the sounds of sex I'd heard earlier, some bloke must have wanked himself off in there while I was outside. I'd have to mop the floor! I sanitised the outer handle to the stall, I stepped over the spunk on the floor and sanitised the seat and the toilet flush handle, I closed the door to sanitise the inside handle and was shocked to see the back of the door was covered in writing and drawings. Someone had drawn a caricature of me on the back of the door, I knew that it was me because of the short hairstyle and the massive tits but because it was labelled, 'Big Bird' and that was the affectionate nickname that the male volunteers had for me behind my back. There were all kinds of fantasy stories, the things that men would like to do to me if I ever got down off my high horse. The writing was mainly in black felt tip marker pen but there was one message in blue ink, 'Big Bird came to work today without knickers on and I saw her ginger bush...I came straight out here to wank!' As today was the first time that I'd ever left my house without my knickers on, the comment must have been fresh. I sprayed the message with sanitizer and watched as it washed away in the foam before wiping over it with my cloth. I started mopping inside the stall as I finished reading the other messages on the back of the door. I heard a sound in the main toilet area, I opened the door and mopped out into the main room, a man was standing at the urinal... "I'm sorry, I did put out the 'Female cleaner' sign!" "I'm sorry too but when a man's got to go...a man's got to go!" I mopped around the sinks so that I could have my back to the man pissing at the urinal but, that meant that I was looking straight at a mirror and had an even clearer view of his cock with the golden rod flowing from it. I watched as the flow died away and he shook his cock but he didn't move away from the urinal or put his cock away. I continued to mop until I had to face him, when I did he rocked his hips slightly, turning to face me slightly, showing me more of his cock as it slowly grew. "I've never seen you cleaning the toilets before!" "No, I usually work on the reception desk." "Is Sue okay?" "She rang in sick this morning." "I'll miss her if she's ill for long, she usually helps me out with my little problems!" "What problems are those?" He didn't answer, he just looked down at his cock and it was now standing at attention. I was now mopping under the urinal next to the one he was standing at. "Excuse me please, I need to mop there!" He stepped away from the urinal...I'd expected him to zip his trousers first but he didn't, he just stepped away from the urinal with his cock sticking out. I mopped under his urinal and then stopped, "What is it exactly that Sue does for you?" "She usually gets rid of this for me." I stopped mopping the floor and rubbed him off, it took me ten minutes to get him off, he splashed down on the floor, fortunately not a part of the floor that I'd already mopped. The man's spend was less than half that of...I presumed Sam deVere...that I found on the floor when I first came into the gent's toilet. I mopped the rest of the floor, including Sue's friend's spunk and threw the water away. I went back to the Manor House; I'd taken so long over cleaning the toilets that the house was now open for visitors. I went to sit on the seat in the coffee shop that Sam deVere always sat at to drink his cup of coffee before taking his place as a guide in the house. I looked over at Pam and was shocked to see that there was a gap in the gifts displayed in the glass display cabinet that we used as a cash desk...well, two gaps actually. Through one gap, I could see the seat of my tall stool, and through the other gap, I could see Pam's knickers under her dress. I now had a dilemma, to tell Pam or not...another dilemma was, if I didn't tell Pam, should I alter the gifts in the display cabinet to block Sam's view. I checked the roster, every room had a guide but there were still no customers...wrong, one elderly lady had turned up to look around the house. I saw her climbing up the magnificent staircase as I looked around the rooms on the ground floor to see if anything was out of place or needed cleaning, I asked the guides if they needed anything, I'd stand in for them if they needed a toilet break or a drink. I then climbed the stairs as well, Bernard Kinch was in his favourite room, the Earl's bedroom and he was explaining the history of the house to the lady. Bernard loved to talk about the layout of the main bedrooms in our part of the historic house. There were two massive rooms, the Earl's bedchamber and the Countess' bedchamber. The two bedrooms were separated by a much smaller room. The smaller room didn't have a doorway onto the head of the stairs but one door into each of the two main bedrooms. People thought that it could be a nursery but it was in fact the Countess' maid's chamber, she was actually called the night maid, it would be her job to maintain the fires in both bedrooms, light them early in the evening before the Earl and his wife went to bed and to ensure that the fires didn't go out during the night. The night maid's job was also to help the Countess into and out of bed and if the Countess needed to use the toilet in the night, the night maid would help her onto the commode and back to bed, before removing the chamber pot, clean it out and return it. Bernard loved to point out that when the tenth Earl was on residence, the night maid would close the door to the Countess' chamber and hop into bed with the Earl, leaving his door to her bedroom open so that she could hear if the Countess rang her bell in the night. I went into the Countess' chamber and asked Sam if he needed anything, his face turned bright red, it was just like someone flicking a switch on. He stammered that he was okay but that if I could get some pamphlets from the night maid's room he would be grateful. I gave him an incredulous look, the night maid's room was just twenty feet away from him through one unlocked door. "I'd get them myself but Bernard put them on the top shelf and I can't climb, I mean, my vertigo, if I stood on the stool I'd fall and break my neck!" I opened the door to the night maid's room, Bernard had the other door open and was showing the woman inside, this room hadn't been made ready yet, we were just using it as a store room and wasn't usually open for public inspection. I used a three step ladder to climb up to the top shelf to find the pamphlets that Sam needed. Bernard closed the door to his room before I found the box with the pamphlets in. Suddenly I was aware of a warm breeze on the backs of my knees and looked down to see Sam standing behind me, so close that I could feel his breath on the backs of my legs. "Can I help to steady you?" I smiled to myself, I knew what was on Sam's mind, he wanted an excuse to touch me up. I didn't say yes or no, I just lifted the flaps on the next box to look in and felt Sam's hands on my bum, at least for the moment his hands were on the outside of my dress. Sam had a good feel while I was finding the box of pamphlets. I took a handful of the information documents out of the box and then wrote on the outside of the box what was inside, just to make things a little quicker the next time. Sam had a massive boner standing out in front of his trousers when I rejoined him at the foot of the steps, I had to brush against him as I reached the floor, I handed him the sheaf of pamphlets as he brushed his erect cock against my thigh through his trousers. I looked down at his trousers, "Would you like me to stand in while you go to the toilet and get rid of that Sam?" His face reddened again and then he grew a little more confident. "Would you help me get rid of it?" I was about to reach out and open the stable doors for him and take him in hand but I stopped myself, "How do you want me to help you?" "All I want you to do is go and sit on the bed for me!" I sat on the edge of the high bed facing Sam, he stood just inside the night maid's bedchamber and opened his trousers, he was holding a plastic box in front of him with one hand and he took his cock in the other hand. I just sat there watching Sam as he wanked off, he was looking up under my dress, I wasn't deliberately flashing him...he actually didn't want that, he just wanted me to sit there as I usually would on my seat at the cash desk. I'd already seen how much spunk Sam had generated earlier on the toilet floor but while he was looking at me, he pumped about a half a pint of jizz into the plastic box. He cleaned his cock with tissues and dropped them into the box, Can I be a little cheeky Sarah, can you take this and wash it out for me please?" "Do you usually use this box when you wank?" He grinned at me, "At least once a day if it's quiet." "And what do you visualise about while you do it when you're on your own?" Sam giggled, "I fantasise that you and Pam are on the bed fucking each other and I'm in here peeking at you!" We actually had five visitors during my four hours volunteering at the Manor house, at twenty pounds a head, the coffers had only swelled by one hundred pounds...well, one hundred and twenty actually because all five people had signed the gift-aid tax forms so that we could get the twenty percent tax, tax that they'd paid while earning their twenty pounds each, from the exchequer. I was busy with boring stuff at home for the rest of the afternoon. Because John had started work so early he was home earlier than usual. We ate together and I washed the pots while John changed out of his work clothes and showered while I was cleaning up. It was just getting dark when John asked me if I'd like to go out for a while. I was a little suspicious that he had more than a little exercise on his mind. I hadn't bothered to change out of my uniform from work, so I was still naked under it. John suggested that I change out of my uniform as it might get dirty on our walk, "Jeans and t-shirt?" "Well, what about a nice summer dress...if you think it'll be warm enough!" I took my uniform dress off and put a voluminous white summer dress on, I still didn't bother wearing any underwear though. While I'd been in our bedroom, John had been busy in the kitchen, when I returned to the living room, he was getting a small backpack ready to take out on our walk, he was putting two water bottles into the backpack as I walked in the room. John smiled when he realised that I was naked under my dress, he could clearly see the dark rings of my areola and nipples through the top of my dress, the ginger triangle wasn't so visible because of the folds of material that made up the bottom half of my dress but he did get little flashes to prove that I wasn't wearing knickers. John drove us towards Clophill in my car, he stopped in a gateway to a field just short of the village and asked me to get out and rest my bum against the bonnet. He took the backpack out of the car and took a plastic bag out of it, he'd peeled and cleaned a carrot that he offered to me, it was actually the biggest carrot that I had in my vegetable rack. John gave me the carrot and said, "Use this like a cock while I watch!" My back was to the road and it was after nine o'clock so the 'A6' wasn't so busy but there was still an occasional car driving past as I used the carrot in my cunt while John watched. I had the front of my dress hiked up above my hips at the front. John was facing the road, his trousers were tenting out at the front because he was so excited at watching me using the carrot up my fanny but every time a car passed by, he looked over at the driver. I got myself off easily with the carrot in the open but John's hands didn't go close to his cock, he actually lit a cigarette to keep his hands occupied, even though he only usually smoked one pack of twenty a week. I heard a car slowing down and John's expression changed to one of alarm so I dropped the front of my dress, just as a voice from behind said, "Everything okay there, sir?" I turned around, the car that stopped was a police car and the driver was just getting out of the car. "No real problem officer, my wife's car started overheating, I told her to pull in here to give the car a chance to cool down...the expansion bottle is empty, as soon as it's cool enough to drive we're going to Clophill and find some water to top the radiator up." "The car's a bit new to be having trouble with overheating, sir!" "Yes, my fault unfortunately, I'd put the radiator cap on twisted the last time I checked it." The policeman was half way to my side, I was standing there with nine inches of carrot sticking out of my pussy under my dress. Fortunately, John's explanation and a radio message managed to turn the police officers interest away from us and he returned to his car. I burst out laughing, "Fucking hell, that was close!" As soon as I was happy that the police officer was out of sight, I lifted my dress and pulled the carrot out and handed it back to him. John wrapped the carrot in the bag again and we got back in the car. I expected John to drive us back home after our close shave with the police but he didn't, he drove on to Clophill. He drove slowly into the market place and looked down at the toilet block, the police car that had stopped out on the country road to check up on us was down at the toilet block, checking them out. John got out of the car and stopped the police car, "Is that toilet actually open or have I got to go to a pub to get water for the car?" "The toilet block is okay, sir...have a good evening!" John was checking his mobile phone as he walked back to the car, he got in, reversed back a few feet and then drove down to the toilet block and parked right at the side of the toilet. We sat in the car for a few moments and the back window of our car lit up in the headlights of a car pulling into the car park. "Okay, let's go!" "Where?" John grinned in my direction, "In the toilet!" I opened my door and climbed out of the car, I saw John nod in the direction of the other car, I looked over at it, I recognised it instantly, it was the car that pulled up behind me in the lay-by after I'd wanked the guy pissing at the back of the burger van. I walked into the toilet first followed by John and one minute later, the guy that had asked me to suck his cock in the lay-by, thinking that I was John, walked in. John and I were just standing like lemons in the middle of the toilet. "Hi John, I'm assuming that you're Sarah and I'm sorry about our little misunderstanding yesterday!" I looked to see John's reaction but the room was just a little too dark to make out his features. "I'm Robin, I've known John since he was in school." Robin walked over to me and he pulled my face into his and kissed me, then he pulled the front of my dress right up and over my head in one fluid movement. My shoulders trapped in the mass of material and stopped my dress falling to the toilet floor. I was pushed down onto my knees in front of Robin and he pushed his cock into my mouth. John shuffled over to my side with his trousers around his knees and as I sucked Robin's cock, Robin reached down and took John's cock in his hand. John was being wanked rather rapidly and quite hard by Robin, John reached his end in record time and Robin pointed the tip of John's cock at my face, shooting my husband's spunk all over my face and neck. I got the little jet of pre-cum warning me that Robin was close to shooting me in the mouth and he pulled his hips back, pulling his cock out of my mouth. Robin said, "You or her John?" John whispered, "Me...please!" So, I just stood there, almost naked in the men's toilet as John was turned around, pushed forwards and Robin pushed his cock up John's bum and while Robin fucked John, I was pulled on close and Robin started kissing me and fondling my body, tits and cunt. The whole thing was over in twenty minutes and Robin was gone. John drove us home but again, he stopped short, he stopped close to a small park and we got out again, "I'd like to watch you do a pee!" "I'm not sure that I need to do one." "I'm in no hurry, I can wait." We walked slowly around the park until I felt that I could do a pee and I squatted down on the path, right in front of John and let my pee flow. "Taking the dog for a walk, John?" I jumped, the flow of pee jumped...John's shoes got wet and he jumped. The voice was from one of our neighbours, he squatted down at my side as I finished draining my bladder and he stroked the short hair on my head before he fondled my breasts through my dress. I ended up standing under a lamp post in the middle of the park while one of our neighbours was fucking me from behind and John was kissing me and playing with my tits.

Summer Girls by drbenway Summer Girls Ch. 01 Fun and discovery just paying our way. The summer after we graduated high school, my best friend Cami and I decided to go travelling around Europe. Her parents and my parents agreed they weren't going to finance our wild summer of drinking and "who knows what," so we took our meager savings and said we'd rough it. If they had known what our poverty would get us into, they probably would have set up large bank accounts for both of us, and I wouldn't have this story to tell. A tiny bit of background: Cami is my best friend from forever. We met in third grade and went all through school together in a wealthy suburb. (I'm going to be a little vague about some details, since I don't want to get anyone into trouble, especially me.) Cami is the big one. She just kept growing. She's 5'10" and 140 pounds, in a package you'd probably call voluptuous. She has big firm tits and curvy hips, but she keeps it all in shape with an hour-long killer workout six days a week. Her hair is naturally light brown, almost blond, and the highlights are blond, but not natural. She's got the fair skin of her Viking heritage. Her eyes are blue green, wide and laughing. She's the instigator, and she almost always gets her way. I'm the little one, 5'4" and 110 pounds. My tits are about a handful, where Cami's are more than two hands and a mouthful. (If you're wondering how I know, we'll get to that.) My name is Jeanette, but Cami calls me Jen. I work out, too, though not as savagely as Cami. I've got more of a model's build but not tall, kind of petite, with a face to match. I have dark brown hair and brown eyes from my father's French ancestors, and my skin turns a creamy shade of mocha when I get in the sun. I'm a little quieter and more reserved than Cami, which isn't saying much. It's fun when we walk down the street together. Guys don't know which of us they want to look at first. Anyway, we were getting shipped off to different snotty colleges in the fall, and we both wanted a summer of adventure before we settled down to that drudgery. We both went into it with a "try anything" attitude, although Cami has always been the crazy one. We started out in Spain, intending to hit every beach and bar on the Mediteranean. We each had almost two thousand dollars to start with and we didn't know how far that would take us. It turned out not to be very far. We thought we'd stay in hostels and make our own meals instead of eating out in order to conserve funds, but that lasted about two days. As Cami put it: "Fuck this, I'm getting a hotel room." From then on, it was hotels and restaurants, and the money was gone in two weeks. So there we were, broke in a little resort town on the beach. We didn't even have the money to change our return flights. It looked like our wild summer was going to be a short one, but Cami said, "No way." One afternoon, we were sitting in the Paradiso, our favorite bar, a place on the beach where all the foreign kids hung out. Hector, the owner, was sitting with us. He was a big guy, under thirty, with long black hair, dark, dangerous eyes, flashing white teeth, and he was interested in Cami. "We need to make some money," Cami told him. "How about we serve drinks here?" "Sure," Hector grinned. "Fifty bucks a night and tips. Start at five, go till whenever." We all knew what the tips were in that place, and the hours meant we'd be working all the time, just to make enough money stay there and work some more -- not the summer of fun and adventure we had in mind. Cami said, "Fuck that. There's got to be a better way." "Sure," Hector grinned again. Then he told us about a girl from the summer before who offered to wait tables in the nude. She took home something like €1,000 a night, and Hector loved it. She packed the club on the nights she worked. I was shocked. "That's more like it," Cami said, "but it still sounds like a lot of work. How about if we just bring in the business and let the other girls carry the drinks?" "Sure," Hector grinned. "Just tell me how." "I'll think about it," Cami said. It didn't take her long to think about it. About two minutes later she bounced up from the table and went to the bar to talk to Hector. I couldn't hear what they said but Hector grinned a lot. At one point, his eyes opened wide and he looked from her to me and back at her again. "What did you tell him?" I asked nervously, when she brought fresh drinks to the table. "My idea to bring in the business. I told him we'd do a wrestling match in sexy bikinis. He liked it. He guaranteed us 500 euros. If he breaks 10,000, he'll make it a thousand. Not bad, right? That'll keep us here for almost a week. At least it gives us some time before we're out on the street." "But Cami ..." "Come on, let's go out to dinner. We can afford a little celebration of our new independence. Right?" I wasn't so sure about that. She took me to a nice place on the beach and we had a great meal and a couple great bottles of wine, but I never quite got what it was we were going to do. Cami was vague. "Oh, you know, just wear our bikinis and throw each other around a little. It'll be fun." "Hector's going to pay us 500 euros for that?" "Don't worry. We're going to make it a thousand." "Who's going to pay that much to watch that?" "You'll be surprised," she said. When we left our hotel for the Paradiso, we walked along the beach. The little waves washed over the sand with a soft shushing sound, and the sky was speckled with stars. "This is so cool," Cami said. "For once, we get to see what it's like to earn our way. If our parents they knew about this, they'd shit." If I'd known what she signed us up for, I probably would have too. I wore my lime green bikini under a tank top and short linen skirt. Cami wore outrageous, low-cut, skin-tight jeans and a tube top. Her large, springy breasts moved beautifully and freely beneath the thin spandex. When we got to the Paradiso, it was crowded. Somehow, we found a table and Hector came over to serve us personally. He brought our drinks, sat down and flashed his devilish grin at Cami. "You girls ready?" "We're ready," Cami nodded eagerly. Apparently I didn't get a vote. "It's all set," Hector said, pointing to the small stage where he had local bands perform some nights. "I'll get Mina to announce you in a couple minutes." I saw one of those inflatable kiddie pools taking up half the stage. Instead of water, it seemed to have about three inches of something red and shiny in it -- Jello. I suddenly realized how we were going to bring in the business, and it sobered me up quick. "Cami," I whined, "I don't know about this." "Come on. It'll be fun." I didn't get much time to think about it. We barely had a chance to gulp down our drinks before Mina, who runs the place for Hector, got up on stage with a microphone. I noticed how the bar had filled in. Now it was packed right out onto the terrace in front. I guess word got around about the pool of Jello on the stage. They were waiting for the show and greeted Mina with hoots and applause as Cami pulled me up on stage beside her. "Yeah, yeah,"Mina said to quiet them, "I love you too, and we've got a special show for you tonight. These two beautiful, athletic young girls have agreed to wrestle for the title of Champion of the Paradiso. Hector will be your referee, something even he should be able to handle, since there are no rules. With these two, we're expecting a wild free-for-all, and who knows how it will end. But now, let me introduce our lovely combatants. First, we have Killer Cami, conqueror of the continent." Cami raised her arms over her head and shook her boobs under their thin tube top skin, grinning at the audience, which looked to be about a hundred or more. They raised a commotion, banging on the tables, shouting and whistling. Drunk and disorderly in about 14 languages, they were an intimidating bunch, much too up close and personal for my comfort. "And her opponent," Mina continued, "Angel Jen, the sweet avenger." The crowd looked at me, and I didn't know what to do but follow Cami's lead. I raised my own arms and tried to smile. I got a nice reception, but not quite the wild enthusiasm Cami got. I didn't have as much to shake. "Alright, girls," Mina said, "time to strip down and get to it." Cami slipped off her flip-flops and peeled down her jeans. I was a little unnerved to see that all she wore under them was a tiny black thong. That brought another cheer from the audience. In a fog, I kicked off my sandals, dropped my skirt and pulled the tank top over my head. My bikini was nowhere near as provocative as Cami's outfit, but I got a little appreciation for my smaller and, as I like to think, more refined package. Cami stepped into one corner of the pool, and like a good little follower, I stepped into the opposite corner. The Jello was cool and squishy coming up through my toes. Cami flexed her arms, smirking broadly at me. She looked like she was having the time of her life, and I probably looked like a frightened mouse. Hector stood beside the pool. "When I blow the whistle, you go at it. When I blow it again, you stop. We're going to have three rounds. At the end, we'll have the audience choose the winner. Are you ready?" Cami nodded and Hector blew the whistle. Cami came forward, her knees flexed, arms out, in a posture of attack. I didn't know what to do, so I tried to do the same. Suddenly, she rushed me and grabbed me around the waist, lifting me out of the Jello, before she dropped me on my back and fell on top of me. The red gelatin felt weird on my skin, cool and jiggly, but it actually helped me slide out from under Cami. She wasn't fighting very hard, which gave me the cue to do the same. She grabbed me a few more times and splashed me into the Jello. The floor under the pool was hard, but the Jello gave it a little padding, and Cami was careful with me. Pretty soon we were both dripping Jello from our hair, right down to our feet. I was starting to think this wouldn't be so bad, but then she grabbed the strap of my bikini while we were grappling. She pulled and my tit popped out. The crowd cheered their approval. Cami released my strap and I quickly tucked away my nipple. Now I don't think I'm any more prudish than most girls, but I felt embarrassed to be up there showing my tit to the whole room. The front row of the crowd was only about six feet away. Cami stood over me laughing at my silly modesty. It made me mad. I started to circle her with aggressive intent. Two could play at that game. When she came at me again, I ignored her bear hug and grabbed the tube top, which slid easily down to her waist. The crowd, as they say, went wild, but I didn't get to gloat over my victory. Instead of repacking her bobbing melons, Cami threw me down again and laid on top of me, her heavy naked breasts pressed against my little ones. I squirmed and thrashed about in the red Jello, but I couldn't quite get out from under. Then I felt with horror that she was trying to pull down my bikini bottoms. I squirmed even harder and managed to slip out of her grasp. I pulled up the bottoms, which she hadn't got down far enough to show much. Cami tried to get the tube top back over her big bouncing tits, but it had rolled into a tight little strip and she couldn't unwind it while we circled. The crowd clearly like that and Cami didn't seem to care. She pulled the narrow strip over her head and threw it to them. It was getting pretty clear where all this was going, and it was a lot more than I had signed up for. I glared at her as we circled in our combat crouches, but I couldn't help but admire those large, lively boobs, swaying as she moved, with their pert little nipples standing at attention. This time, when Cami charged, she made no attempt to grab me around the middle, going instead straight for my bikini top. I batted her hands away a couple times, but she finally got hold of it and pulled. I heard and felt the snap of the plastic closure in back and the whole top came away in Cami's hand. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms over my undersized chest while Cami laughed and threw my top to the crowd. Hector blew the whistle while the noise of that rowdy crowd filled the bar. Cami went back to her corner, making no effort to hide her tits. I went back to mine, but kept my arms folded over my titties. "You girls want anything?" Hector asked us. "Water, booze, a rubdown?" "Depends who's rubbing us down," Cami shot back. "How about me?" Hector leered. "In your dreams." He made a pouty face and went back to the bar to help Mina who was working furiously with the bartenders to keep up with the demands of that thirsty crowd. I went over to Cami, still clutching my tender little breasts. "Cami," I whispered desperately, "what are we doing?" "Just having a little fun and earning our keep. Relax. Nothing bad's going to happen, and by the way, you look fantastic." "Thanks, but I'm not so crazy about showing it all to the world." "Oh, lighten up. After we leave this town, you'll never see these people again. Let yourself go." She took my wrists and gently pulled my arms down to my side, exposing my smallish tits, which had betrayed me by sprouting largish erect nipples. There were some catcalls and whistles from the crowd, even though we weren't officially performing. "God," Cami said, with an admiring look. "If I had a body like that I'd be glad to show it off. Now come on, let's go put on a show." Cami's appreciation of my skinny little body made me feel better, but I was still a little leery of "putting on a show." I went back to my corner, leaving my breasts uncovered. If I was really going to do this, covering up between rounds seemed pretty silly. Hector blew his whistle, and Cami and I went back into our fighting routine. She immediately dropped me on my back and fell heavily on top of me. I did my best squirming, trying to make it as convincing as possible, but then I felt Cami's hand working at my bikini bottom. I gave as much of a heave as I had and got part way out. Cami was still fiddling with the bikini, and it distracted her enough for me to make another push and finish a complete reversal. I was on top, but she was face down, making a show of kicking and wriggling, without throwing me off, which she could easily have done. I was mad. She was trying to strip me naked in front of all those drunken idiots in the crowd. I suddenly felt like she had cooked up this whole thing just to humiliate me. I decided two could play at that game. I grabbed her thong and pulled. That little scrap of lace came away in my hand like it was made of tissue paper. Cami was face down in the Jello, stark naked. The crowd was going crazy, screaming, whistling and stomping on the floor. It was an animal sound, and I think both Cami and I were suddenly daunted by this crazy situation. I made the mistake of looking out at the sea of howling faces and saw something that chilled me. In front of half the faces, smart phones were pointed right at me, recording us for all the world and forever. What were my parents going to think? What about my friends? Boyfriends? Classmates? People interviewing me for a job? Everyone I ever met for the rest of my life? I felt like I was waking up into a bad dream. And it was all Cami's fault. She was up on her feet, now, looking down comically at her bald pussy, then at the torn scrap of cloth in my hand, playing it up for the crowd with a bewildered look of wonder. I wanted to wipe that look off her face, and I rushed her low, grabbing her around the waist and trying to throw her down. But she was planted, like a tree. I couldn't get leverage with my feet in that slippery Jello, and I could finally sense the amazing strength she'd been holding back. I was still bent over, holding her middle, when I felt her bend down and wrap her own arms around me from above, her breasts pillowing on my back. Then she lifted and my feet left the Jello, heading for the ceiling while the crowd was howling and frothing at the mouth but still faithfully recording my humiliation from every angle. Cami held me upside down, facing the crowd, with the back of my head nestled against her naked pussy and my feet waving over her head. She bounced me up and down a couple times, probably hoping to get my solid little mounds to bounce with me. Meanwhile, I was trying to pry her hands apart, which, if I had succeeded would have sent me into vertical dive onto my head in three inches of Jello. Fortunately, Cami did not let go, but found that I had slipped enough for her to put her face right into my crotch. I couldn't believe what she was doing. I tried to clamp my legs together to keep her out, but I was too late. Her face pressed against my pussy, and she made grunting, snuffling noises like a pig rooting for truffles. I yelped and released my legs to kick uselessly in the air, while my hands tried to pry her mouth from my pussy. At the same time, I felt a warm gush of sexual arousal course through me. Hector blew his whistle and Cami reluctantly lowered me back onto my feet. I stood there for a moment, gasping for breath and dumbfounded, looking from her to Hector to the crowd. I couldn't believe this was happening. Cami just stood there laughing, naked except for some dribbles of Jello that clung to her body here and there. Hector said, "Girls, girls, take it easy. Save something for the last round." I shuffled back to my corner and adjusted my bikini bottom, which had slipped a bit. At least I still had that. In an addled corner of my brain, it seemed to count as some kind of advantage. Cami didn't care. She had a big smile, and she licked her lips, playing to the crowd. "Mmm," she said loud enough for everyone to hear, "fannntastic! Must be you, Jen. Jello doesn't taste like that." I was pretty sure she hadn't tasted any of my personal juices, but I couldn't restrain a grudging smile at that line and her act. It really brought home to me how Cami was a born entertainer. She had the comic imagination and timing to capture people's attention and take their mind off whatever was on it. That was what this was all about. Cami was doing her thing, entertaining, and I was her prop. That's the way I saw it, and it didn't make me any less mad at her than I'd been all night. When Hector blew his whistle for the third and final round, I wanted to get her. Cami was so much bigger and stronger, I knew I couldn't match her there. But I was quicker. I hadn't really tried to use it yet, but I decided that would be my tactic for the third round. I circled her warily, looking for an opening. Cami was watching me casually, barely putting up any defense at all, grinning for the crowd to show how easily she could dominate me. I made a lightning strike low, dropping to my knees to grab her ankle. Then I bounced up and yanked her foot out from under her, but it wasn't enough to take her down. She stood on one foot, while I held the other at shoulder height. I cursed her damn flexibility at the same time I realized the view I'd opened for the crowd. Cami's pussy was stretched wide, pointed at them and probably dripping red Jello. She just laughed and grabbed me around the shoulders, pulling me to her, and we went down together. Cami was on her back but somehow got the leg I was holding up onto my shoulder and used it to twist me around until she had my head in a scissor lock between her thighs. I was in trouble, and I knew it. If she'd wanted to, she could have easily choked me out. I had to let go of her leg to try to pry her knees apart enough to get my head out. I pulled and pulled, but there was no way; her legs were much too strong. I was helpless. Cami took the opportunity to grab my bikini bottom and yank. It slid down to my knees before I could make a grab for it. By then, I couldn't reach it, and Cami didn't have much trouble getting it all the way down, even as I kicked and squirmed, forgetting the show my pussy was putting on for all the animals and their cameras. She pulled the bottom completely off to wild cheers. I quit struggling for a moment to catch my breath and calm down enough to think. I needed some other tactic to get free of that headlock, but I had no idea what. My face was stuck just a couple inches from the wobbling surface of the Jello. If she brought her legs down, she could have drowned me in it, though I knew she wouldn't do that. My body was lying on her stomach, my hips pressing into the tops of her breasts. I could squirm my pelvis and kick my legs, but that hadn't helped at all, and my arms weren't strong enough to pry myself loose. I guess in wrestling they'd call that a pin or a fall or something. There was nothing I could do. But Cami had options, and she took advantage of one. She grabbed one of my legs and pulled it forcefully over her head. I didn't get what she was doing until she wrapped an arm around each of my legs, one on each side of her head and curled forward to dig her face back into my naked pussy. It seemed like she was being awfully persistent about that, and when I felt her nose nuzzling my pussy lips, I realized she was serious. I squirmed as best I could, but I was practically immobilized. I tried to slide my arms between us and push her head away from my crotch, but in that position, she had the advantage in both strength and leverage and I couldn't do it. Then I felt her tongue sliding over my pussy which suddenly seemed inflamed and slippery -- this time with something more than Jello. Against my will, wild sexual excitement was building up inside, coursing through me like an electric current. I tried to tamp it down, but it was no use, before I even realized what was happening, I was too far gone. When her tongue slipped into the entrance of my vagina, I groaned out loud. I noticed without much interest that the bar had gone quiet. Apparently they were too intent on watching to cheer. Maybe they just wanted to hear the moans and groans that Cami was wringing from my poor overloaded body. I guess they got their money's worth on that. Cami wouldn't give up. Her tongue worked diligently in my pussy, then slid down to my clit. It didn't take long for her to get what she wanted, apparently what the whole audience was waiting for. I was gasping with the flood of sexual energy washing over me when the giant wave broke, and I came in a long, breathy, shuddering moan. The crowd waited for a moment after I subsided, then broke into the loudest cheering yet. Nice to know I can be so entertaining. I was as limp as overcooked spaghetti, but it was a good feeling. Hector blew his whistle and Cami released me. I slid off her and lay on my back in the Jello, staring up at the lights. Cami sat up and looked down at me, while Hector hovered somewhere behind her. "Holy crap," he said. "I guess you girls did save the best for last. Nice show." "Hey," Cami laughed, getting to her feet. "There's nothing like the real thing." She reached down and pulled me up to her. I was a little shaky, and I wasn't exactly sure why. It might have been the aftereffects of a massive orgasm, or maybe some vestige of modesty that wasn't comfortable with me standing naked and dripping red Jello in front of a hundred howling drunks, or maybe it was stepping into a new identity and a new relationship with Cami. Actually, there's no maybe about it. It was all of the above. Cami didn't seem to have any of those concerns. She stood there confidently naked, her big boobs dripping and swaying voluptuously with her every move. She put her hands on my shoulder and pulled me into a warm, naked, body length hug. The crowd loved it. Some yelled encouragement for us to continue with acts ranging from filthy to divine. With no better idea who I was or what I wanted, I hugged her back. "That was awesome," she breathed in my ear. "You were awesome." "It was your show." I stated the obvious. "It was you that drove them wild." Cami always had the last word. She pulled partly away from me, turning toward the crowd and raising one arm to wave to them. The other arm she wrapped around me in a friendly way, gently turning me to face them too. I stood beside her and looked out at the rioters. Hesitantly, I raised an arm and waved. You could call the reception we got warm. People were yelling, screaming, whistling, shouting obscene catcalls. Everyone seemed to be pushing in toward the stage, shoving and spilling drinks. A fight started in the back and it looked like half a dozen guys were throwing punches. Hector brought two pails of water and two sponges. We cleaned the Jello off each other using the sponges and our hands. It turned into a little encore to our performance. As I went over her lush breasts, I couldn't help noticing how her nipples sprang to attention. I noticed my own doing the same as she washed me down, but I think we both had the same idea. "Let's get out of here and go back to the room," Cami said. "You owe me." The audience chose the winner -- Cami, of course. She had immobilized me enough to, as they used to say, have her way with me. What they didn't get was how that made me the winner. Hector was disappointed. He wanted us to stay all night and mingle with the crowd. But that wasn't what Cami wanted. We got dressed and walked back along the beach. Cami was topless, but she didn't care, and it was probably okay on the beach. She grabbed a towel from the hotel pool and wrapped up her bobbling breasts before we went in. Up in our room, she threw the towel on the floor and flopped on the bed. She lay on her back looking up at me. "You owe me," she repeated with a choke in her voice. I was happy to pay. Summer Girls Ch. 02 Making it pay. Love Tour I had never been naked in public before. I had never had sex in public before. And I had never had sex with a girl before -- that is before Cami and I wrestled, stripped each other naked and had sex in a pool of Jello in front of a hundred or more drunken ex-pat kids in a bar on a Mediterranean beach. The whole thing was like a dream. We made love back in the hotel room and woke up in each other's arms, but as soon as I got out of bed, all I could think of were the consequences. I had always liked to think of myself as a little wild, but not a slut. After our performance on Hector's stage, I was forced to rethink that. Cami licking me to orgasm in front of all those kids changed things, and all the money we made didn't help me sort it out. I looked at that stack of bills sitting on the hotel dresser and thought, Okay, I'm a sex worker. That sounded pretty slutty. And my relationship with Cami was another complication. I loved her, and I realized I always had. I never needed the sexual relationship to be in love. All growing up, we had done everything together, and we had a lot of fun. Our personalities seemed to fit together, and by the time we were ten, we knew we could count on each other for just about anything. Now we had had sex, wonderful sex, and I was wondering if we could count on each other for that. And this didn't even include the view from the outside. What would people think of me when all those pictures and videos went around the internet? How could I face them? And if I did, what kind of person would I have to be to do it? I was sitting at a little table in our hotel room with a cup of cappuccino, looking out at the beach but not seeing it. It felt like my brain was swirling down the toilet bowl until Cami slapped me back into the world. "Hey," she said, jumping out of bed naked, her big boobs bouncing all over the place, "let's hit the beach -- not so many people yet, and it'll be too hot in a couple hours." So, of course, that's what we did. We put on our bikinis and walked a couple kilometers down the beach to an outcrop of rock that extended out into the water. We climbed up on the rocks and lay there in the morning sun. There was no one else around, and the temperature was perfect. The sea was calm, just the quiet sloshing of tiny waves. The sky was clear and blue and the sun was sweet. If I hadn't been drowning in worries about my new life, it would have been idyllic. Cami had no such worries. "Wasn't that awesome?" she breathed dreamily, then laughed. "And we even got paid for it." "Um, yeah," I agreed uncertainly. "You know what Hector told me when I got our money last night?" "No." "He said there was an extra 50 euros in it that the waitresses chipped in from their tips. They made so much more than usual, they loved us. He said we can do another show whenever we want." She was breathless with excitement. "We could turn this into a steady job, if we wanted to." I felt like a shit, but I couldn't match her excitement. I was silent and probably pretty grim-faced for a moment, trying to sort out how I truly felt. "I don't know, Cami," I finally said more calmly than I felt. "It's so new, I've got to think about it." "Oh, you think too much. Think with your pussy. It was fun, wasn't it?" she laughed and then added quietly, "and maybe even more than that?" We were lying side by side, close together on our towels. I just rolled over on top of her and kissed her deeply. As I knew she would, she sorted it out for me. I felt her hands moving softly over my skin, and I could tell how much she was loving it. I felt them slipping under my top, and I was loving it, too. When one of those hands slid smoothly down my stomach and under my bikini bottom, I gasped. "We should go back to the room," she laughed, "save it for the paying customers." We went to the Paradiso that afternoon and Bonny, one of the waitresses, came over immediately and grinned. "Whatever you want, it's on the house." "From Hector?" Cami grinned back. "He's lost his mind," Bonny laughed. "He says you'll never pay for a drink in this place again. You put us on the map." "Thanks, Bonny," Cami said. "That's good to know." We sipped our champagne cocktails and waited for Hector to come over to our table. I didn't get it at the time, but I later realized this was a power move. Cami was getting the advantage by making him come to us. When he did come over and sit down, the two of them beat around the bush for a couple minutes before they got down to negotiating our "contract." That's when I discovered that, among her many other talents, Cami was pretty darn good businesswoman. We got 1050 euros for that first show, including the waitresses' tip. Cami told Hector we'd do two more shows during the next week for 4000 -- from him. Anything the waitresses wanted to contribute would be on top of that. Hector came back with 3000 and he'd get to pick the nights. Cami said 3500 and let him set the schedule, but only in the next week. Hector said, "The money's okay, but you got to hang around after the shows and mingle, right?" Cami shook her head and looked at me with a satisfied smirk. "You understand what you're asking?" she said to Hector, still looking me in the eyes. "You get us all worked up and then you want us to sit around here for the rest of the night with these drunken slobs. That's harder work than the show and much more of a sacrifice. We're not doing it for nothing." "You got to be here," Hector pleaded. "You'll keep the place packed." "Right," she said aggressively. "And that's why you should be happy to pay." It was fun to see Hector squirm, but Cami eventually settled for a flat 5000 euros for the two shows and the after parties in the bar. He picked the next Friday and Saturday nights for our performances and wanted an exclusive, no performances for any other bars or nightclubs in the area, which Cami agreed to without wringing any more money out of him. "That was nothing," she explained later. "I didn't want to hang around here anyway. We said we were going around the Mediterranean and we've been stuck here two weeks already. We do those two shows, we're out of here. Next stop the Riviera." Those two shows felt completely different than the first one. The first one, I didn't know what was happening. Cami had to drag me along. Now, I knew exactly what I was doing and I was ready to show the world, especially since most of the world had probably seen it by now anyway. So, Friday night when Mina announced us and we got in the pool again, I attacked Cami with everything I had. There was something about doing it in front of an audience that made me crazy with lust, but even more than that, I wanted some of the power in our relationship. In our first match, Cami had called all the shots, and that was wonderful, but now I figured it was my turn. By the middle of the second round, I had her top off and we were circling. When I charged, she let me take her down on her back. I slid down, ripped off her thong and buried my face in her pussy. Cami's howl was only part theatrical. When we got back on our feet, she began talking to the audience, walking around the play pool with a big happy grin, keeping up a funny patter about how great her orgasm was, how she loved to wrestle me, how amazing I taste, how lucky she was to have me as her own personal sex toy and how much she loves to tease me before she lets me have what I want. Of course, all the crazy drunken kids loved it, especially since she was walking around naked in front of them with red Jello sliding sensually down her body. I knew it was all just part of the act, but it was making me mad. I wasn't her toy, and I didn't want anyone to think I was. In the third round, she went after my bikini, which took all of about one minute. She stripped it off me and threw it to the crowd, leaving us both naked to the world. At that point, I think we both knew it was finally my turn. With her cooperation, I got her down again, but this time I didn't go down on her. I slid up to kneel with my knees on each side of her head, while I sat my pussy down squarely on her face. Cami made a show of thrashing her arms and legs as she snorted muffled hog sounds, rooting with her nose and tongue in my pussy. She soon had me gasping from the shocks coursing through me like jolts of electricity. A minute or two of that and I came with my own cries of pleasure. Hector said he'd never seen a crowd go so wild. They were standing on the tables, banging on everything they could find, some of them howling at the top of their lungs. He was afraid they might tear down the bar with their bare hands. Cami and I missed all that. We were much too much into each other to see or hear what was going on around us. When Hector blew his whistle, I fell off Cami's face into the Jello, totally spent. Only then did I gradually become aware of the crowd. Rowdy as they were, they didn't intimidate me anymore. In fact, they even gave me the victory, this time. I did have Cami on her back for most of our match, but I don't think they believed in my dominance. It didn't matter; they loved our performance, and I took their vote to show they understood I was an important part of it. Hector lived upstairs from the bar, and he let us go up and use his shower to get some of the stickiness off our bodies. When he showed us into the bathroom, he said he'd love to stay and have a threesome, but he had to get back down to the bar and keep the drinks flowing. "What a shame," Cami said sarcastically. "But you've got to come down when you're ready and hang out in the bar for a few hours," Hector reminded us. "That's our deal, right?" "Right." The shower we took together in Hector's tub was fun, but I was a little worried about how the kids in the bar would treat our wild behavior on stage. Were they going to think we were looking to find paying customers for the rest of the night? "Don't worry," Cami said. "We'll set them straight. There's only one person I want to make love to tonight, and she's right here, right now, soaping my pussy. Oh god, don't stop. That feels so good." As usual, she was right. The boys treated us with something like awe -- all except the Greek boys. They were assholes, as usual, but Cami shooed them away with their dicks shriveling in their pants. I struck up a conversation with a handsome Italian boy about my age, but he was just one of a dozen boys that hung around us. I recognized a few of them as belonging to the huge yachts moored down at the marina. Everybody knew they were filthy rich, and they probably thought they could buy us with their allowance. Maybe they could have, but one of them seemed to be the leader, and he had other ideas. He was a tall kid, maybe a couple years older than us, dark, possibly Arab and very good looking. At one point, I saw him talking with Hector who was nodding vigorously and grinning from ear to ear. Awhile later, I saw Hector talking to Cami with that same leering grin. Cami listened and said something back that Hector didn't like. He frowned and shook his head, but Cami persisted and he finally shrugged, glancing at me. I knew they had cooked up something, and once again, I wasn't sure I was going to like it. We were back in our room lying in bed together when she told me the plan. Then I was sure - sure I didn't like it. "I'm not going to have sex with some guy I don't know, right in front of everybody." "No sex. Hector says he'll jump in and hose the guy down if he gets too serious. It's just another part of the show. This is our chance to make some real money. It could set us up for the rest of the summer." "I don't know," I whined. "I don't mind doing this with you, Cami. I trust you, and I know you'd never hurt me. But some guy out of the crowd wrestling with us in the Jello -- we don't know what he's going to do. I'm scared." But Cami pushed right through all my objections and got her way as always. This was going to be our grand finale. The deal was we'd do two rounds, then have an intermission while Mina presided over an auction for the right to join us for two more rounds. Hector wanted 50% of the auction take, but Cami turned him down. She wanted 100% or no deal, but she made a concession that convinced him to accept. She said he could announce that we were leaving town on our tour, but we'd be back for another stop at the Paradiso some time in the next two months. Hector would have a big draw for the rest of the summer, and Cami was sure we'd at least double our take for the night, maybe more. For anybody but Cami, I wouldn't have even considered it, but with Cami, I didn't know how to say no. I said I'd do it, but I was still scared. "You better protect me," I said. "I don't want to get raped." She raised up on her elbow and cocked a humorous eyebrow. "Not even by me?" "Well, that's different," I sniffed. She rolled on top and smothered me under her breasts.

Sandra after University by Vanessa Evans Part 3 After checking out of the hotel we went to the Moke and George locked my case and his bag in a metal box that took up a fair chunk of the space at the back. The drive to the Ferry Terminal in Palma didn’t take that long and after George organised another passenger ticket for me we were soon driving up the ramp onto the boat. Of course the cars were stored on the lower decks and the occupants had to go up to the upper decks for the journey We were one of the first ones aboard and we went straight to the cafe to get a coffee and snacks and we were finished by the time the boat started moving. It was an opportunity for sight-seeing so we went out onto one of the decks for me to see what I could. As soon as the boat got out of the harbour it started it get windy and the too short, very light weight skirt that I was wearing started flying all over the place. Of course I knew what was happening but I ignored it. George stepped back from me and told me that he got long looks at my butt and slit and if he could, then all the other passengers could. He stepped further back from me to give the impression that he wasn’t with me but after a while he came back to me and said, “Do you want to go for a walk so that you can show yourself to the passengers in other parts of the boat?” “George, I thought that you'd have known the answer to that by now, of course I do, it’s just that I didn’t want you to get upset if I abandoned you.” “The boat isn’t that big, off you go and I’ll follow you at a distance.” “Like a pervert who’s trying to get lots of looks up my skirt George.” “That’s one way of looking at it, I’d rather think that I’m just keeping an eye out for you.” “That’s sweet. I can probably look after myself, remember me telling you that I’m a Karate Black Belt but it will be nice to have you close by. You can keep looking at my butt and slit and think of things that you can do to them.” “I do that all the time, you’d be amazed at all the things that I think of but then have to discard them, well for now anyway. Off you go Sandra.” I did, and I’m pretty sure that I went up every flight of stairs and hung around every outside space for as long as I dare, and by the time I could see land ahead I think that at least half of the passengers had seen the bare butt and pussy of the girl who just didn’t realise that her skirt spent more time above her waist than below it and who spent most of the journey staring out to sea. Anyway, the boat started slowing down and my skirt started spending more time below my waist instead of above it and George came and started pointing out some of the landmarks of Ibiza town and I couldn’t wait to start checking out the place, especially the places that George thought would be good for me to expose my bits. It was announced that the car drivers and passengers should go back to their cars and it was a bit of a drag waiting in the semi dark for George to be able to drive off the ferry. George took the long route to his villa, driving around the town a bit to show me the sights and recommend places for me to go, then it was heading away from the centre to the suburbs and just as I was starting to think the we were heading out into the countryside he stopped outside a smallish villa. He pressed a button on a remote control and the gates opened. “Is this really yours George?” I asked. “It is, I managed get in before the prices went through the roof. It was cheaper than your average semi back in England.” “Lucky you.” I said as I climbed out of the Moke. As George took me on a quick tour of the place I have to say that I was impressed, he really had moved out there at the right time and made a go of it. “So which room will your employee be staying in?” I asked when he had shown me each of the bedrooms. “Take your pick Sandra.” I realised that he was leaving options open to me so I sort of did the same. “Well, I’ll put my things in that one (big bed and an en suite), but if you promise to repeat last night I’ll sleep in your bedroom.” “Good answer Sandra, although our fucking will not be restricted to a bedroom, there’s plenty of places that I'm hoping to fuck you, inside and outside, and you haven't seen in the garage yet.” “Oh yes, what’s in the garage?” “Oh just a few things to stop you running away, make yourself at home with what you’ve seen so far before you get yourself tied up with what’s in the garage.” “Was that a hint George?” “So Sandra,” George said changing the subject, “a lot of guys go for a workout when they get back from the beach and before they hit the bars and clubs, so we’ll go to the gym around 6 p.m. You can have a look around, meet Catalina and maybe do a workout. That okay with you?” “Sure, can I go for a swim in your pool now? Is it okay If I’m naked outside here?” “You don’t have to ask Sandra, and yes, you can be naked outside here. In fact it’s not illegal to be naked outside in Spain but a few cities have passed their own laws stopping it. I’m not sure about Ibiza town, I’ve never heard of anyone getting locked up and I have heard of and seen quite a few girls wandering around either naked or near as damned naked. I’m sure that the police are more tolerant of naked girls than of naked men. Come to think about it I may add being naked here and the gym as a condition of your employment. Oh, by the way, a pool guy may be along later and I have a maid service that comes in 3 times a week to clean the place.” “No problem, are the maids male or female?” “Female, and usually quite older than you, sorry, but the pool guy is around your age.” “Good.” I finally got out of my clothes and had a swim then hit one of the loungers. As I lay there I looked around and saw that the back of the villa was overlooked on 2 sides but there was no signs of life. I decided that I would just ignore anyone that I saw looking at me, me hopefully getting a great all over tan. A couple of hours or so later, George came out and told me that it was time to get ready to go to work. I decided to use George’s en suite bathroom and he came and watched me. Feeling a bit horny because of what I was going to do in around an hour, feeling a bit naughty, and wanting George to see me doing it, I got my fingers to bring myself to a wonderful orgasm, all the time keeping my eyes firmly on his. “You’re an amazing tease Sandra.” George said after I’d come down from my high. “Not complaining are you boss” I asked. “Silly question, come on girl, get dried and put some clothes on.” “Can’t I ride there like this?” “No Sandra, we’re going straight there in the Moke and it’s still light. Besides, poor Catalina might have a heart attack if you walk in there like that, I’ll need to warn her first.” I giggled a bit then finished drying myself but not my hair, I assumed that the air would dry it as we drove. Then I went to ‘my’ bedroom and got a skirt and one of my new tank tops out of my case thinking that I’d sort things out in the morning. Slipping my sandals on I shouted to George that I was ready and met him in the lounge. “No vibrator Sandra?” “Maybe, just because you can’t see one doesn't mean that I haven’t got one inside me, but no, not tonight, I thought that I’d get used to the place first.” “Fair enough.” Two minutes later the gates were opening and George drove us out. He did take the direct route although as we drove he was telling me about the parallel roads that we could have taken, telling me that they were slower and that you had to keep stopping. Soon George was parking the Moke along the side of a road and I could see a variety of shops mixed in with what looked like apartment buildings or hotels. We walked along the road for about 20 metres then we stopped outside what, at a first glance, looked like a shop with 2 huge glass windows and a door between them and above them a sign that just said, “George’s Gym.” “Not a very original name George, you’ll have to think of something that sounds more inviting and informative.” “Was your degree in marketing Sandra?” “No, but that doesn’t stop me coming up with ideas. Nothing personal but I’m sure that I could come up with a better name, and you should get some big posters in the windows, maybe showing pictures of the gym’s best features.” “You mean you Sandra?” “That wasn’t what I was thinking of but now that you mention it. Is it illegal to have photos of naked girls on posters in Ibiza?” “I don’t know but we could have a little black dot over your pussy.” “A full-stop wouldn’t even cover my clit.” “You know what I mean Sandra, look, that’s Catalina.” I looked into the shop / gym and saw this very Spanish looking girl. Probably a few years younger than me. She was dressed in a mid thigh, black skirt and a T-shirt. I could see that she was wearing a bra. George opened the door, a bell rang and Catalina looked up then smiled. “George, good to see you, how was your trip?” “Hi Catalina good and bad, I’d like you to meet Sandra. Sandra, Catalina. Sandra is going to, shall we say help with the marketing side of the gym, don’t worry your job is safe.” “Pleased to meet you Sandra.” Catalina said as she put her hand out for me to shake.” “Pleased to meet you too Catalina, your English is very good.” “My papa always told me that if I wanted to get a good job I had to be able to speak good English.” “Yes, English is the business language of the world.” I replied. “Many customer this evening Catalina?” George asked. “Six or Seven.” “All men I’m guessing?” I asked. “Si.” “Well Sandra has come up with an idea to increase the numbers of customers haven’t you Sandra?” “I seem to remember that it was your idea George.” “Whatever, I’ll show you around then you can get started whenever you are ready.” Off George and I went and I have to say that I was impressed. The whole setup was bigger than the university gym that I was used to, more space, more equipment, even the ladies changing room was bigger than the one at the university. George let me have a quick look in the men’s changing room and it was quite a size too. There was a man getting changed but he just ignored us. There were another couple of doors that I saw that George didn’t open nor tell me what was on the other side, and I didn’t ask. Back at reception George asked, “Are you happy to do your thing here then Sandra?” “Sure, I would have preferred there to be more customers, but I’m sure that I can do something about that.” “So what ideas do you have Sandra?” Catalina asked. I looked at George, who was smiling, then my hands went to the hem of my top and pulled it up, and right off. Catalina’s eyes went wide open and her jaw dropped. “Such magnificent breasts Sandra, I like the piercings” Catalina finally said. “I didn’t see you bring any clothes to change in to, we have a T-shirt and there maybe some shorts in the lost and found box that you can wear.” “That won’t be necessary Catalina.” George said as I unfastened my skirt and let it fall to the floor. “Are you ………. “ Catalina asked but failed to finish her sentence because I started taking my sandals off whilst George said, “Sandra is going to workout naked Catalina, is that a problem for you?” “No señor, you are the boss.” “Does it shock you Catalina?” I asked as I folded my top and skirt. “A little, more surprised I guess.” “Okay, let’s do it.” I said as I turned to walk to the workout room. “Anyone coming to see any reactions?” By the time both George and Catalina caught up with me I was in the workout room and 3 guys had already seen me. All 3 were just staring at me and I let them absorb what they were seeing whilst my pussy juiced up and I decided where to start. Decision made I headed to the first machine and got started. I’d already decided that I was going to do my workout with as little interaction with the patrons of the gym as possible. The only exceptions being George and Catalina, if they wanted to talk to me. By the time I’d got started on the first machine all 6 guys in there were staring at me, and so was Catalina, her with her eyes wide open and her jaw lower than normal. When I orgasmed on the exercise cycle I heard one of the guys cheer but I didn’t look his way. The thigh abductor, where my legs were spread really wide also got looks of amazement from Catalina. Of course I had to modify my routine to fit in with the different machines and I did replace some of the Katas with different yoga positions that showed off my spread pussy more, but I did finish it the way George had requested, on my back with my calves behind my shoulders and doing 30 Kegel exercises. As I was doing those I did look at the now 7 guys who were staring at me. I smiled at the shape of the front of their shorts and there was one significant wet spot. Their faces also told a story, some of unbelieving what they were witnessing. I also wondered if, after any of my future workouts, I would get 1 or 2 guys asking me to ‘spot’ them whilst they lifted some weight from one of the benches. I really fancied standing with my legs either side of an unknown guys head. Looking at the guys there I decided that they weren’t the weight lifting type, nor did I think that they had the guts to start weight lifting just so that they could ask me to ‘spot’ them. Thirty Kegel done I released my legs, got to my feet and walked towards George. As I passed one gobstruck guys I said, “Same time tomorrow guys and bring all your mates.” George was already holding the door open for me and I kept walking back to reception where George said, “Fantastic Sandra, that was better than in the hotel gym.” “More space, more machines.” I replied. I looked at Catalina who still looked too shocked to believe what she had seen.” “Are you okay Catalina?“ I asked. After a good few seconds she replied, “How? Why would you ever want to do that Sandra?” “Because she is an exhibitionist Catalina.” George replied for me, “didn’t you see her have an orgasm, and I bet that she’s close to having another right now.” “I am.” I added. “But, but, women don’t do that sort of thing?” Catalina replied. “Have you been to Ses Salines beach Catalina, at the far end?” George asked. “No I haven’t, my parents would never let me walk that far along that beach.” “Well they should have, and if you had you’d have seen lots of naked women and some would have been exposing themselves just as much as Sandra just did. “You should try it sometime Catalina.” I said, “You’d be amazed at how good it makes you feel.” “I don’t know, what would my Mama and Papa say?” “Why would you tell them Catalina?” George asked. “I’d be too ashamed.” “Why?” I asked. “Because, because they would never do it.” “Are you sure about that Catalina, are you sure that when they go off on their own they aren’t going to a beach to sunbathe naked and maybe get a little friendly with each other or others?” “They wouldn’t, ……… would they?” “Who knows, you’d need to ask them.” “Are you saying that you’ve seen my parents on the nude part of the beach as Ses Salines George?” “I’m saying nothing of the sort but we are talking about you, Catalina, not your parents. You are a grown woman and you can do what YOU want to do Catalina and it has nothing to do with your parents. I’m not going to force you to do anything Catalina, you stripping and enjoying a nude workout with Sandra or getting naked anywhere on Ibiza is your choice, no one else's.” George said. “Okay, enough, Catalina will decide for herself,” I said, “we are not going to force her are we George?” “Hell no, I don’t want to lose my most reliable employee.” ”I’m your only …… never mind.” Catalina replied. “So,” I said, “no more talk about Catalina getting naked, she will get naked in her own time. We need to decide how we are going to promote this place, get more customers in, more money. A pay rise for you Catalina.” George gave me a funny look but Catalina smiled, perked up and said, “If you’re going to do what you just did every day then I’m sure that more men will come in.” “Yes, but all those guys were probably holiday makers, they will be going home soon so who are they going to tell that is likely to come here?” “True.” Catalina replied. “What we need is a good advertising campaign, poster, flyers, demonstrations.” I said. “You just want to get naked everywhere don’t you Sandra?” George said. “I do, but why can’t we use that to promote the gym?” “Good point, or should I say points.” George replied as he tweaked both of my nipples in turn. “Gerroff.” I replied, “now is not the time for that no matter how good it feels. Let’s start with a new name for the place, sorry George but ‘George’s Gym’ doesn’t cut it, doesn’t start the guy’s thinking about naked girls working out does it?” “True,” George replied, “any suggestions, either of you?” “We need a name that could imply naked girls,” I said. We brainstormed for a few minutes coming up with names like: - Bare Basics Body Workout Body Works Body Beautiful Xposed Fitness Olympus Fitness Olympus Gym (both the Olympus suggestions with a reference to the way the original Olympians used to do sports - naked). Naked Fitness Bare Naked Exercise Total Fitness Totally Fit Then I thought of ‘Xpose Gym’ and George liked it. After a little thought Catalina said, “Ah, exposed at the gym, you should add a picture of Sandra working out like she just did.” “Yes, I was coming to that,” I said, “a photograph of me working out on each poster and flyer. Could we get a way with a very explicit photograph here in Ibiza or would it have to be censored?” “We’d definitely get away with showing your tits, bare girl’s tits here are nearly as common as guy’s tits but I think that the poster and flyers should at least blur your pussy or put a black rectangle over it.” George replied. “We could,” I said, “the poster and flyers that go up on the street and in hotels censored but the ones that go up here and the flyers that we hand out on the beach could show everything, couldn’t they?” “I’m sure that we could do that,” George replied, “I can just see you walking up to people of the beach and handing them a naked photo of yourself Sandra.” Catalina giggled a bit the George said, “Okay girls, that’s enough for today, start thinking about wording for the posters and flyers and we’ll talk some more tomorrow. Sandra, go and shower and the put some clothes on then I’ll take you for a quick walking tour of the lively parts of the town. Catalina, no pressure, but think about joining Sandra, I’m 100% sure that you’ll enjoy it.” “I’m 100% sure as well Catalina.” I said as I grabbed a towel and went to the ladies changing room. Fifteen minutes later I was back in reception but with wet hair. “Maybe a hairdryer in the ladies changing room George.” I said, “and a lick of paint all round.” “Okay,” George replied, “any more ideas?” “Yes, a cafe, I’m thirsty and hungry.” We both said goodbye to Catalina and left, me wearing the clothes that I arrived there in. That is to say, an ultra short skirt and a tank top. It was one of the new ones that I’d bought in Magaluf and as we walked I eased one of the shoulder straps off my shoulder. As I walked on the strap slowly slid down my arm taking some of the fabric that covered that tit with it. The barbell in that nipple was stopping the fabric from sliding off my tit but I did nothing about it, I wanted to see what it would take for the fabric to slide over the barbell and leave that one tit fully exposed. All it took was a sharp turn of my body and one of my tits was fully exposed. Of course I knew what had happened but I pretended not to know, George had noticed but he didn’t say anything either. He understood what I was doing and he just smiled as we walked and talked, a mixture of about Ibiza town landmarks and what writing we should put on the posters and flyers. As we walked I kept looking around to see what reactions my one exposed tit was getting but it was virtually none, and the odd reaction wasn’t a really surprised or disgusted reaction. Maybe it was just the conical shape of my tit that drew the second glances. Anyway, it didn’t take long to reach the lively parts of town and the conversation soon became all about the sights. It was a Friday night and the place was heaving, even the long, rectangular ‘square’ of the town was full of people although most of them looked to be Spanish. Then we came to the harbour area and a street or two inland. The number of people walking around increased dramatically, not only tourists but quite a few strangely dressed people. Some of whom I couldn’t tell if they were male or female. We walked down narrow streets with open fronted shops with people slowly walking along as they looked in to the shops and at the world around them. For some of them that included looking at me with my one tit still fully exposed which was being totally ignored by both George and myself. At one point I wished that I’d worn a skirt that was so short that it didn’t cover my slit, but then I remembered that it was night time and no one would probably notice. I looked in one little shop and saw that it was full of jewellery. With the shop being so open I doubted that any of it had any great value, everything was just girl’s accessories. I stopped when I saw a little display with a photograph of a girl’s bare chest, her nipples showing some little cow bells hanging from them. I looked at the collection of what was on sale and George came and stood beside me. Before he or I could say anything the shop owner, a young woman, asked me if I would like to try anything, adding that she had lots that would look good hanging from my nipples. My brain went into overdrive for a second then I replied, “Not at the moment thank you but I will come back some time soon.” As George and I walked away George said, “I was a bit surprised that you didn’t try some of those Sandra.” “I will some other time, but when I do I will be wearing a dress that has to come right off to be able to try any of them.” “I should have guessed Sandra, you just want to get totally naked in such a public place.” “Yes George, you should have guessed and I’m hoping that my new boss will help me show myself to the whole world.” “I don’t know about the whole world, but I’ll do my best. Now, how about something to eat?” We soon found a restaurant, the manager ignoring my one exposed tit and seating us right next to where people were walking by. It was a really nice meal but the price put me off going there on my own. I may have a healthy bank account but I wasn’t going to waste money when there are lots of cheaper places with food just as good, unless there was the opportunity for lots of exposure and in that restaurant there wasn’t, the tables were so close together that people were forever being asked to move their chairs closer to their table so that people could squeeze by One of the things that we talked about as we ate was George telling me about a bar that was supposed to be somewhere close-by. It was supposed to be called something like ‘Groper’s Bar’ and supposedly girls went there fully expecting to be groped by the men there. When George told me that my nipples and pussy started tingling and I got excited. “So where is this place?” I asked. “I don’t know, all I know is that it’s supposed to be somewhere around here.” “Well I’m going to search for it.” “Once we get more guys at the gym you could join them in the showers after your workouts Sandra, see if you get groped or fucked in there.” “Already thought of that George, I intend to do that as well. My boss isn’t going to complain about that is he?” “No he won’t Sandra. Just so long as you don’t turn the place into a knocking shop.” “Well I won’t be doing it for the money, the guys will have paid you just to workout there.” “And to look at you Sandra.” “Yeah, I like being looked at when I haven’t got any clothes on.” “So I’ve noticed, how long are you going to leave that tit out?” “About 10 years.” George laughed then said, “I’m going to photograph that tit tomorrow.” “And the rest of me as well I hope.” “Yes, may as well take the photos for the posters and flyers at the gym before your workout.” “Good, shall I wear my Lush vibrator?” “No, but you can wear that vibrating egg of yours so that you’re all horny when the photos are taken.” “I’d be horny with or without the vibrator. Maybe you could take some photos of me cumming. I’m sure that they’d look good on the posters.” “I’m sure that they will. Now let’s go home, it’s been along day.” “It sure has.” I replied. We walked back to the gym and saw that it was all locked up which George said it should have been, then walked to the Moke. “Expecting the lights to be on and Catalina doing a naked workout?” I asked. “I wouldn’t mind if she was.” I took off my top and skirt before I got in the Moke and we drove back to the villa with me like that. During the journey, not only was I looking around, I was wondering if I could get away with walking around, at least parts of Ibiza town totally naked. I’d walked around with one tit totally exposed for a good 2 hours and I decided that I’d do the same in daylight and also try totally topless at night. Once upstairs I headed to my bedroom but George grabbed my hand and asked, “And where do you think you are going?” I looked up at George’s face, saw him smiling, changed direction and went to his bedroom saying, “I guess that I have to pay for my board and lodging somehow.” The day got even longer, about 2 hours longer as I earned my keep then went to sleep with George spooning me with his cock still inside me. ***** I woke up to the feeling of George taking care of his morning woody inside me. When I turned my head to look at his face I said, “I do hope that you waking me like this is a condition of my employment.” “It is.” George replied and started thrusting in to me much harder and deeper. “If I can be bothered with breakfast I usually wander just down the road to the little supermarket to get some bread and whatever I fancy.” George said once his soft cock slid out of me, “fancy walking down there with me?” “Sure,” I replied. “I’ll just go and get a skirt.” I came back down the stairs and saw George looking at me and smiling. “What?” I asked, “If I’m living here the neighbours are going to have to get used to me wearing next to nothing, maybe actual nothing.” “You do know that that skirt is see-through and not long enough to cover your slit, and I can see your clit.” “Are you complaining George?” “Hell no, come on.” We didn’t see anyone until we got close to the supermarket then those people that did see me ignored me, apart from one middle-aged man who was coming out of the supermarket. “Morning George,” the man said, “cute friend you’ve got there.” “Morning Tony, this is Sandra, Sandra, Tony. Sandra has moved in with me, friends with benefits. Sandra, Tony lives next door and you’ll probably see a lot of him and his girlfriend Angela. “There’s not much more of you to see Sandra,” Tony said, “and what I can see is very nice.” “Thank you Tony.” I replied as I felt my pussy juice up and my clit and nipples start to tingle. We said our goodbyes and George and I went into the supermarket. Me being topless was ignored, even at the checkout, although the young girl was smiling as George paid her. Back at the villa, we sat outside eating and talking. George asked me what I wanted to do during the day adding that he had some work to do and asking me to be at the gym by around 5 p.m. “Don’t worry about transport, I’ll take the scooter so you can use the Moke.” George said. “Got a scooter have you George?” “Yes. Do you think that you can find your way to the gym okay Sandra?” “Probably but I know the address and I’ve got Google Maps.” I replied. There was lots of things that I wanted to do and places to go to but I decided to spend the first day at the villa and the surrounding area, getting to know the place. “Okay Sandra, you’ve got my mobile number in case you want to contact me.” “Yes, thanks George.” George went off to the gym and I went and sorted out my belongings in my bedroom. Then I had to decide what to wear to go for a walk around the neighbourhood. I wanted to go totally naked but I didn’t know what to expect so I chose just the skirt that I’d worn earlier. I felt good and happy a I set off, on foot, to explore, topless and with my slit on display to anyone who cared to look, me carrying my little shoulder bag. I’d already been to the little supermarket with George so I started out by heading there then going down the different roads from it. I didn’t see many other people walking and those that I did see ignored me, I didn’t even see one double-take. I’d been walking for about an hour when I came across a little cafe and decided that an ice cream would be nice so I decided to test the waters and sat at one of the outside tables. A waiter came and took my order, him acting as if I was wearing a nun’s habit. “Maybe they are used to naked girls walking around here?” I thought. Again, when he brought me my ice cream, and again when he came for my money, he ignored my on display tits and slit. As I walked away from the cafe I was a little more confident about my state of dress. As I got near to George’s villa I saw Tony, the neighbour that I had met earlier, he was with a youngish woman coming out of their villa next door. When we got close Tony introduced me to Angela who was wearing a bikini bottoms cover-up and a bikini top that was slightly see-through. I couldn’t see any evidence of any bottoms under the cover-up. “Well hello Sandra,” Angela said, “I’m pleased to see that George has got himself a girl, I was starting to get worried for him and I have to say that you look amazing Sandra, those tits are amazing, I wish that mine were like those, and I see that you like wearing very short skirts, is that your clit that we can see or are you wearing some sort of dildo or vibrator?” “No, that’s all me, the natural me.” “Well George really has struck lucky.” Angela said. “We’re not really lovers Angela, more friends with benefits, I’m helping him boost business at his gym.” “Intriguing, so is George at his gym right now, has he left you all alone up here?” “Yes, I’m meeting him there this evening.” So what have you got planned until then Sandra?” “Nothing, just wandering around, getting to know the area.” “We’re going to the beach for a few hours, you’re welcome to come with us if you like, have you been to Ibiza before?” “No, never, but I don’t have a bikini, I could go and buy one.” “Don’t you waste your money Sandra,” Tony said, “the beach that we’re going to is one of the best in Ibiza and you don’t need a bikini, you girls can get away without one just about anywhere in Ibiza.” I thought for a couple of seconds then said, “Yes please, that's if you are sure that you don’t mind?” “Not at all,” Tony said, “it will be nice to have another gorgeous girl to look at.” Angela thumped Tony’s arm prompting him to say, “What? I can tell that Sandra likes being looked at, isn’t that right Sandra?” “Yes it is Tony, err, George has left me the Moke, can we go in that please, I’ve never driven it before and I need to get used to it.” “Of course we can,” Tony replied, “I like George’s Moke, wish we had one myself, they’re dead easy to drive.” “Okay, I just need to go and get a towel and some sunblock, with you in a couple.” I dashed off and when I go back downstairs and outside, Tony had turned the Moke round, opened the gate and Angela was on the back seat. The back seat of a Moke isn’t very big and part of it is taken up by the lock box and the way that Angela had to sit left it very clear that she wasn’t wearing anything under her bottoms cover-up. “All ready for you Sandra.” Tony said. “Yep, will I be okay going like this?” I was still only wearing the skirt and my sandals and I was pleased then Tony said, “Sure, I’ll be able to see if those little tits actually wobble as you drive over the rough roads.” I smiled as I climbed into the driver’s seat wondering the same myself but I did see Angel thump Tony on the arm. “What?” Tony said, “I like looking at tits, you know that Angela.” “It’s okay,” I said, “I like men looking at my body.” “I was wondering about that Sandra, you don’t seem at all shy.” “Not when it comes to my body, it really turns me on seeing men stare at me.” “I can see that you are going to fit in around here Sandra,” Angela said as I checked to make sure that the gate was closing behind us.” “Why do you say that Angela?” I asked. “The parties, and have you had a look in George’s garage yet?” “No, why.” “Do you by any chance like to be spanked Sandra?” Tony asked. “Funny you should day that Tony, there a story that I can tell you, but not whilst I’m driving, but the short answer is yes, I do like being spanked.” “Sounds like we have a real winner here Angela,” Tony said, then continued, “We drive on the wrong side of the road here Sandra.” “Oops, I forgot.” I replied swerving over to the right. After a few side roads, junctions and a couple of roundabouts we got onto a dual carriageway and I thought, “Yes, driving the Moke is different to driving my driving school’s car and I can see that it will be a lot more fun.” “What’s all that lot?” I asked when we started going alongside what looked like acres of lightly flooded rocks. “Salt, Ses Salines,” Tony said, “the water is evaporating and leaving the salt.” “Ah yes, of course. I should have realised.” I replied. We entered a car park and the 2 old guy attendants didn’t bat an eyelid when they saw a topless girl driving in and paying. After I found a parking slot I switched off and as we started to get out Angela said, “You can leave your skirt in the Moke if you want Sandra, no one will mind and a few dirty old men will appreciate the sight.” So I did, and locked it in the lock box with the other things that we didn’t want to take onto the beach, and that included Angela’s bikini top, leaving her wearing just the bikini bottoms cover-up with nothing under it. As we walked to the beach Tony gave me a brief description of the layout of the area and when we got to the actual beach I just knew that I would be spending quite a few days there. “This is amazing.” I said, “and they let girls go into that beach bar dressed like this?” “This one, and the one towards the rocks, but not the posher ones down on your right..” Tony said. I looked to my left and saw mainly naked people but to my right everyone appeared to be wearing at least one item and I thought, “I wonder what the reactions will be when I walk through that lot totally naked.” By that time Tony and Angela had turned left and were walking along the beach so I followed them until they stopped not far from another beach bar. “This is awesome.” I said as we spread our towels out. I was soon on my back with my arms and legs spread wide enjoying the sun. “Definitely not shy Sandra.” The now naked Angela said as she started rubbing sunblock on Tony’s back. “Get those shorts off Tony,” Angela said, “I can’t put the stuff on your butt with them on. I’m sure that Sandra won’t mind.” As Tony pushed his shorts down I saw an average length semi and I wondered if it got any bigger when it got hard. Unfortunately, I wasn’t about to find out as Tony managed to keep it under control. I watched Angela cover Tony in sunblock then him do the same with Angela. I noted that Angela moaned a bit when he rubbed It on her tits, and she moaned some more when he rubbed her pussy. When he was done Angela asked me if I’d like Tony to do me. Assuming that she meant the sunblock I accepted the offer and turned onto my stomach. As Tony worked his way down my back then my butt I let out a moan as he touched my pussy then I heard Angela ask, “Do you want Tony to make you cum Sandra, he’s good with his fingers?” A little surprised, I looked at Angela and saw her smiling so I said, “Yes please.” Tony teased my pussy a little more then told me to turn over. I did, leaving my legs spread wide hoping that Tony would play with my pussy again. Tony nearly made me cum when he was putting the sunblock in my tits, he kept putting his purlicue on my chest round each tit and smoothing his index fingers and thumbs up then teasing my nipples. “Amazing tits you’ve got there Sandra.” Tony said whilst still doing it after a couple of minutes on both tits. “Yes Sandra,” Angela said, “I wish my tits were like yours, but you might find that those barbells get quite hot in this sun, just go for a dip if they do. Oh Tony, did Sandra’s tits wobble as we drove here?” “They went up and down when her chest did, the suspension on Mini Mokes isn’t that brilliant, but they never changed shape, perfect little cones, and they’re really quite firm as well.” “Can you leave my tits alone please Tony,” I asked, “I might just cum if you keep doing that.” Tony did move his hands down my torso but as he did so I heard him quietly say, “Just you wait my girl.” I said nothing but guessed what he was referring to and couldn’t wait. I was right, after Tony had put sunblock on my legs he moved up and started on my lower abdomen and my upper, inner thighs. When he started rubbing my clit I looked over to Angela and saw that she was smiling so I let myself go, albeit keeping my mouth shut not wanting the hundreds of people around to know that I was cumming, well not the first time that I was on that beach, I was 100% sure that I’d be cumming on that beach quite a lot in the coming days, week, months. But I couldn’t stop the involuntary shaking and jerking as Tony made sure that my orgasm wasn’t over in a couple of seconds. As usual, I totally lost track of time when I’m cumming and when Tony stopped I just lay there gradually returning to normal. After a while Angela said, “I told you that he was good with his fingers.” “And you were right, thank you Tony.” “First one of the day was it Sandra?” Tony asked. “No, George gave me a couple before we got off the bed this morning.” After that we just lay there for a while before my curiosity got the better of me and I got to my feet and said that I was going to explore the area. “You be careful Sandra, a naked girl on her own can be an invite trouble.” Angela said. “Have you even heard of a girl being attacked around here Angela?” Tony asked. “No but ……“ Angel replied. “I’m a karate black belt so I should be okay.” I said. “Remind me not to argue with you.” Tony added. Off I walked towards the beach bar then the rocks. Not many of the naked people took any notice but I stared at one man, he had a good half dozen piercings in his cock, all with rings of different sizes in them. I wondered what it would be like getting fucked by that cock. Once I was up on the rocky area I felt really alive. The sun, the gentle, warm breeze and the mainly clothed people who were walking along the paths was making me feel great, and horny. I loved the way some of the clothed people looked at me, it was like they’d never seen a naked girl before. A few times I stopped and looked down on the sandy little areas and the people on them, In one of them I saw a girl riding reverse cowboy style on a man and decided that I was going to do that one day in the not too distant future. I came to what looked like an old dis-used lighthouse with a couple of cars parked there. When I looked along the rocks at the water’s edge I saw a couple of old men fishing. I continued walking and came to another very nice beach but all I could see was male couples, some doing things that indicated to me that that beach was for gays so I turned inland, guessing that I’d walked along 2 sides of a triangle so cutting through the wooded area would take me back to Tony and Angela the shortest way. I was soon on a track that obviously had been used by vehicles, then when I turned a corner I saw lots of clothed people walking towards me. Not being a shy wimp I kept walking right passed them. They all looked like they were heading to a beach and some of them looked as though it was the gay beach they were going to. The others included girls and I wondered if I’d missed a turning onto the first beach. Before long I turned another corner and saw the car park. “What the hell.” I thought and I walked through all the parked cars, and the Moke, and came to the turning to the beach that we’d first used, but not feeling tired, and feeling a but brave, I kept walking passed more people who looked like they were setting out for a day on the beach. Then I saw some buildings then a cafe. “Sod it.” I thought and the totally naked me walked through the cafe onto the road where I saw a cafe, a shop and a bus. “That explains the groups of people.” I thought. Then I thought about flashing my pussy on a bus and I decided that some days I’d come to that beach on the bus instead of in George’s Moke. I saw a ramp down to the beach with lots of motorbikes and scooters parked alongside it and I walked down onto the beach. To my right was what looked like a factory of some sort and in front of me I saw a couple of jet-skis. “I’ll have to see if I can hire one of those one day.” I thought before starting walking to my left, towards what was obviously the clothed area of the beach. With another ‘what the hell’, I walked straight into the middle of the clothed area. I got a couple of old ladies giving me filthy looks, and quite a few people staring at me. As I walked on I thought about going there and handing out flyers for George’s gym. I smiled as I thought about me squatting down to hand a flyer to a cute, sleeping guy who was innocently sunbathing in some shorts and him opening his eyes and getting an eyeful of my bare, spread pussy. The walking through the clothed area didn’t last long and I was soon able to see Tony and Angela. “There you are Sandra,” Tony said, “we were just starting to think about sending out search parties.” “There may be quite a few acres here but it would be difficult to get lost here.” Angela said. “Sorry, have I been a long time” I asked. “Not at all Sandra, it’s just that Tony missed seeing your tits.” I looked at Tony and saw that he was in danger of getting a hard-on - again. “Yes, I can see that he’s getting pleased to see them.” I said as I lay on my back on my towel. “You shouldn’t have such a great pair of tits Sandra,” Tony said, “look at them, perfect conical shape with not even a hint of sag, and those nipples, what a size, I could chew on them all day. And that clit, it’s about the same size as your nipples.” “Alright Tony, leave the poor girl alone.” Angela said. Then she turned to me and said, “Sandra, you said that you liked to be spanked, tell us that story you mentioned.” So I did, all about Isla’s advert on Reddit, the posh Gentlemen’s Club and Master Thomas. I described what we had to do in the Gentlemen’s Club including the Sybian and I also told them about the money that they paid us but not the escort job.” Tony interrupted then telling me that George had a Sybian in his garage. I got back to my story and told them about the hotel, drugged fucking. “So you had no idea what those rich men did to you when you were out cold?” Tony asked. “Well actually, I cheated.” I replied then told then about the hidden cameras. “You’ve got quite a lot on ingenuity Sandra.” “Well I wanted to know what they were doing to me.” “I don’t blame you Sandra,” Angela said, “did you recognise any of the men?” “No, but I wouldn’t have blackmailed them even if I had. It wouldn’t have been fair. Also it might have spoiled things for other girls.” “Well Sandra,” Angela said, “your sex life has been far more interesting than mine and you’ve got a few years on me. I can’t promise you any money but I can promise you a good time, I’m sure that George will get around to telling you about the parties quite soon.” “I’m sure that he will. He’s got his hands full with the changes to the gym at the moment.” “Oh yes, what’s he changing?” Tony asked, “he’s not going all up market or something is he?” “No, he’s got himself a new attraction and he’s going to re-brand the place.” I replied. “Tell me more?” Angela asked. “I think that that’s best kept until it’s all finalised, talking of which, what time is it?” “Tony told me and I told them that I’d have to be going soon, that I had to get showered and to the gym by early evening.” “Have to book appointments to have a workout now do we?” Angela asked. “Hell no, you can come anytime that it’s open, it’s just that George, Catalina and myself have a few things to talk about then I’m going to have a workout myself. You should come along sometime.” “We do, how do you think that I keep my body looking so trim?” Angela replied. “How about a swim then we’ll go?” The 3 of us went for that swim and I lay back floating and looking up at the sky. I started thinking that my year out may end up going no further than Ibiza. When we got out of the sea we got dried, Tony put his shorts on and Angela put just her bottoms cover-up on then we walked back to the Moke. “Driving back like that Sandra?” Tony asked. “Is that a problem?” I asked. “Not unless we get stopped by the police but there’s not much chance of that. It may be a good idea to keep a dress in a waterproof bag under that seat just in case.” “Good idea Tony.” I replied as we started walking back to the car park. There were still people arriving as we were leaving and I wondered what it would be like to own a house right on a beach like that. Now, for those readers who are not familiar with the Mini Moke you should know that, although they do have roll bars, they don’t have any doors and the side panels are lower than the seats so anyone who looked at the side of the vehicle when I was driving naked would be able to see all off my naked side from my knees up. The journey back was uneventful apart from a guy on a scooter who stopped right alongside us when we got to a roundabout. Each time that we got closer to the roundabout the scooter stopped alongside us. One time when he was stopped beside me and he was staring at me I gave him a smile and a wave but I got nothing back.

Stripped, Tied Up, and Tickled by TheBlushingPrincess Stripped, Tied Up, and Tickled: My First Time Part I Scott and I had been good friends since the fifth grade. We were both new to the school, each having moved from different cities, and we bonded right away. And now five years later, in our sophomore year of high school, we still have lunch together, hang out together, study together. We’ve never been romantic (although I think each of us has thought about it for a moment from time to time). We’re just good friends, and that’s really great. For a long time, I have known that Scott has a thing about tickling. He really likes doing it. He’ll sneak up from behind me and grab me around the waist and really make me laugh hard. It’s never anything sexual. Frankly, I don’t know what he likes about it so much. But it’s rare that we’ll be together and he doesn’t try to tickle me in some way. On my belly, around the waist, under the arms, on my sides, and so on. I don’t mind. It’s cute when he does it, and I’m kind of flattered. Maybe he just likes hearing the sound of my laugh! Over the past couple of years, he makes jokes about wanting to tie me up and tickle me. It sounds kind of weird to me, but I smile, telling him it’s never going to happen. But he does keep asking. He is persistent. But I guess that’s just not my thing. So I reassure him how much he means to me, and “thanks for asking,” but “no.” He doesn’t seem to mind. Scott’s sixteenth birthday was coming up in a couple of weeks, and I wanted to get him something special for his birthday. He had been really looking forward to getting his driver’s license, and I knew he would want to do something special to celebrate. We were riding our bikes together one day (as we often did) and I asked him, “Anything in particular you’ve been thinking that you want from me for your birthday?” He didn’t miss a beat. With no delay, he looked right at me, longingly, and said, “Yes, actually. I want you to let me tie you up and tickle you.” I laughed it off. He’d been asking that of me for years. “No, really. Is there something special you want from me for your birthday?” He stopped peddling and came to a stop. So did I. He looked at me, innocently, sweetly, and hopefully. “Yes. Really. Kaylie, I want you to let me tie you up and tickle you.” I was taken aback. He had been joking about this for so long. But here it was. A real ask. He really wanted me to do this for him… and for his sixteenth birthday, no less. It saddened me to tell him “no,” but I did. And once again, he took the rejection in stride. Although he did seem disappointed that I wasn’t going to grant him his birthday wish this year. It distressed me a bit too, but like I said, that’s not really my thing. A few days later, with his birthday approaching, we were talking about some ways to celebrate. Maybe a party at my house with some friends; going to an amusement park; or even just a nice dinner out somewhere. He’s a really good guy, and he had dropped the tickling thing. He didn’t bring it up again. But I knew how much he wanted it. I went to bed that night thinking about it. How bad could it really be, I thought, to be tied up and tickled. I mean, Scott’s a really good, sweet guy. It’s not like I felt like it would be unsafe or threatened in any way. We were best friends. I couldn’t believe I was even entertaining the thought. I mean, I’ve never been tied up like that with anyone. Really, there hasn’t been anyone that I would do that with. Neither Scott or I had really dated much. Other than going to school dances (which we would usually go to with each other, just as friends), neither of us had been in a romantic relationship with anyone. It wasn’t a big deal. We just hadn’t. But in the end, I couldn’t do it. So I fell asleep, okay with my decision—but still disheartened that I wouldn’t be able to do this for him. A couple of days later, Scott and I were having lunch. He brought it up again, saying, “Kaylie, I’m sorry I brought up about the tickling thing. Don’t worry about it. We’ll do something else and it will be great.” He put up a good front, and I really appreciated how considerate he was in wanting to make me feel better. Still, I could see in his eyes that he was let down. His birthday was now just one week away. If we were going to plan a party, we needed to do it. We started figuring out who we would invite, and we were making some plans for food, and so on. The next day, I was going to make some fun “Sixteenth Birthday” invitation cards and give them to our friends at school. Again, that night as I was lying in bed, I was thinking about it. Really, how bad could it be to be tied up and tickled? I’m really ticklish, but I guess that’s what he likes about it. Surely, I could endure it for a few minutes. It’s not like there’s anything sexual about it. He does it all the time. It’s just that this time, I would be tied up. My heart started beating faster as I considered it. It really would be such a great gift to give him.. something he would remember for the rest of his life. At that moment, it was like my body was disconnected from my brain. My hand reached for my phone next to my bed, and I called Scott. It was ringing. “Hey, Kaylie,” he said, having seen my name come up his phone. “What’s up?” “You win.” “What do you mean?” “I’ll do it.” “Do what?” He really had no idea what I was talking about. “I will let you tie me up and tickle me for your birthday.” As I moved my lips, my brain couldn’t believe what I was saying. It’s like it was in slow motion. Silence. “Don’t tease me,” came his surprised and skeptical voice through the phone. “No, really. I will do it. I will let you tie me up and tickle me. If that’s what you really want.” “Are you serious?” “Hey, don’t keep asking me, or I might change my mind!” “Wow. Kaylie. You are amazing. This is going to be great. Oh, you will love it. Thank you!” “So you just need to tell me when and where, and I’ll be ready.” He was so excited. The tone in his voice was so joyful. I was really going to be giving him a special gift. And I felt good about that. I was a little nervous, not knowing exactly what to expect. But I was feeling good about my decision. The next day, when Scott saw me at school, he ran up to me, gave me a big hug, picked me up, and twirled me around. This surprised me (in a good way) and it made my heart race just a bit. He was all smiles. His birthday was coming up that Saturday. Since my parents and brother were going to be out of town that weekend visiting colleges, we decided that he would come over to my house after lunch. Then we would have the whole afternoon and evening to hang out—and for me to give him his gift. Part II At long last, Saturday arrived. Right on schedule, Scott arrived at my house on his bike shortly after lunch. He came in and we hung out for a few minutes before heading up to my bedroom where I would give him his present. He was in a great mood (and why wouldn’t he be, knowing what was coming?) and we were laughing and having a great time. Once we arrived in my room, he casually kicked off his shoes, as he would normally do when he came over, and he opened a small bag. In the bag, were four silk scarves. As we were talking he walked all around my bed and tied the ends of the scarves to the bed posts. I saw where this was going. It was time to get down to business. Scott began. “Okay. Well, you should probably get undressed before I tie you up. That’ll be easier.” Whoa! What? “Get undressed?” I asked, dumbfounded. “Since when is that part of the equation?” “Well, look at what you’re wearing,” he said matter-of-factly, explaining the obvious. “You’ve got that big, thick sweater and those running shoes and socks. I mean, I wouldn’t be able to access any skin. It really would be much better if we can have direct contact.” I could see his point. It was valid. “Well, how about this. I’ll lose the shoes and socks, and change into a tank top.” The negotiations had begun. He thought about it for a second. After a beat, he admitted, “Honestly, I had really hoped you would be undressed.” There was a long pause, as we each considered our negotiating positions. I interjected, still matter-of-factly and business-like, “You’ve really got this planned out, haven’t you.” He sheepishly nodded his head. There was another pause as we each contemplated our next move. I broke the silence. “If I ask you a question, will you give me an honest answer?” “You bet.” I looked him in the eye. “Have you jacked off while thinking about tickling me, undressed, tied to the bed?” He froze. Deer in the headlights. I had caught him. Then, after a short delay, came the reply. “What? Absolutely not! No. Well, maybe... Well, yes. Definitely yes.” I wasn’t surprised. I knew that guys jack off thinking about the girls they know. It didn’t bother me. “That’s fine.” I replied. “I’m not mad. I just wanted to know. Because you really seem to have something very specific in mind,” I smiled. I thought about my next move. Surely there was some additional concession I could make. I didn’t want to ruin his birthday gift. But at the same time, I had absolutely no intention of stripping. I mean, I’ve got a cute body with nice curves in the right places. That wasn’t the thing at all. It’s just that no boy has ever seen me undressed. So as far as I was concerned, that was not on the table. “How about this,” I offered, attempting to negotiate in good faith. “How about if I change out of my jeans and put on a pair of running shorts?” That seemed very reasonable to me. “So I’d be wearing a tank top, running shorts, and no shoes or socks. Will that work for you?” I could see him thinking. Clearly, he had been playing this out in his mind for some time, and my wearing a shirt and shorts were assuredly not part of his vision. But the ball was in his court now. I’ll admit, the negotiation was stimulating. “How about this,” he replied, as we worked out the details in a high-stakes game of give-and-take. “We had agreed that you would be tied up and tickled for 30 minutes. I’ll bring it down to 20 minutes if you do it undressed.” Hm. Well, that was an offer to consider. Like time off for good behavior. “I’ll do 25 minutes, no shirt, but I keep the shorts.” We could both tell that we were getting closer to an agreement. He looked around my bedroom. “Okay. 25 minutes, no shirt, no shorts, but we’ll turn the lights out.” I took in the proposal. 25 minutes. No shirt. No shorts. But lights out. Hmm. On the one hand, having the lights out wasn’t really that big a deal. The sun was bright in the early-afternoon sky, and even with the shades drawn in my room, it was almost like daylight. But to not have the harsh incandescent lights illuminating my mostly exposed flesh did appeal to me. I knew I would look better in the natural light. Not that I was doing this to impress anyone. But I figured, I may as well look my best if we’re going to do this. Then he added, “And I get to watch you undress.” Man. We were almost there. I could tolerate the thought of being undressed in front of him. But getting undressed in front of him? That seemed a little familiar. Even for good friends like us. He could see me weighing the options. Then he added with a hopeful smile and sincere, puppy-dog eyes, “and just a reminder… it’s my birthday.” He had worn me down. “Okay, Scott. It’s a deal.” We shook hands on it. So now what? Was I just supposed to start stripping down? How was this going to play out? “Well, birthday boy,” I said, “I’ll let you call the shots. This is your birthday present. Tell me what you want me to do.” “Okay. Well, first, Kaylie, you are the best. Alright. Here’s what we do.” He took a seat at the chair in front of my makeup mirror and turned and looked at me, as if he were directing a movie. “We agreed to have the lights off. So go ahead and turn off the lights.” It was starting to feel a little strange, as I was basically taking orders from him. But it was kind of exciting too. I took a couple of steps over to the door and switched off the ceiling lights. The room was still fully illuminated with bright daylight, but at least the ceiling lights were off. “Now what?” I asked, awaiting the next direction. “Okay,” he directed. Come stand over here. A little to the right. Yes, that’s it.” I think he wanted to get me in just the right light. “Alright. Why don’t you start with your shoes and socks.” Whew. Well at least we were starting off easy. I could take off my shoes and socks no problem. I kicked off my running shoes and then lifted each foot to remove the socks. Fortunately, I had just painted my toes. So I thought they looked pretty good. A nice touch for Scott’s birthday, I thought to myself. I was starting to get butterflies in my stomach. I knew that next was either the sweater or the jeans, but I wasn’t sure which. I waited. He seemed to be taking his time. He was studying my feet, imagining, I suppose how ticklish they were. He had tickled parts of my upper body before, but never my feet. The soles of my feet are really ticklish, but I sure wasn’t going to tell him that. He continued with his directives. “Next, I think the jeans. Yes, definitely. You can take those off next.” I’m not sure why he went with the jeans first. I thought he would have been in more of a hurry to see me standing there in my bra. But as I removed the jeans, it occurred to me that with the length of the sweater, it covered my panties. So it kind of looked like I was wearing the sweater with nothing underneath that. Maybe that’s what he was enjoying about it. I peeked at his crotch. I was curious if this was getting him aroused. But oddly, it wasn’t. At least, not there, not yet. Maybe this really wasn’t sexual at all for him. It was just something about exposing my skin for the tickling I was about to receive. Then, and I wasn’t expecting this, Scott asked me, in kind of a shy and submissive voice (which seemed odd, given that he was clearly in the dominant position), “Do you mind if I take your sweater off for you?” I probably would have said no, but he was really just so sweet about it. So I smiled and said, “Happy birthday.” He stood up, and walked over to me. We were face to face. I’ll admit, I was a little turned on. I think if he had tried to kiss me, I would have let him. But he didn’t. He gently reached down to the bottom of the sweater and slowly and respectfully lifted it off me. There was an odd feeling of dignity and grace to his movement. I was shocked at how that made me feel inside. So there we were, looking at each other, face to face, inches apart. In five years of friendship, I don’t know that we had ever been quite that close to each other. He was fully clothed, save for his shoes which he had kicked off earlier. And I was nearly naked, concealed only by my white bra with lace overly (clasp in front) and coordinating panties. Something started stirring in me. I really wanted to kiss him. But that was not part of our deal, and I didn’t want to get in the way of his tickle fantasy. Besides, it was probably just the moment. Best to let it pass. He brought me over to my bed and had me lay down. My bed sticks out from the wall, so there’s walking room on both sides. He took the first of the four silks that he had previously tied to the bed posts and he wrapped it around my right wrist. “Does that feel okay?” he asked with genuine care. It was snug, but not painful. “It’s fine, I think.” Then he walked to the other side of the bed and bound my left wrist. “This is really going to be fun,” he said, looking into my eyes. “You really are the best, Kailey.” Well you’re pretty special, yourself, I thought. “Thanks.” With my arms stretched tight and my wrists secured, he moved on to my ankles. I didn’t know what to expect. Would he tie them up straight down together or each one individually, spread eagle? I was thinking that we should have negotiated that point. I really didn’t want to be spread eagle. Such a compromising and unflattering position. Thankfully, he tied them straight down together. My feet weren’t quite touching each other, but they were separated only by a few inches. I could only imagine that he had planned it out exactly this way. Hey, I’m not judging. We’ve all got our little kinks. It was surprisingly fun for me to help him live this out, turning his fantasy into reality. And how amazing of him that he had the courage to say what he really wanted—and to persist until it happened. The whole thing was pretty impressive. As I was having all these thoughts, I had completely forgotten that I was about to be mercilessly tickled for 25 minutes. My heart started racing again. Scott sat next to me on the bed, still not touching me. He said, “Okay. We agreed 25 minutes.” “Right,” I replied. He continued. “Okay. A couple of rules. If you need a break, let me know. You can have up to one break every five minutes. Your break can last up to five minutes, but the timer will stop during the breaks.” It was like an Olympic sport or something. “And we need a safe word. If you really need me to stop because of something serious, you can say, ‘tomato,’ and I’ll stop, no questions asked. Of course, the timer will stop too. Then we’ll wait until you’re ready before we keep going. Make sense?” I was incredibly nervous at this point. I really hadn’t thought about my potential reaction to prolonged tickling. Would I be able to breathe? Would I pee the bed? My heart was really racing. Scott put the timer where we could both easily see it. He asked me, “Are you ready?” I replied, “Happy birthday, Scott. I hope you enjoy your present.” He stood up and took a minute to look at me. Up and down, enjoying what I suspect was the best birthday present he had ever received. There I was, fully on display for him. I had a nice looking body, and I suspect he was enjoying it. I could see the look in his eyes, trying to imagine which part of me was most ticklish. I guess we were both about to find out. Part III It was an electronic kitchen timer with five buttons. Minute up; minute down; start; pause; and reset. Any time a button was pressed, it would emit a loud, piercing beep. Scott put his finger on the “minute up” button. “Count to 25 with me,” he said. Our voices in unison, we said, “1.” A beep. “2.” Another beep. “3.” And another. With each shrill beep, I felt my heart race in anticipation. I’ll admit, I was terrified, but also more than a little curious. Finally came the “25.” And the final shrill beep. There it was. Scott moved his finger to the start button. “Press it, already,” I thought, anxious to get on with whatever was coming. BEEP. I had never been more uneasy in my life. My heart was going a mile a minute. He sat down on the bed next to my bound, extended body, and started running his fingers gently over my belly. Then up and down my sides. It gave me goosebumps and made me writhe a little. But it actually felt good. Yes, it tickled, but the caresses were soft and sensitive. I thought, “well this isn’t so bad; I can do this easily for another 24-and-a-half minutes.” Sometimes he would go a little harder, digging into my side a little more with his finger. This would make me giggle and my body would jump. But it was kind of fun and exciting. Really not bad at all. He started to glide his fingers down to my mid-section. Suddenly I got a little nervous. We had not discussed that my privates were off limits. I didn’t think he would dare, though. And he didn’t. He slid his fingers down, over and past my hips, and started caressing my inner thighs. It was intimate, but he respectfully stayed a safe distance from my lady parts. I had my eyes on the clock. 23 minutes. I was like, “I have got this made in the shade. Nothing to it.” I even closed my eyes to enjoy it, gently giggling and wriggling in response to his touch. Then, out of the blue I felt his grip tighten, both hands pinching and pulsing on my right inner thigh. HOLY FUCKING SHIT! Without warning, I started screaming and thrashing, involuntarily. The sensation started in my thighs but quickly rippled through my entire body. I pulled with all my might against the silk scarves which securely held me in place. I’d twist my body to the right; then to the left. Almost turning upside down to the extent my restraints would allow. Anything to alleviate this overpowering sensation. It was crazy intense! I was laughing, but there was nothing funny about it. “Looks like we found our first spot!” Scott happily announced, like he had just hit upon a winning lottery ticket. I couldn’t get any words out between the laughing, the screaming, and the thrashing. I think I may have been able to produce a “Please, Please!”, but nothing more. He was relentless. He worked that spot for what seemed like five minutes. Then he stopped suddenly, going back to gently cascading his fingers over my still-trembling thighs. I summoned the energy to look at the timer. 22 minutes. Are you kidding me? That was just one minute? Holy shit! He continued to move down my calves to the upper parts of my feet. I was thinking, “Okay. A reprieve for a minute or two. Not sure why he’s on the top parts of my feet. I don’t think anyone is ticklish there.” Then he pulled his hands away and reached for that bag he had brought in. I had figured there were just the scarves in it. But no. Apparently it was his little bag of tricks. He intentionally let me see him poking around in there. I thought, “Take all the time you need, birthday boy. The clock is ticking.” He pulled out a feather. Really? A feather? How cliché is that? “Okay dude,” I thought, sarcastically. “Go to town with your feather.” Very lightly, he caused the feather to slither around the bottoms of my exposed feet. Like before, it was tingly and made me squirm, but it was not entirely unpleasant. I didn’t dare look at the clock. It had betrayed me earlier. So I closed my eyes and bravely withstood the “feather-on-the-foot” treatment. It caused me to giggle and twist my feet and legs a bit. But not much more. Then it stopped for a moment. Scott said, “I’m curious about trying the other end of the feather.” What? He’s giving me a play-by-play now? Okay, my friend. Take it away. I peered down my barely covered body, all the way down to Scott, now crouched at the foot of my bed, face to face with the soles of my feet. He turned the feather around so the hard quill was facing my indefensible feet. He held my right foot in place with his hand, and then pressed the quill against my heel and started to move it up toward my toes. FUCK!!! THAT SHIT TICKLES!!! Immediately, my legs and feet started thrashing wildly. For a second, I thought I was going to break free and kick him in the face. But he quickly climbed up on the bed and straddled my legs, his butt toward my hips and facing my feet. He took that feather and went to town. Holy shit! My feet were twisting and struggling. My upper body wasn’t affected, other than that I was doing everything I could to break my wrists free so I could stop the tickling. Damn those scarves were strong! I was laughing and screaming, twisting and turning. “Okay! Okay!” I managed to get out between shrieking and laughing. “I need a break!” He stopped tickling me immediately and smacked the pause button on the timer. 20 minutes. We looked at each other. I was catching my breath, panting, trying to regain my composure. He was watching my stomach and chest as I breathed heavily. Clearly, he was enjoying his gift. Okay, so maybe this was a little more intense than what I thought I was getting into, but I could make it another 20 minutes. I peeked at his crotch. There was definitely a bulge. So he was having a good time. Good for him. Glad I could help. Break time was over. Scott grabbed his bag of tricks and revealed an electric toothbrush. Okay, sport. What are you doing with that? BEEP. And we were off. He turned on that electric toothbrush and placed it firmly against my left side, just about two inches from my armpit. You can’t imagine a more sudden and violent reaction. I was shaking the bed, turning and twisting wildly. He climbed onto my chest to hold me still, slowly moving that dreadful electric toothbrush in a small circular pattern, getting up into my armpit and away from it. This MUST have been going on for a good ten minutes. I glanced at the timer. 19 minutes. What the fuck? One fucking minute??? Shit. I was in trouble. The vibrating sensation shot waves through my entire body. Screaming, laughing, and twitching, I must have looked like a bowl of jiggling Jell-o. Then suddenly, the toothbrush stopped. My eyes were closed. I didn’t even have the energy to open them. I was thinking, “Okay. That was intense. But he’ll mix it up a little and go back to some light caresses now, right? Wrong. The toothbrush turned on again, now acting on my other armpit. This really was more intense than I could have imagined. I was crying out, “Stop! Stop!” But he didn’t stop. He had established that he wouldn’t stop unless I officially said that I needed a break. But I was done with breaks. I just wanted to let that timer run down and be finished with this as soon as possible! He turned off the toothbrush and went back to using his fingers. He was relentless, working my belly and hips. I could hardly catch my breath, when suddenly I thought I was going to pee my pants. “Please! Stop! I’m going to piss myself!” I called out. But he persisted. Digging in, twisting, faster and slower. Good heavens! I had no idea I could possibly be this ticklish! I screamed at full volume… and as I did… I peed myself. Just plain-old peed in my panties. I was utterly ashamed. But there it was. He stopped and hit the timer, and I cut myself off mid-stream. 18 minutes. So there I was in pee-soaked panties. Yuck. But I thought, “Well maybe this is my moment. He’ll let me change, we’ll get to talking, and maybe he’ll say we’re good and he’s had enough fun.” Here’s hoping. Scott looked at me. “Do you want me to take off your panties for you?” he asked casually, as if he was asking me if I wanted a glass of water or something. “Nice try, Scott,” I gently came back. “Well look. I can’t untie you. How about this.” He reached into that damn bag of his and produced a purple silk scarf, about eight inches square. “I’ll cover you with this scarf, and then I can slide your panties off.” Had he been planning this? Damn, he was good. “Okay,” I offered, resigned to the impending embarrassment of having my friend remove my undergarment. “I’ll let you do that, but you’ve got to bring the timer down to 10 minutes.” Scott was shocked. “Ten minutes? No way. That’s cutting eight minutes off the time. Frankly, we should be adding minutes because I’m taking off your pee-soaked panties! But I’ll tell you what. I’ll take it down to 14 minutes, I cover you with the scarf and remove your panties, and I also cover your breasts with two more scarves and take off your bra. After all, you’d look awfully silly just wearing your bra and no panties. What do you say?” “Twelve minutes,” I countered, not really believing that I was agreeing to him taking my bra too. “Twelve minutes it is. Deal?” “Deal,” I reluctantly confirmed. He covered my privates with the scarf, just has he had said. Then he slipped his fingers into my waistband and pulled my pee-soaked panties down my thighs and legs, over my feet, and let them dangle over the foot of the bed. Then he walked down the hall to the restroom and came back with a towel. He had me lift my hips, and he slid the towel between my butt and the bed. I think he snuck a peek at my ass. That’s okay. I’ve got a nice ass. Then he reached into the bag again, his hand emerging with two more eight-inch scarves, one designated for each breast. He carefully placed them, and then reached underneath to release my bra (which surprisingly, he seemed to do with minimal fumbling; kind of impressive for a boy his age). Once undone, he slid the bra up and over my head, the straps gently tugging at my shoulders and arms. I was literally only covered by three scarves. Two over my breasts, and one over my privates. This was by far the closest I had been to being naked in front of a boy, and I’ll concede that if I could get past the humiliation of being nearly naked in front of Scott, it was kind of turning me on. Scott’s hand moved to the timer, and he reduced the remaining time, just as we had agreed. “Count down with me,” he said. Then in unison, “17.” Beep. “16.” Beep. “15.” Beep. “14.” Beep. “13.” Beep. “12.” Beep. 12 minutes. Scott hit the start button. And we were off again. This time, there was no starting off with light tickling. Scott had just 12 minutes left, and he was going to use every one of them to the fullest. Let the screaming and writhing begin. He was using every trick in the book. Fingers; feathers on the feet; toothbrush in the armpits. He kept me guessing and would generally move relatively quickly from body part to body part and from technique to technique. Sometimes he would find a spot that would really make me laugh hard or writhe uncontrollably. When he found those spots he would linger a bit longer. I knew he was finding this whole thing a turn on. But good heavens. It was crazy intense on my mind and body. After another 30 seconds or so with the toothbrush, this time on the back of my leg behind my knee, I couldn’t take it anymore. I was literally going to explode. “Okay! Break! Break! Or I’m going to pee again!” Scott stopped the timer. 9 minutes. “I have got to go to the bathroom. Please just untie me. I promise, I’ll come back and lay down and you can tie me up again. But I have got to go the bathroom.” I could see the wheels turning in Scott’s mind. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll untie you. But just to make sure there’s no funny business…” He paused as he reached into that horrid bag of his. What could he possibly pull out next? He produced two fur-lined shackles, each connected to a piece of canvas strapping. The two straps were fastened together with a locking belt buckle. “I’m just going to fasten your hands together with these while you go to the bathroom. You’ll be fully free, but then we can come back and keep going.” I didn’t get why any of that was necessary, but I didn’t care. I had to pee so bad. “Okay, birthday boy. Whatever you say. Just get me out of here so I can pee.” With great efficiency, Scott first shackled my wrists and then untied the scarves. Oh, man. That really felt good. With all the tickling, I hadn’t been paying attention… but those scarves were kind of digging into my wrists. The fur-lined shackles, as crazy as it sounds, were much more comfortable. Then he untied my feet. “Okay,” he said. “Bathroom’s all yours.” I started to stand up. Scott was staring at me, smiling, from a few feet back. And then I froze. “You asshole!” I said, looking at him, knowing he had once again beat me. “What?” he replied in a cat-that-got-the-canary tone. “When I stand up, these scarves are going to fall.” “No they won’t. You can hold them up. You’ve got pretty much full range with those straps. You can do it, Kaylie, I know you can!” he encouraged, knowing full well that I didn’t have more than a 50/50 shot. With my right hand, I reached down and held the scarf in place over my privates. But what to do about my breasts? They aren’t particularly small. C-cup. Full and perky. The scarves could cover them okay while I was laying on my back. But when I stood up? I wasn’t so sure. I took my left arm and pressed it over my chest, holding the scarves in place. I sat up. There was Scott, gleefully enjoying my fumbling and embarrassment. He opened the door for me. What a gentleman. I stood up, knowing that my ass was going to be on full display for him as a walked down the hall. But I only had two hands. Okay. Part of me was thinking, “Big deal. He’s going to see my ass. Let him look.” But the other part of me was mortified that he was going to see me naked, if only from the back. The more I thought about it, the more embarrassed I was getting, and my face was even starting to flush. But I really had to pee. So damn it all, I stood up and ran quickly down the hall to the bathroom, giving Scott what I can only assume was a great view of my firm yet bouncing cheeks. Ahh. Relief. I made it without peeing on the floor. I headed back to my bedroom, and there was Scott, patiently waiting at the door. “Welcome back, Ms. Kaylie,” he offered with faux formality, as if he were welcoming me to the royal ball. I played along, smiling, “Thank you, Mr. Scott.” I was putting up a good front, but this was beyond humiliating. And I had nine minutes remaining of this degrading torture. I started to head over to the bed to resume my bondage. But Scott interrupted me. So there we are. Standing face to face in the middle of the room. Again, there he is fully dressed. And there I am, doing all I can to cover myself with three tiny silk scarves. I was really starting to get the feeling that he owned me and I had zero control over anything anymore. The thought made me start to physically tremble a bit. Scott said, “Instead of tying you to the bed, we’ll do the next bit standing up.” He gestured for me to walk back toward the door. I turned obediently, and walked over to the door, knowing that he had an unobstructed view of my cute little butt. It was downright shameful. But I dutifully did as I was told. “Now,” he continued, “If you’ll just raise your hands over your head…” I cut him off right there. “Hold on there, pardner. No way. If I raise my hands, the scarves fall, and I’m totally naked. Not part of the deal.” I shouldn’t have been surprised, but he seemed like he had been anticipating this circumstance. He went back over to his bag and pulled out a really large silk scarf. Probably like three feet square. “Open your mouth,” he instructed. “What???” “Just open your mouth.” Not knowing what to expect, I did. He took the tip of the large scarf and placed it just inside my lips. “Now close your lips.” I did. “There you go,” Scott stated, oh so proud of himself for his ingenuity, as if he had just discovered the secrets of the universe. “Now you can raise your hands and the scarf will keep you covered. Just don’t open your mouth!” And without even having any time to react, he raised both my arms over my head, grabbed the straps that were attached to my wrist shackles, tossed them over the other side of the door, and closed the door. And there I was, standing naked, stretched out with my hands well over my head, covered by a thin scarf that was suspended only by my lips. Scott turned the timer so we could both see it. “Now remember,” he cautioned me, “try not to laugh.” “MMmfmmmmfff mmffmfmm.” “I’m sorry, what was that,” he queried? “MMMMFMFFFFM MMFMMFMMMM MMMMM!!!” “If you could please articulate just a bit more clearly?” “MMMMMMFFMFMMF MFMFF MFMFFFFFFFFFFFMMM MMMFF!!!!!!!!” “Oh, you’re ready to proceed? I see. Very good.” And with that, he started the timer again. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Thankfully, he started with the gentle caressing again. This was different though, because now he had to put his hands behind the scarf to get to my skin. Somehow, this felt significantly more intimate than before. The caresses felt nice, and I purred and squirmed as I enjoyed them. But I knew it wouldn’t last long, and it didn’t. His favorite spot to go back to was that intense area he found early on. The one on my inner upper thigh. He attacked it with full force, and I thrashed wildly. I thought I was going to break the door down. “MMMMFFFFFFFMMFMMFFFFFFF!!!” This was so incredibly intense. I was so hoping he’d move to another spot. But he didn’t. He just persisted. I couldn’t take it another second. I let out with a full scream. And that was it. The scarf gracefully cascaded to the floor, taking with it every last bit of dignity I had remaining. There I was, for the first time in my life, completely naked in front of a boy. I panicked. I started stomping my legs up and down. “Get me down. Get me down!!!” He was as shocked as I was. I’m sure he knew it was coming, but when he was face to face with my naked body, he just froze. Gawking at it, staring me up and down. It was too much for me. I shouted, “BREAK! BREAK!” That snapped him out of it. He hit the timer, opened the door, and pulled down the restraints. I sat cross-legged on the bed and covered my breasts with my arms. We each took a moment to take in what had just happened and regain our composure. We looked at the timer. 5 minutes. “I need a break from the shackles,” I said. “That’s fine.” He came over and unlocked them and removed them from my wrists. I said, “I can keep going, but I need to be untied for this next bit.” He looked disappointed. “Well, the deal was to be tied up and tickled. If you’re free to move around, it’s a whole different thing. But how about this…” We were negotiating again? I didn’t know how much more I had in me. I was pretty spent, physically and emotionally. He offered his proposition. “You can lie down on the bed and grab the headboard posts with your hands. As long as you keep your hands in place, I won’t need to tie you up.” I guessed that was nearly as good as a deal as I was going to get. I was about to agree. But then he added, “But if you let go, we add five minutes to the timer. And if you let go five times, I tie you back up.” How much more of this could I take? But I was too exhausted to come up with a different suggestion. I was totally naked, nervous, and humiliated. I wasn’t really in much of a position to be a shrewd negotiator. “Okay,” I said, giving in. “That’s fine.” Anything. Let’s just get it done. I laid back on the bed, my hands still over my privates and breasts. I really didn’t want to reach my hands out to the bed posts, fully exposing myself, but I had no choice. So I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and reached, wrapping my fingers tightly around the posts. “Don’t let go,” I told myself. “For just five minutes, don’t let go. You’ve got this, Kaylie.” And there we were. Me stretched out naked on the bed, and Scott standing over me, just looking. C’mon man, let’s get this thing going already. Then he reached into that damned bag one more time. He pulled out a dark scarf. “What are you doing,” I asked. “I thought there’s no tying up!” “No, no. This is a blindfold. I’m just going to put it over your eyes.” Well, this I could not have anticipated. But he put the blindfold on me… why, I wasn’t sure… and he started the timer. BEEP. I soon figured out his strategy. With me blindfolded, the element of surprise was much greater. If he was going to tickle my belly, I had no way to know it was coming. Feather to the feet? No idea. I was trying to hold on to those posts for dear life. And then he stopped tickling me. Three seconds. Ten seconds. Twenty seconds. Then, there it was. Toothbrush to the armpit. It was a total surprise. My body jumped and my arms instinctively lowered to protect myself. Shit. Five more minutes. I heard the dreaded sound. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. I put my arms up again, not knowing where he would strike next. I was going to hold it this time, though. I was sure of it. He was crafty. And a little mean, really. He was tickling me lightly, getting me to relax. Let my guard down. And then, BOOM! Sudden, deep tickling to the ribcage. I lost my grip and brought my hands down again. No way! BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. Once again, I extended my arms, holding those bedposts with every bit of strength I could muster. But Scott was unrelenting. He mercilessly used every trick in the book to cause me to release my grip. Screaming and beeping. Writhing and beeping. Laughing and beeping. It was constant. It’s like I was in a fog. Over and over. How many minutes was it up to now? I had no idea. And with the blindfold, I had no way of looking to see. “Break, Break!” I cried out. Scott paused the timer and took off my blindfold. My naked body was trembling and covered with sweat. I finally got a look at the timer. 52 minutes. HOLY SHIT! “I think this would go faster if I tied you back up,” Scott offered, helpfully. I couldn’t even respond. He tied me up again, using the scarves as he originally did. But I noticed that this time, he tied my feet to the opposite sides of the bed so I was laid out completely spread eagle. An utterly humiliating position. But I had zero energy to protest. Absolutely zero. “Ready?” he asked? I could do nothing more than nod my head. He started the timer. BEEP. That damned beeping sound would haunt me for the rest of my life. I’d never be able to use a kitchen timer again. Again, I was hoping he’d go easy on me. Gentle caresses, that kind of thing. But he didn’t. It was even more intense than before. After enduring this torture for what seemed like an eternity, I had been pushed to the brink. I couldn’t take it anymore. “Scott, Scott, please!!!” I cried out between uncontrollable laughter and screams. “You win! You win! Please zero out the timer! I’ll do anything you say! I’ll stay naked for you all weekend. You can play with my nipples whenever you want. I’ll suck your dick. Anything. But please. Please! Zero out the timer!” Without pausing the tickling even for a second, Scott began confirming the terms of the proposed cease-tickle. As he enthusiastically worked my armpits to frenzied screaming, he said, “You’ll stay naked for me all weekend?” “Yes. Yes!” “You know, there’s no school Monday. So we’re including Monday?” “Yes. Please!” “Okay. Just to make sure there are no misunderstandings,” he continued lawyerly, clearly enjoying that he was drawing this out, “say it for me.” “Say it???” “Yes.” “Okay.” I could hardly get the words out between the laughter and the screaming. “I will stay naked for you all weekend, through Monday!” What the hell was I committing to??? But it’s like my brain was completely disconnected from my body. It was all happening so fast. “And you said I could play with your nipples whenever I want?” Barely getting it out through the forced laughter, “Yes. Okay! Yes!” “Say it.” This was so demeaning. But I had to make it stop. “Yes. You can play with my nipples whenever you want, you cocksucker!” “Great,” replied Scott, ever so calmly. “And speaking of cock-sucking,” he continued, smugly, “you said you would suck my dick? Are those the words you used?” Was he really going to make me do this? The little shit! “Yes, Scott. Yes!” “How many times?” “What???” I said, as I screamed and wriggled. “How many times will you suck my dick?” He was going to make me commit to a number? Shit. “I… don’t… know. One… time?” I said, one word at a time between the screams. “Hmmm. Just one time?” he asked calmly. And with that, he moved his hands down and started tickling that oh-so sensitive part of my upper inner thigh. I immediately started thrashing wildly and uncontrollably. Surely I was going to pee myself again! “Okay! Okay! Two times!” He contemplated it. “Hmmm,” he mused again, slowly, still working my inner thigh, now even more intensely. My screaming and thrashing heightened. “Two times seems low. I mean, if we’re talking about zeroing out the timer…” “Fine, you asshole. Fine!” I managed to get the words out between catching my breath and screaming. “I will suck your dick as much as you want! Anytime! All weekend long! I don’t care! Just please!!!” “Just so there are no misunderstandings, it’s probably best that you say it. You know. For clarity.” “Yes! Yes! I will suck your dick whenever you want! Now please… STOP TICKLING ME!” And there it was. He pulled his hands away. As I was catching my breath, my body continued to pulsate in the aftershock of the stimulation. I heard one final BEEP from the timer. That ghastly sound that had caused me so much anxiety throughout the afternoon finally rang out with the sweet, sweet, sound of liberation and release. I looked at it. 0 Minutes. My body now fully relaxed, I fell deeper and deeper into the mattress, every fiber of my mind and body utterly fatigued. I felt Scott’s hands releasing my restraints. First my feet, then my wrists. I writhed in joy, exploring my newfound independence, extending and contorting my arms and legs in beautiful freedom. I knew Scott was watching my fully naked body as I squirmed in happiness, this way and that. I didn’t care. Oh. This was magnificent! Scott didn’t say anything. He just sat and watched me. I’m not sure how long I stayed there, squirming in relief on the bed. And to be honest, I don’t know what part of me Scott was watching. At first, I had assumed he would be leering at my breasts or my privates. But whenever I caught his gaze, he was looking at my face and into my eyes. I kind of felt like I should be mad at him. But I wasn’t in the least. I did agree to this after all. Granted, he manipulated the situation… and me… quite a bit… but still. I don’t know. He didn’t rush me as I laid there. He just sat quietly, kind of lovingly and sweetly. I must have squirmed on that bed for a good 30 minutes, recovering from the whole ordeal. Yes, I realized that I had a long weekend ahead of me, what with the being constantly naked… and nipple play… and blowjobs. But that’s okay. You see, my birthday is in two months. And just wait until he asks me what I want.

Sam goes to a new School   Part 1   "Yes, Dr. Schlosky, we did receive the papers you sent us. When can we expect for you to arrive? We are very anxious for you to start; our Classical Studies department has been at a loss since Father Vestion's passing." "Expect us to arrive early Thursday. I've never been one to dally." "Us? I wasn't aware you were a family man." "My wife passed away several years ago, so now it is just me and Sam. [I hope you all see where this is going.] That is why I was so interested in your offer. A university position would be more in line with my experience than a finishing school, but the educational records of the Academy are outstanding, and I feel that Sam's studies might suffer in a lesser environment. And given that the tuition is waived for your instructors' children, the offer was too good to pass up." "You have no worries there, sir; your son will be in good hands at the Academy." "Fine, I'm sure my daughter will make a fine addition to your school." "Dr. Schlosky! You are aware that Destern's is an all-boys school... I'm sorry, but your daughter will be unable to attend." ... "Dr. Schlosky ?" "I was afraid you would try something like this, so I had my attorney look over my contract. There is no mention of the gender of my child, but it is made quite clear that said child will be enrolled and educated at Destern's free of charge, for the length of my employment. Refuse and it's breach of contract, full payment due immediately for the length of my contract term... Five years, I believe." ... "...Thursday, you said? We will be expecting you." 'Click' "Sir, this is not possible. To the best of my knowledge, no female has ever set foot on campus, let alone attended a class here. How could you allow it so easily?" "Because he is right. Our lawyer caught that, too. We just assumed it was an oversight in the papers he sent us, and accounting advised us to sign with no further delay, before he had a chance to reconsider his fee. He has us over a barrel." "So, are we just going to let her attend?" asked Bradley Jacobs, the Student body president and student liaison to the faculty. "Yes. For now. But tell the faculty, that she gets no special treatment, and start researching our charter and the Book of Rules. Maybe we can find some loophole to get us out of this mess." ... "Father, why were you yelling?" "It's that new school you will be attending. They were reluctant to let you in." "But why?" she asked pushing her thick glasses up her nose. "I'm top of my class and I was class president and a starter for the swimming team. What problem did they have with me?" "Don't worry about it, dear. Daddy's taken care of everything. You just run along and get packed." Samantha turned to leave, but was snapped to a halt by the sternness in her father's voice. "What are you wearing young lady?" Knowing exactly what he was talking about, Samantha started to cry, "...but sometimes they move around so much and boys stare at me..." "I'll hear none of that. Off with it." Samantha had no choice but to comply; her father was not someone who took 'no' for an answer. Reaching under her sweater, she could only wonder how her father had managed to see the thin bra strap through the wool. "Boys only look when you flaunt yourself. I know that's why you want one of these," he said, grabbing the brassiere from her hands. "You are not old enough to be interested in boys yet. And you don't even need one of these. They are for women who don't take care of their bodies." She did need it; she could tell by the way it sometimes hurt when she went down stairs too fast. And boys WERE interested, she could tell by the way they stared at her no matter what she did, ever since they had stopped calling her "chubby" and started calling her "stacks". Maybe she was a flirt subconsciously, just like her father said, because even though she knew she wasn't ready, sometimes she liked it when the boys looked at her. "I know, Father," she said meekly, before rushing back to her room to pack for their trip. Part 2 Boys. Everywhere. That was all Samantha could think about as she sat front row center in the school auditorium. Her father hadn't mentioned that it was an all boys school. In fact, it was only the fact that virtually every eye in the room was trained on her, that allowed her to resist running her fingers under her skirt. She knew that there were more important things for her to be interested in besides boys, and she knew that she was too young (her father had told her many times), but this was too good to be true. Around her were the new freshmen, and a few transfers like herself, but in the back of the auditorium and on the stage, there were some of the current students, and they were all wearing their school uniforms. A tight dress shirt, necktie, and little tiny dress shorts. On the younger boys, it was just a uniform, but on the older ones, the shorts were obscene. Sitting just staring at the tight butts of one of the students (a handsome young man who seemed well liked by the crowd) as he finished speaking to the assembly and turned and walked back to his seat, she hoped her father was absorbed enough in the orientation not to notice her obvious interest. Suddenly a sharp 'peep' escaped her, as she realized that she too would be required to wear the same uniform. The thought of all of the boys looking at her in that outfit (and they would look, no matter what her father claimed), had her blushing deeply red in her seat. The sharp noise from his daughter drew Dr. Schlosky's attention away from the speaker. Looking at Samantha, he noticed that she was flushed and glistening (only boys sweat); surely this was a sign of some anxiety. Sam always was a very shy girl, so this situation of having to make all new friends in a new school must be really getting to her. But, he was her father, damn it, and he could protect her from these things. "Honey, what's wrong?" he asked under his breath. "Nothing. It's just these uniforms they're wearing. I've never worn shorts like that before." He knew what she was talking about, and he agreed. After the assembly, he would talk to Dean Hammilton about this; there must be some compromise. "Don't worry Dear, Daddy will take care of everything." This worried Sam. She didn't want him to take care of anything. Whenever he "stood up for her" it only ended up causing her more trouble. ... "Dr. Schlosky, Samantha, this is Bradley. He will act as a go-between if Samantha has any conflict with the rules or the faculty. That is why I invited him to this meeting. Now, Doctor, what exactly is your complaint about our uniforms? It is of a standard type worn in many schools. I realize that the shorts may be a little short and childish for some of the upperclassmen like Bradley here, but that is part of our philosophy. It reminds them that no matter how mature they think they are, until they have completed out curriculum, they are still children." The dean was smiling inside. Many of the boys were embarrassed when they first wore the uniforms. For this girl, it must be terrifying. maybe she could talk some sense into her father. "No, that's not the problem I have with the uniform. I've read the charter, and I agree with your philosophy." Sam's eyes snapped open. If that wasn't the problem, what was. "You see, this is my daughter," pointing to Samantha, "not my son. Just because she is to be treated like one of the male students, does not mean I will sit by and see her masculated. I expect my daughter to wear dresses and skirts at all times, like a lady, not pants like some tomboy 'daughter' of a mechanic." "Surely you cannot expect us to alter our uniforms; they wouldn't very well be uniforms would they?" Maybe a little jest would lighten the mood. "Have you seen Samantha in one of our uniforms? I'm sure she will look like a perfect young lady." "Very well, Dean Hammilton, I will indulge you, but, if I do not approve of the uniform, I will expect some cooperation on your part. I seem to recall a case from last year of a young gentleman who was forbidden from wearing his yarmulke during school functions. As I sit here, I feel my philosophical -- no, religious -- convictions about this growing. Dressing my daughter up like a boy might damage her sexual identity, and I would never want that. " "Samantha, you may use my private bathroom to try on this uniform," said the dean, offering her a uniform from one of the drawers on his desk. "And Brad, will you go get me copies of sections 43 a-d of the student handbook?" Sam couldn't believe it. Her father didn't care that all of the boys would be staring at her legs, he only cared that she dress like a young lady. Now, not only would they stare at her legs, but also try to look up her skirt like the boys at her last school did. Well, she didn't care either. No matter what her father said, she liked it when boys stared at her, and if Daddy wasn't going to be sensible about this, they she damn well was going to make the most of it. Wait... these shorts were too tight. Whenever she put them on, she would pull her knickers out of place. Well, her father had only started letting her wear her pretty lace things a few years ago, so she thought nothing of removing them so she could fit into the tight shorts. Next, the shirt. This was too tight too. And as she looked at herself she was shocked. Her breasts moved freely under the shirt, and the shorts showed off every curve. Maybe this uniform wouldn't be so bad. Part 3 Samantha slowly folded her clothes and placed them in a pile; her father would not approve of her leaving them lying around. Now, what to do with her knickers? Her father would never approve of her taking them off in some strange man's office, and besides, they were still damp from looking at all the boys in tight shorts. She couldn't let her father see them like that. Quickly she stashed them out of sight in the only available place; the trash can. She would just grab them when she changed back into her street clothes. Shyly she opened the door, knowing that soon her father and the dean would see her in her revealing uniform. She laid her clothes on the corner of Dean Hammilton's desk, and did a little turn to model her outfit. Her father had to see how revealing it was, if she had to wear this every day, and feel the eyes all over her, she would go insane (or at least have to start rubbing herself again). "See, lovely and feminine." "No, it looks absurd. Samantha, get out of those ludicrous pants right now." When her father said jump, you jumped. Before she had a chance to think, she had her shorts down around her ankles. Then she realized what she had done. She stood up slowly with her shorts in hand. Luckily her shirt was long enough, but if she wasn't careful, her father would find out she wasn't wearing her knickers. It was bad enough that Dean Hammilton and her father were seeing her in just a shirt, but she didn't want to get in trouble too. "These," said her father, grabbing her shorts from her hands and tossing them on the dean's desk, "are unacceptable." "Don't get upset. I said we would reach a compromise, and we will. Here, this is the address of a local tailor. When Bradley gets back, he will give you the official dress code rules. Mr. Kollens should be able to make something that is acceptable to both yourself and the school standards. You'll have to go there for him to take your measurements, but then you can just have them delivered here, and you can come in Sunday to see if we all approve." Samantha was panicking now. She had forgotten about Bradley. These two old men were one thing, but if one of her classmates saw her like this, she would probably faint. "Daddy, can I change back now?" she asked in her most innocent voice. She still had to walk between her father and the dean to get back to the bathroom, and knew any quick movement might give her away. Slowly she reached for her clothes, feeling the shirt ride up her legs as she bent over, and thankful that the two men were in front of, instead of behind, her. Then things got really hectic. Bradley opened the door and slipped in. Samantha knew that he could see the bottom of her bare butt and freaked. Grabbing her clothes from the desk, she spun around, using them to cover herself. Unknown to her, Dean Hammilton's coffee cup was sitting on the corner of her sleeve. There was a scream from the dean as he caught a cup of hot coffee in his lap; he jumped to his feet to rush to the bathroom, slamming the door once inside. "Sam, what is wrong with you!" "I'm sorry Daddy; its just that he came in, and I didn't want him to see me like this." "What is it with you? You always have to look perfect when a boy might see you. Well, this time you're not dressed up; when are you going to stop acting like such a flirt?" "It's not that..." "Don't give me any excuses. Just look at the mess you made! Get dressed so we can make it to the tailor's in time." Sam just stood there, scared -- her father never yelled unless he was really angry. She was eyeing the bathroom door, hoping the dean would hurry up so they could get out of there. "What are you waiting for? We only have a couple of hours." "But, Daddy, I can't change out here, he will see me." "When are you going to get it out of you head that everyone is as obsessed with sex as you are? Bradley, would you be offended if Sam changed her clothes?" "No sir," said Brad, stifling the biggest grin of his life, "I have seen many of the other students change before; sometimes you must learn to forgo modesty when you live at a boarding school." "Good boy. See, Sam, that's how a young person should look at life. Now get dressed and be quick about it," he said before turning back to talk to Brad. "Bradley, could you do me a favor?" "Certainly sir, that is one of my duties here. What can I help you with?" Brad was again fighting a smile, as he had a clear view of Sam as she removed her tie, and started unbuttoning her shirt. "Well, Samantha's behavior is sometimes lax when it comes to boys. She likes to flirt and then blame them for her behavior. Now, it's not a big job, but could you keep an eye on her for me? I wouldn't want her making trouble at her new school." Samantha got an offended look on her face and stopped her changing to stare at her father’s back -- sort of a silent challenge to what he was saying. Of course, by this point she had finished unbuttoning her shirt, and was standing there revealing the insides of her breasts and her neatly trimmed bush to Bradley. Suddenly this realization hit her, and she quickly stripped off the shirt before grabbing her skirt and pulling it up her legs. Bradley was ecstatic; for a nerd this girl was cute, and not only was she getting changed with him watching, but for some unknown reason, she wasn't wearing underwear. "Don't worry, sir; I'll make sure she stays out of trouble," promised Brad and he lowered himself onto the dean's plush couch, to hide his growing excitement, as she finally put on her shirt, depriving him of his view. "Thank you Brad, that will mean a lot to me. Are you ready to go yet?" said Dr. Schlosky, while getting up from his chair and turning towards Sam. Luckily she was covered, and he hadn't found out about her knickers. "Yes, Daddy," she smiled before following her father out of the office, all the while trying to tuck her shirt into place. ... Why had she done it, she thought. She could have put her skirt on first, and then turned before she took her shirt off. Did she want him to see everything? Or was it really just the car's air conditioning that had her nipples hard and rubbing against her shirt? She had much to think about as she crossed her arms across her chest (to hopefully warm and hide her nipples) and stared out the window of her father’s car as they drove towards town. Part 4 "Are you sure you'll be OK?" "Don't worry, I'm a big girl; I'll get fitted for my uniform and then take the bus back out to campus. Just get back to your office. You still have unpacking to do." "Well, just make sure he follows all of my requirements," he said, handing her the photocopy of the dress code with his personal requirements penciled in the margins. Samantha slipped out of the car, careful to keep her skirt from revealing anything, and quickly ran across the street to Kollins and Sons Tailors. The shop was rather small, like everything else in the town, but looked nice enough. For a small shop in a small town, the suits displayed in the large picture windows were very stylish and expensive -- probably owing quite a bit to the money that was drawn to the town by the school. On entering, she saw Mr. Kollins, and her hopes were raised. He was aging and had a newly developing bald spot, but he was still quite a handsome man. Putting on her best "innocent little girl" face, she walked up to him. Maybe if she played her cards right, she might get out of this with something she might not mind wearing. "Hi, Mr. Kollins, I'm Samantha. Dean Hammilton should have called." "Well, that'll teach me. I just assumed the old bastard was joking. But here you are. What exactly do you need changed with the uniform? Old Jacky made it sound like something major, but a few minor alterations and it should fit you just fine." "Um...my father is very demanding and very traditional; he does not approve of girls dressing like boys. He asked me to give you this. It has both the dress code requirements and what my father wants." "I understand your father's concern. You are quite a lovely young lady and it would be a shame to waste that by hiding it under a frumpy boy's clothes." At this statement, Samantha turned a bright shade of red and looked down embarrassed. "It's just that I want to hide it. I don't want to have everyone staring at me; it's going to be bad enough being the only girl in the school. I just want to blend in." "You might be out of luck on that one. I think you would be noticed if you wore a nun's habit every day. But... step over here so I can get your measurements, and I'll see what I can do." Again Sam turned her head away and blushed. Most young boys just stared at her, but Mr. Kollins wasn't shy with actual compliments. It made her nervous, but it was flattering and made her grin in spite of herself. Mr. Kollins made no effort to hide his grin. "There you go, that's better. A girl as pretty as you shouldn't get upset over something silly like standing out; you should do your best to be noticeable. And it's also good that you have already blushed so much, that way it might not happen again when I ask you to strip down to your underwear." "What..." "It's just that in order to get good measurements, I need you to be wearing as little as possible. Don't worry, it's past closing; no one will wander in off the street and see you." "It's just that..." "You're not wearing a bra. Don't look so surprised that I noticed; I am a tailor you know." "It's..." "DAMN IT, SAM, stop being a baby," she thought to herself. "He is a professional and has seen it all a hundred times before. Although," she thought as she unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it back, off of her shoulders, "I only see men's clothes in the shop." Next she reached back and unzipped her skirt, allowing it to fall to the floor before kicking it to the side -- what the hell, Daddy wasn't here now. Mr. Kollins was somewhat shocked (pleasantly), but kept up his jovial but professional appearance. He crouched down and picked up her clothing, carefully hanging it on a hanger and placing it on a nearby rack. "Come on now, no bra or knickers. You must at least like it a little when boys look at you." Sam started to answer "No", but all she could manage was a quick shake of her head. What was wrong with her? She used to be on the debate team, and now she couldn't even talk to one man. What was this new town and school doing to her? "Just get your arms out straight to your sides, and we'll get you back into your clothes as soon as possible, so don't move." Sam stood at the side of the store, facing a three way mirror, with her back to the front door. He had just started to measure her sleeve when there was a noise behind her... "Hey Dad, sorry I'm late..." The voice cut off. Looking in the mirror, she saw the reflection of a boy around her age. "Good, you're here. Get her measurements while I find the right material to make a uniform for her. It turns out she's going to be one of your classmates." The boy, Thomas Kollins, had already spun around and covered his eyes. "But Dad, she's naked." "And that's why she needs to buy clothes," said Mr. Kollins, as he flashed a broad smile to Sam that she couldn't help but return. "If she doesn't mind being naked in front of a dirty old man like me, I don't think she would mind being seen by a handsome young stud like my boy." Sam looked up again, and Tom had turned back towards her. He had turned just as red as she was, and his dad was right, he was adorable. Mr. Kollins was the nicest person she had met since she had gotten to town, and she didn't want to disagree with him. Besides, he had already seen her, there was nothing to hide. "I guess it will be OK," she said with a weak smile, before making eye contact through the mirror with Tom. Tom, much like his father, made no effort to conceal his smile. "So, it is true. You're the girl who's going to be attending the Academy this year. I had heard about it, but didn't believe it. I go there too. My Dad wouldn't be able to afford it, but he has a deal where he helps maintain the school uniforms and they waive tuition...," Tom was obviously nervous. He kept talking about nothing as he took her measurements, stopping only to ask her to move this way or that. Sam didn't mind. She couldn't have responded if she had wanted to. He had to get close behind her, and reach his arms around to grab the opposite ends of the tape in each hand. Chest, breasts, waist, hips... each time he held her closer and took more time and each time her breathing became heavier. Wider? He asked her to move her legs wider apart, and without questioning she did. He was measuring her inseam. Why did he need an inseam measurement to make a skirt... Why did she care? His hand was very close to those parts even she wasn't allowed to touch, and she was liking it. Part 5 She had to close her eyes and bite her tongue to keep from moaning when he pressed the tape tight against her crotch. With her eyes closed, she didn't see him come in, but recognized his voice. "Tom, how was your summer?" It was Bradley. Why did he always show up just in time to see her naked? "Bradley! Long time no see, Bud." His hands had left her body, and she opened her eyes to see the two friends high fiving. Suddenly Tom realized the situation Sam was in and tried to help. "So what's up? The shop is closed, and I'm kind of busy right now." "Oh, I was just hoping to catch Sam and her father before they left." He smiled a very charming smile at Sam, and she gave him a small wave before looking back down, and clutching her hands at her sides. (But not, for some reason, using them to cover herself -- she really did have some things to think about.) "We forgot to give you the regulations for the PE uniforms, and we assumed your father would want that altered as well." "I'll take that," Tom said, taking the paper from Brad. "My dad will need this to find the right materials... Sam, wait right there and I'll be right back." "I guess you just can't keep your clothes on today." "Is that all you wanted. If so, you can go now." "There is something I need to talk to you about." "Well, get on with it..." putting her hands on her hips and staring him down. For some reason, he didn't intimidate her. Brad had seated himself on a rail that ran behind the front window display. He patted next to him, indicating for her to sit down. She reached for her shirt, but Brad interrupted, "Come on, it's not like I haven't already seen everything." "That was different, I wasn't just standing there for you to stare at. Besides, you can't tell me what to do," she challenged him, but she did stop reaching for her shirt. Bradley liked her spunk. "Would you like to sit down so we can talk?" She slowly moved over and sat down beside him, forgetting about her clothes, and not noticing that her back and rear were now exposed to anyone walking by outside. ... "What do you think of her?" "Wow, Dad, I've never seen..." Tom was too embarrassed to finish the sentence. "I know. The Academy is a great school, but I always regretted the things you would miss by going to an all boys school. Maybe now you can make up for some lost time." "Like I'll ever get another chance like this, even if we DO go to the same school." "Oh, I think you will. Just look at her." Father and son both peeked through the curtain from the back room. Sam was sitting on the rail beside Brad, talking, swinging her legs, and oblivious to the fact that she was still naked. "Your mother was like that too. Shy and insecure, but one compliment, one subtle glance, and she wanted everyone to see her..." "Dad, I don't need to hear this." "Yes. You do. Then it was a thigh here and a bit of cleavage there, and the more people would look, the more you mother would glow, and the more beautiful she would become. She was never as bold as your friend out there, but the spirit is the same. You should hang on to her, she's going to be a wild one." "Hang on to her? I don't even have her to begin with. And every guy on campus is going to take a shot at her." "And you got there first. I saw you out there. You weren't just measuring her, and she didn't mind. She likes you, don't blow it." Tom looked at his father, looked back out the curtain, and walked back into the main room. ... "What is it you want to talk about?" "Two things actually. First I have a confession, then I have a gift. "Do you know why Dean Hammilton was so set on you following the dress code? No, of course not. He doesn't want you to attend the school." If Brad expect a response from Sam, he didn't get one. Sam was tough, and wasn't used to taking no for an answer, so some tired old fuddy-duddy didn't bother her. She looked at him like she expected to hear something more interesting. "He wants to embarrass you. Your father is a real hard-ass, but he thinks he can break you, and get you to beg your father to leave. He wants me to help him, and as usual I agreed -- you don't get the privileges I get without kissing a little ass." "So that's your confession, you and the dean are going to try to make me quit school. Thanks for the info, but what makes you think I won't just tell my father, and then you and the dean would have hell to pay?" "Well, I play both sides. I'll do what the dean says, but I don't want you to quit; I'm just starting to like you. Anyway, you won't want to quit. I've seen you, you like being looked at. I'll just sit back and do what the dean says, AND get to see you running around half dressed. Personally I think it's a win/win situation." "Now, you must know I'm going to turn you in to my father and the dean. Why are you telling me?" "Your father likes me and I might be able to get to him first; that's where my little gift comes in." Reaching into his pocket, Brad pulls out a wadded rag. "Recognize these?" he asked, unrolling her knickers. "I don't know why you took these off, and I don't care. But I do know your father would be very interested in hearing that I got them from a group of freshmen." "That's a lie." "Maybe, but it would explain this interesting odor," putting the thin silk to his nose and sniffing. "I guess your dad was right, you are easily excited." Sam knew she was beat. "What do you want me to do?" "Nothing major. No touching, nothing slutty. Just do what I say, and whenever I suggest something agree with me. All new students end up doing it anyway; this," holding up her knickers, "is just my insurance." Putting his hand on the side of her face, he turned her to face him. "Don't worry too much about it; just have fun. I won't make you do anything you don't enjoy." He leaned in close and she was expecting him to kiss her, but instead he stood up, put the knickers in his pocket and walked out the door.   Part 6 Sam was a wreck. She couldn't believe that she was a slave to some guy she just met. And even stranger, she couldn't believe that she was so excited it was taking all of her self control not to touch herself right here. "Are you ready to finish your measurements now?" Sam was shocked back into reality. "Sure, lets get it over with." Tom was back on his knees; this time in front of her, face level to her sex. Hadn't he checked the inseam already? Maybe he just didn't write it down. She was having trouble standing, as Tom held the tape tight against her crotch and gently rubbed down her leg to smooth the tape. His hands left her and soon he was kneeling behind her checking the other leg. This was too much. He was behind her. He wouldn't see anything. As subtly as she could, she snaked one hand down to her clit and started rubbing gently. How could she be doing this so close to a boy? She was so engulfed that she didn't notice when his hands left her. Not here, she couldn't cum here. Slowly she pulled her hand away and opened her eyes. Staring into the mirror, she looked directly into Tom's face. He could have watched everything in the mirror. He didn't say anything; just stood up while writing the last number on a pad. "There. All done. Mostly painless, I hope." Tom was so cute when he was nervous. "It was fine, you were a perfect gentleman," she stated while wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him a quick kiss on his cheek. "Dad wants you to look at some things in the back before you go." Sam quickly started following behind him. "You can get dressed now." "Oh, sorry," said Sam running back to grab the hanger with her clothes. "I guess I'm just absent minded." All the way to the back room, Tom kicked himself mentally. Samantha just strolled along with the hanger over her shoulder, smiling. Once in the back, she hung her clothes beside her, and removed her shirt from the hanger. Tom watched closely as she put it on and buttoned the first few buttons. All the while watching Tom watch her. "Good, you're done with the measurements. Could you try this on for me?" Mr. Kollins had come out of nowhere and surprised them both. "Sure, no problem." Sam took the tiny black skirt and leaned over to put it on. Tom watched closely. He could see how the shirt bunched open in the front, revealing her again. He couldn't believe it; she was sexier now than she had been fully naked. Mr. Kollins was soon down on one knee, examining the skirt. With one hand he held up the bottom of the shirt (which actually hung lower than the skirt) and with the other he tried to adjust the hem. "Hold on, let me get that out of your way," she told him. Soon Sam was shirtless again. Why did she keep doing this? Did she want to be naked, or did she just want Tom to stare at her? Or both? She didn't know, but she was just glad that Mr. Kollins was back here, or Tom might not escape with his life. Still topless, and in the shortest skirt she had ever worn, Sam walked back and forth modeling for the two. "Don't you think this is a little short. And do you think it's too tight and maybe a little too sheer. My dad might think it looks too sexy." She was running her hands up and down the sides of the skirt; how could it be this thin and tight? It felt like she was wearing nothing. "Well, the rules are strict when it comes to design. The length is hard to adjust without breaking the rules, but I'll do what I can. Now the fabric, that's a different story. I thought you and your father would like it. It's very pretty and feminine. Why don't I just make it a little less tight, and it's sheerness shouldn't be too much of a problem. Is that good?" "I guess, but really do see how much longer you can make it. I would hate to miss school tomorrow because Daddy didn't like my new uniform." And it would be even worse if he liked it and she had to wear it every day. Here it was fun, and it obviously turned Tom on; at school she would die. She took the skirt off, and was again completely naked in front of two people. This time she finished getting dressed without interruption, except for Tom watching her closely the whole time. "Thanks again, Tom. I hope I see you in school Monday," she said leaning in to give him another quick kiss before quickly rushing out to catch the bus. ... "So, Dad, how much longer are you going to make that skirt?" "Oh... about an inch and a half shorter." Giving a sly grin. "What?" "Oh, I told the truth. The rules are very strict. Plus, she might say she wants something longer, but you saw her -- she loves it. She might be nervous at first, but she's going to love her new clothes." Part 7 "How do you like the uniform Dr. Schlosky?" Sam was walking back and forth in Dean Hammilton's office. How could Mr. Kollins have done this to her. The shirt wasn't the problem. It was a little shorter than something she would wear (no way would it keep her covered like the old one did) and it tapered a little more to the waist than the boy's shirts did. It was very feminine so her father wouldn't mind and it looked respectable enough that the dean wouldn't be able to say no. Sam was OK with the shirt (only briefly wondering what she would look like if her nipples got hard behind the thin fabric -- but of course she wouldn't let that happen in school) The problem was with the skirt. Mr. Kollins was right, now that it was loose and flowing, the material wasn't nearly as see-through, but what about the length? This wasn't longer, if anything it was shorter. Much shorter than she wanted to wear. As if to answer her objections, Dean Hammilton started giving her instructions. "Stand straight up... Head back... Hands down by your sides." Sam didn't see how the skirt could be covering her decently, and that thought had her nipples starting to gradually tighten. She relaxed her hands by her side and cringed; her skirt hem didn't even reach her second knuckle before ending. She was doing her best to calm down and let her nipples relax. She was past caring whether anyone saw them or not, she just wanted to stop them from rubbing maddeningly up and down her shirt with each breath. Dean Hammilton was thrilled. Never had he imagined that the uniform would be so revealing. No father would let his daughter be seen in public like this, let alone be seen by a few hundred young boys. He was home clear, no girls now, not ever. "Come over here." Sam approached her father with her head down. Would he be ashamed that she had come out dressed like this? No, he couldn't be, it was her fault. He took the side of her skirt and pulled to the side. The thin material fluttered in the still air and floated high enough to give Bradley a clear view of the back of Sam's knickers. "And this is in accordance with your dress code?" asked Dr. Schlosky, directing his question towards the dean. "Yes, fully. I understand your objections, but this really is as far as we can go. Bradley, stand up for us." Brad stood beside Sam and Dean Hammilton proceeded to compare the two uniforms. Shirts same design but a feminine material and cut. Pants and skirt, same length. Sam wanted to say that it wasn't the same with a skirt, but a quick look from her father AND one from Brad, shut her up. "No, you get me wrong. I approve. I just wanted to hear you commit before I agreed. Should we see the Physical Education uniform next, or do we trust in the tailor's abilities?" Dr. Schlosky asked his daughter. The dean was taken back. How could this be fine with him. His daughter was half naked. What was it going to take to scare this guy away? He had lost, but just for now, and maybe a few days like this and she would beg to leave. Sam couldn't believe it either. She wanted to tell him that she didn't care about the PE uniform; she wasn't going to wear THIS uniform. But one look at his face told her that his mind was made up. "No sir, I think everything will be fine," she managed to squeak out. She couldn't take them looking at her any more. She had to get into her normal clothes now. She didn't know what she would do tomorrow, but for right now, she needed to be wearing more. "Good, it's nice to have settled that mess. If that is all, we will see you tomorrow, Dean Hammilton." Sam looked at her father and motioned towards her clothes. With his nod of permission, she quickly moved towards the bathroom to change. "Wait a minute, Sam. I have a tour of campus to give to some of the new students. If your father doesn't mind, you can join us." "Of course I don't mind; Sam needs to start making new friends. Go on, honey." Sam thought for a second. What the hell. She was looking forward to being alone in her room (her father's prohibition against touching herself had been meaning less and less recently), but maybe she could meet some more cute boys on this tour. Besides, she just wanted to be away from her father right now -- how could he let her be exposed like this? "By the way, you should probably keep your uniform on. The other students will be wearing theirs, and you need to get used to it before Monday." Sam couldn't speak. She looked at Brad's smile and knew he was loving this, but she also looked at the thin elastic band that he had subtly pulled from the corner of his pocket, and knew that she had better not say anything. "That sounds like a good idea, Brad. Can you make sure she gets home?" "Of course," smiled Brad as he pulled Sam's clothes from her limp hands. "And you can take care of these, as she will not be needing them." Turning to look at Samantha, Brad finished, "I'll try to have her home by dinner Sir, but we have a long day ahead of us."   Part 8 "Now, this is fine for sitting in class and at assemblies, but sometimes something more casual is in order like when you sit on the floor or outside on the ground. Try sitting "indian"-style." Sam was reluctant, but pulled her feet onto the bench and shifted herself until she was sitting on her feet and ankles. With her skirt pulled up in the back and her thighs forced apart by her position, her skirt was little more than a belt. She leaned forward instinctively to cover the thin crotch of her knickers that she knew was visible to Brad. "Come on now, I warned you about covering up. Here, don't lean forward, put your hands back here and relax." Brad was taking control again. He took her arms and moved them back and to her sides. She leaned back on them, and it was more comfortable, but she knew her knickers were stretched tight and everything was visible to Brad. This was the worst. She knew that she had better always find a chair or something, because if she had to sit like this, she would show off everything. "That's good, but lets try something different." He was rearranging her again. This time her feet were on the bench near her ass, after she was stable, he wrapped her arms around her legs with her chin resting on her knees. "Adorable..." Sam wasn't happy, but she let out a little smile. Brad could definately make these situations a lot less embarassing. Somehow he always made it seem like she was just being sexy and cute, instead of being almost naked and exposed. "... but this, "Brad completed, while moving her feet further apart while leaving her knees together exposing her knickers even more, "is even better." "Get real Brad, I can't just walk around and spread my legs for everyone, I'll look like the school tramp." "I know, but I'm just trying to get you to losen up a little," he fake punched her on the shoulder just hard enough to knock her off balance in her awkward position. "Who cares if someone sees your knickers? It's not like you're gonna put out or anything. I don't really care how you sit; I just want you to be more casual, don't always act like you have something to hide. Do that and I might get rid of some of the rules, but until then, you need a little encouragement. OK, let's move on." Brad grabbed Samantha's hand and helped her to her feet. "Show me how you would pick up this rock." Sam moved cautiously to the edge of the path, she bent her knees and squatted down to the ground, keeping her knees close together. "Stay there..." Brad squatted down beside her and moved her knees wide apart. "There, that's better." Brad backed up to look at his handywork. Sam's skirt hung loose in the front keeping her knickers covered, but allowing a full view of her inner thighs. Sam wasn't aware of how much was left covered. As far as she knew, Brad was staring at the new wetness that was spreading across her knickers. She bit her lower lip, almost crying that not only could this boy have such an effect on her, but also that he could actually _see_ the effect her exposure was having on her. Brad saw her reaction, and it was not what he wanted. "Maybe that was a little too much, " Brad said as he took Sam's hands and helped her stand upright. "We want you to look strong and confident, and if you proudly show yourself, or even if you get a little embarassed, but hold your ground, you will look tough. But I don't want you to break down. That's cruel, and wouldn't do us much good anyway." Brad was talking quietly, trying to soothe her, while wiping the few forming tears from her face. Brad pushed himself away from her and lifted her chin, "OK, enough of this for now. We still have to meet the rest of the tour group."

Surprise Party bySams_Island© Chapter 10 The toilets were the opposite direction, so they did a 180 and headed back the other way. As they walked back in front of the shoe store both of the clerks came to attention, hoping against hope for another visit from the lucky bastard and his hot wife. Marla smiled and waved at both boys, but showed no signs of stopping. Behind her back, however, Sandy pointed at Jim and made a beckoning sign. "You lucky fuck," moaned Rod as Jim headed out of the store. Looking back at his partner with a big smile Jim said, "Your time will come...just not today." He laughed as he practically skipped out of the store. Up ahead he saw the couple turning a corner -- towards the restrooms. 'Aah,' Jim thought, 'just where I was getting ready to go myself, only now it should be a lot more interesting.' He wondered just how far the man intended to let him go and hoped he wasn't in for just another cock teasing. Once was fun, but twice...then Sandy first held up his hand in a stop sign, followed by a finger across his lips in the 'shush' sign. Jim got the message and stopped at the corner, quietly peeking down the corridor so Marla didn't catch sight of him. Two chattering teenage girls entered the Ladies' room just ahead of the hot couple, so Marla and Sandy stopped in front of the Men's. Sandy held the door open and scanned the room -- empty -- then he ushered Marla through the door, pushing her towards the stalls. As she made her way forward, Sandy hesitated at the door and gave a signal that brought Jim sprinting down the short hall to meet him; on his face was the eager look of a hunting dog when its owner takes the shotgun off the wall rack. Sandy smiled and quickly whispered, "I'm afraid there won't be any contact, but if you want to hear some hot action you're welcome." Jim's face fell a bit, he was really hoping to see what was under those wet pink panties, but what the hell, jacking off to the sound of the hot slut getting boned was still better than just jacking off to her memory, which is what he'd been about to do anyway. "I'll take it," he answered. He couldn't help adding, "Is she loud?" "She will be," Sandy promised with a smile, then he was walking swiftly across the tiled floor to join his wife in the larger handicapped booth. "What were you doing?" she asked, looking back at the slowly closing door. "Just keeping a lookout, making sure no teenage boys were cruising after those two girls. I'm not ready to share you just yet." "Oh ho! Not just yet, eh? Then why do I feel like you've been sharing me with everyone in this mall?" she demanded with a smile, wrapping her arms around him. "Hmm," he considered, as he sneaked a peek through the gap as he closed the cubicle door and saw Jim quickly making his way into the room. "When you put it that way I guess I have been sharing you a little," he admitted. "But it's a selfish kid who refuses to share his presents with anyone else, isn't it? Besides, I think you've enjoyed being shared, haven't you?" he demanded. Marla blushed, "Yes," she admitted softly. "What have you liked best so far?" Normally she was too shy to talk like this, but she knew that today, hell, for the rest of their marriage she hoped, she had no choice but to do what Sandy told her. "The guy in the shoe store," she whispered huskily, putting a hand on Sandy's chest and playing with his nipple through the shirt. "I thought he was going to attack me right there, even with you sitting right behind him." She was getting into her story telling now, "I'll tell you a secret, he had a big dick." Of course Sandy had seen the bulge in Jim's pants for himself, but to Marla he said, "And how do you know that my little slut?" "I touched it," she said in an excited rush. "First I massaged it with my foot when he was putting on my shoes, and then at the checkout stand I grabbed it with my hand, like this." She grabbed her husband's crotch and squeezed his swelling cock just as she had squeezed the stranger's in the shoe store. "And did it feel good, baby, did you like having that strange meat in your hand?" "I felt so...powerful...does that make any sense?" "Really hot sex is always about power, baby. Having power over someone and giving someone power over you. You had power over our young friend, that's for sure. And who has power over you?" he demanded. "You do," she answered without hesitation. "You have the power," and she squeezed his prick harder, giving 'the power' a different meaning. "Take the power in your hands," he commanded. Jim could hear the familiar jingle of a belt buckle being undone, followed by a quiet zziipp. In his own stall he silently undid his own pants, pushing them down around his knees. "Oh, baby," Marla cooed. "It feels like I've been waiting for this for years." She gently massaged his tightly swollen testicles in one hand while the other slowly stroked up and down the iron hard shaft. "What are you going to do to me with this beautiful prick? I can feel the cum bubbling in your balls." "Now that I think about it," her master replied, "it has been a long time since my cock got any action. You, on the other hand, have already had two orgasms today, haven't you?" "Yes, two wonderful orgasms, baby. You always make me come so hard; I can hardly wait for the next one." "Well, you're going to have to wait this time," he declared. "It's time for a little catch up, my pet, now it's time for the man to come." "Yes, oh yes," she agreed. "I'm going to make you come so hard, baby; I can't wait to feel you explode." 'Fuck, this guy is good' thought Jim, his own meaty cock jutting stiffly between his squeezing fingers. 'He's got this hot bitch so well trained.' "Take off your panties and bend over," the trainer commanded. Marla quickly skinned off the new panties, now as wet as the old ones had been, raised the window shade skirt up to her waist one more time and bent over, once again exposing her bottom to Sandy's wants and desires. She put her hands against the wall behind the commode and rested one knee on the toilet seat for better balance. A shiver went through her when she wondered (hoped?) if Sandy was going to spank her again. A different shiver hit her, however, when instead of his sharp hand she felt the dull end of his stiff cock pushing against her swollen pussy lips, pushing its way in like a battering ram. "Unnh!" she grunted loudly, and between that and the delicious wet noise of a sloppy wet pussy Jim knew that his partner in the other stall had just driven his nail home. He had to bite his lip to keep from letting out his own supportive cheer. Sandy froze in place. "So fucking good," he growled. So good that he wasn't going to last more than two strokes if he wasn't careful, he thought. And while a quickie might be just fine for him and Marla he had made a promise to shoe boy. He breathed deeply to regain himself, then continuing to hold still deep in his wife's wet heaven he said, "If I remember right, the last time you came today you were having a fantasy about something else being buried in your pussy like this." Marla flashed back to the phone sex session in her car, Jim describing her fantasy to her so vividly over the cell. She knew without being told that it was now her turn to describe that fantasy. "Yes," she admitted in a husky whisper, "a fist. Angie's fist was filling my poor cunny the way your big cock is now. The little slut was raping me with her hand, shoving it all the way in up to the wrist." Jim's eyes nearly popped out of the sockets. He gripped tighter and stroked faster as he pictured another hot bitch giving this one a fist job, 'fuuccckkkk!' "Did you ask her to stop?" questioned Sandy as he finally moved his hips, slowly withdrawing his rod until only the head remained inside. "Hell, no!" Marla declared, meaning both Angie's fist and Sandy's cock. "I loved it in me; I never wanted it to stop." Sandy slammed his balls back against Marla's ass. She pressed hard against the wall to keep from getting knocked off her perch, grunting like an animal each time he pulled out and slammed back into her. After five hard, deep strokes Sandy froze in place again, just barely able to hold onto the white lava ready to explode from his volcano. "What else?" was all he was able to get out in a strangled gasp, but Marla knew what he meant. "You and Beth were fucking my mouth," she panted. "The little whore was grinding her pussy all over my face and you were shoving your cock down my throat." "Suck...?" hissed Sandy. "Yes, I was sucking both of you, trying to suck the cum right out of your balls and sucking on college girl's clit until she came in my mouth." She shoved her ass back against her husband, wanting more hard pounding, but instead he yanked his meat out of her. Marla immediately spun around, sitting on the toilet seat, knowing what was coming -- and here it was; Sandy's hand roughly grabbing the back of her head while his rod pumped toward her mouth. She quickly took him in her hand and guided him into her hungry mouth. "Suck it bitch, suck!" commanded her shaking husband. Marla used her lips, tongue and teeth roughly on the sensitive head while one hand yanked his balls and the other flew up and down his shaft. In the next stall Jim leaned back against the thin wall that separated them and yanked at his own balls and cock with shaking hands. "I'm gonna come," Sandy said aloud, Jim silently. "Do you want my hot cum; are you going to swallow it all?" Around his cock Marla grunted in assent, "Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh," she chanted, shoving her face down over his cock till she almost gagged, then pulling back just enough to let her hand go back to it's sperm milking rhythm. Beneath her fingers she swore she could feel the pulse of his jet spraying through his skin tube just before she felt and tasted the salty hot seed exploding into her mouth. "Mmm mmm mmm," she grunted, happily swallowing down spurt after spurt of his man cream, God, there was so much, so much, so fucking much, it was so good, it tasted like raw sex, and the joy of drowning in his hot spunk sent a small orgasm coursing through her body. It was a big orgasm that was shaking young James on the other side of the wall. His white jet of cream flew across the stall, hitting the opposite wall with the first spurts. On both sides of the stall divider hands worked to wring out every last drop of liquid sex from happily abused penises. On Jim's side it meant leaning forward to make sure he didn't mess all over his pants. On Marla's side it meant finally releasing Sandy's meat from her mouth so she could make a mess all over her face, smearing his goo from chin to cheek to forehead and back to loving mouth. Jim finally collapsed onto his toilet seat, grabbing a handful of toilet paper to catch his final drops, while trying to catch his breath and muffle his gasps at the same time. Sandy reached gently under Marla's chin and drew her up to her feet, bending down to kiss her cum-covered lips and taste himself on her slutty tongue while he fumbled his dick back into his pants. He reached behind himself and undid the lock and the two stumbled through the door barely keeping their feet; both laughed, then he caught her up and kissed her again. "Mmm, not bad, I guess," he mused, "but not nearly as nice as sweet pussy juice." Marla giggled, "Well, I don't mind tasting myself on your lips, or fingers, but there's nothing like fresh, hot cum. The taste is so...nasty, so...slutty." Sandy grabbed her close, "And you like being nasty...slutty...don't you?" "Yes, master," then she was kissing him again. Sandy suddenly broke off their kiss and said, "Shh, do you hear something?" "Wha? No, just you treating your wife like a whore," she laughed. Then he was looking over her shoulder with a serious look on his face. "Is someone there?" he demanded. "Come out now." Marla spun in his arms, a look of shock coming over her cum-painted face. The door of the next stall slowly opened, revealing a red-faced Jim with pants barely fastened. Marla gasped. But Sandy relaxed, "Oh, it's just Jim," he said, winking merrily at the young man with a secret signal. Jim relaxed too, 'just more of the fun', he thought. "Gee, I hope we didn't bother you," Sandy offered. "Not at all," reassured the grinning man. "Hope we didn't keep you from 'your business'," the older man said apologetically. Jim decided to go for it and take a part in this perverted play. "Not at all," he repeated. "In fact you helped with 'my business'." Speechless and bewildered up until now Marla whispered, "What do you mean?" "I mean you got me so hot earlier in the store, I had to come down here to relieve myself. No offense, dude," he added to Sandy. "None taken; she has that effect on lots of people." He squeezed his wife with one arm and when she looked up at him he had a happy, proud smile on his face. "Well, imagine my delight when the very woman I was fantasizing about shows up in the next stall and gets so deliciously fucked," Jim said bluntly, looking deep into Marla's staring eyes. "You heard? You listened?" in small voice. "I wished I could have recorded it," Jim agreed happily. "You were so fucking hot I'd be able to jack off to that tape for years. Hell, I'll still be able to get off just on the memory of it. Again, no offense." "Hey, man, no problem, I know what you mean. What was the hottest part for you?" "What!?" Marla looked up at Sandy, finally coming out of the shock of their discovery as she heard her husband discuss her performance like a play or film. "Marla," quietly but sternly. She fell silent. "If I did a little unintentional sharing of my present I'd at least like to hear how he enjoyed it. I remember you saying you enjoyed being shared and that you especially enjoyed feeling Jim's big cock swell under your touch. Didn't you say that?" The confused woman stared at the floor. "Marla?" "Yes," she admitted in a low voice. "So tell me, Jim, what did you like?" "It was all good, man, but that part about the other woman fist-fucking your wife, oh, Christ that was hot." "Oh, yeah," Sandy growled appreciatively, "fucking hot. How about sucking another girl's pussy while getting fisted? How fucking hot was that?" "I'll show you how hot," offered Jim. He pushed his stall door wide open and stepped to the side. From where they stood Marla and Sandy could easily see the huge gob of spunk dripping down the side of the wall to a puddle on the floor. The woman mewled under her breath and Sandy laughed, "Fuckin'-ay, dude, looks like you nearly put a hole through the wall." "Your woman's got that effect on a man," Jim answered with a smile. "That she has, bro', that she has." He stepped forward, did a high-five with the shoe salesman, then again offered Marla his arm and walked her out of the Men's room. Chapter 11 Sandy could feel how shaky and unsteady on her feet Marla was, so he kept a tight grip on her arm as they reentered the hallway. They took a step or two, then Marla stopped and began to turn back. "Where you going?" he asked. She nodded toward the Ladies' room door. "I, I thought I'd wash my face," she said in a confused voice. The man spun her around to face him and took her shoulders in his strong hands. "Oh, no you don't. That cum is your slut badge of honor and you'll wear it proudly." She looked up with a question in her eyes. "You know what you just did in there, don't you?" She nodded yes, then shook her head no. Looking her straight in the eye he said, "You just made two guys come at the same time. You made two...big...hard...cocks explode and shoot their loads like cannons. Did you see how much spunk Jim sprayed against that wall? And he was just listening to you -- you hot slut." Marla just made that same small mewling sound she had when she'd seen Jim's prodigious deposit on the wall. Sandy reached up and smeared the come he'd left on her pretty face across her cheek, scraping one big drop to her mouth where she snapped onto his finger and sucked hungrily. "Too bad Jim had to waste his on the wall, huh? I should have invited him over to empty his load into your mouth the way I did." Marla just sucked harder on his finger. "Would you have liked that, baby, two big loads to swallow?" Marla released his finger and turned her eyes to the floor, too afraid to speak. Sandy put a finger under her chin and tilted her head up to look at him. "I bet his cock still has a good coating of cum on it, do you want to go back and lick it clean for him?" Marla's eyes grew wide, but still she didn't speak. "Hell," her pimp husband continued, "a young guy like that, I bet he could get it up and give you a fresh load of spunk right now. How about that, Marla? Want to go back in for more?" Marla's mind was spinning. Was Sandy serious? Did he want her to suck some stranger off in a mall restroom? Or was he testing her? The memory of Jim's big cock swelling in her hand and all that cum dripping down the wall made her knees weak. My God, am I really a slut? Do I really want to feel that strange cock in my mouth and drink that jizz? And what would Sandy do? Would he get mad if Marla really succumbed to his teasing and prodding? No, Marla suspected her loving husband would happily hold her hair out of the way while the young shoe stud fucked his wife's face. Fortunately (or unfortunately?), just then a family turned the corner into their hallway and headed toward the restrooms. Dad leading two young boys into the Men's and Mom guiding a little girl who obviously needed to go very badly into the Ladies'. Sandy took Marla's arm in his again and started guiding her back into the main mall with a laugh. "Oh, well, maybe next time." Chapter 12 They both got into Sandy's car, leaving Marla's for a return trip. Marla pulled down the sun visor and looked at her face in its lighted mirror. Sandy's cum was drying on her face, still a little shiny. Her face had the hungry, desperate look she recognized from a few women she'd seen in porn films, the ones who looked like they weren't acting any more, but just going crazy with all the fucking. "You look great, baby," Sandy declared. "You look so fucking hot I'm tempted to just take you home right now and fuck you some more." "Why don't you baby? Please? Take me home and fuck me, I want it so bad." "Me too, my love, me too. But there's more we need to do first and I'm going to stick to my plan. Believe me; it will be worth the wait." "What plan? What are we waiting for?" "Now, I told you, no questions. But think for a minute, baby. You've had hot sex in your office, in your car, and in a public restroom. Just imagine what's going to happen when I get you behind closed doors." Marla trembled all over. My God, think about what he'd done to her in public. There would be nothing to hold him back in private. She trembled again, but in fear or passion she couldn't have told you. "We have to wait?" He laughed, "Just a little longer my hot slut, just a little longer." A mile or so away from the mall he pulled into a smaller, rundown strip mall off the main road. "Ho ho, well how about that?" Sandy said happily. "What?" "I came here for one reason, but realize we can do something else here too. Hungry? 'Cause I'm famished and I bet that little Mexican joint has some good homemade stuff." 'Hungry? She just wanted to go home and fuck, but...actually she hadn't eaten anything (other than Sandy's semen) since breakfast and the thought of some good Mexican food got her stomach rumbling right away. "A little, I guess." "Excellent. You'll need to keep your strength up for the rest of the day, wouldn't want you passing out from hunger right in the middle of the fun," he laughed, pulling into a parking spot right in front of "Madre Anna's" -- "The Real Taste of Old Mexico." They had arrived in between the lunch and dinner crowds and so had the place to themselves. The chips and salsa they were served while waiting for their meals were hot and tasty, obviously nothing out of a bag or jar here at Madre Anna's. Marla sipped her ice tea to cut the burn from the tangy salsa. She nearly choked on it with Sandy's next words. "I can really see my cum on your face with the sun hitting you that way...so fucking hot!" He laughed when she almost spit up her drink and said, "Don't worry, baby, it's only because I know what it is. It's just some clear, shiny patches most people won't even notice -- unless we run into more of the kind of people we've had so much fun with today. Somehow I suspect Angie would know what it is right away, and Beth too from what you said." Marla took another sip to clear her throat, then she had to smile too. "And the girls in Victoria's Secret? I thought I was going to lose it when that one little whore sniffed her finger after squeezing my panties. And you, you dirty old man, throwing my unmentionables up there fore everyone to see? What were you thinking?" "I was thinking how hot my wife is and that everyone else should know it too. I was also throwing bait into the water, helping you see just how many horny people are surrounding us everyday." "You're sure right about that," she agreed. "Is there always this much sex in the air and I just haven't noticed?" "Now that your sex radar has been turned on you're going to notice it alright. Half the people you see on the street are probably thinking about fucking you, baby." She laughed, "Well that will certainly make me feel comfortable as I walk around. What about you? Obviously your sex radar is very well tuned. Have you been going around teasing horny women or pulling a 'Jim' with some slut in a Men's room?" Sandy leaned forward toward her. "Marla," he said in his Master voice. "Who has the power?" "You do," she said in a hypnotized voice. "That's right, and power is only good if you use it." Then he sat back, making room for the waiter who'd arrived with their meals. She'd really been looking forward to her enchilada, but now her mind was preoccupied with Sandy's comment. Did he mean that he had been out using his power? Out picking up horny bitches in malls? "Mm, this is good," he said around a mouthful of burrito. "Baby, you're not eating? Try it, it's great." Mechanically she cut off a piece and placed it in her mouth, but didn't really taste it. Had some other woman sucked him off in a Men's room? Had he sucked some other woman's pussy to climax in her office? Sandy leaned forward again. "Marla? Remember what I said about cheating earlier?" She wasn't sure, what had he said? "It's not cheating if the other person knows about it and agrees to it. When I married you I knew I was giving up my wild man days and all the loose pussy I used to tap. But I was happy to do it because I believe in our marriage." She smiled goofily and the taste came back into her mouth. "So, no, I haven't cheated on you. Well, maybe teased a few horny wenches, but that's all," he laughed. She laughed too, he'd always been a flirt -- she couldn't expect that to change. His voice dropped in tone again as he went on. "So, if you'd gone back into that Men's room and licked young Jim's cock clean or sucked him off to another climax, that wouldn't have been cheating, would it?" Eyes wide and heart beating, "N-no?" "No. All that cum he sprayed on the wall, I know you would have gobbled it down, wouldn't you?" "I, I..." "Love sucking cock? Love drinking cum?" Her face flushed red, but she couldn't turn away from his burning gaze. "Yes." "So the next time some young stud let's you know he'd like to have a party in your mouth you can say, yes, if you want to. You understand?" Softly. "Yes." "What's the only thing you have to do to make it not be cheating?" She thought for a moment. "Tell you?" He smiled at her like a proud professor with a favorite pupil. "Tell me, tell me all about it. I may spank you for it or I may just fuck the hell out of you, but you'll tell me about it, won't you?" "Yesss." "And if some horny salesgirl or lonely housewife begs to suck my cock, what should I do?" Marla imagined it, Sandy with another woman? Sandy fucking some stranger's face? Fucking it hard, fucking it while Marla held the woman steady, held the woman down so Sandy could have his way with her! Suddenly she was ravenous and took a big bite of her food. Chewing rapidly, mouth full, she answered forcefully, "Fuck her slut mouth, give her so much spunk she's choking on it, make her happy!" Sandy laughed wickedly and so did Marla. She slipped off a shoe and massaged her husband's crotch with her toes the way she had the shoe stud. They both dug into their food with good appetite, making quick work of their meals. When they stood up to pay their bill, Marla saw Sandy's cock clearly straining against his pants. He didn't make any move to cover it up and Marla didn't want him to, she wanted the waiter to know what she'd done to her man. The poor young Mexican kid looked flustered as he rang them up. Yes, he'd noticed the gringo had a hard on, but he was really more interested in the white slut's tits, those fucking big tits were heaving up and down with her heavy breathing. Sandy noticed where the kid was looking and smiled. "What's your name?" he asked the bedazzled youth. 'Oh, shit', Jose thought, 'is he going to kick my ass for staring at his wife?' "Jose," he answered in a whisper. "Well, Jose, that was some damn fine food and you did a good job serving it. I was going to leave you a couple of bucks for a tip, but how would you like to see my wife's tits instead?" Marla's mind was thinking, 'He got me again!', but her hands seemed to be in Sandy's control as she reached up and squeezed her hot globes at the boy. "Tits?" Jose stammered, not really answering, but asking. "Tits it is," Sandy declared happily, turning to Marla. Swiftly the woman undid her blouse, stroking her hand across the bra-covered mounds. Then she yanked the bra up, exposing her round, white tits with their big, brown, swollen nipples. Slowly she cupped the magnificent mounds of flesh, pinching each sensitive nub between thumb and forefinger. Jose's jaw dropped open and, Sandy noticed, so did the cook's in the back who was watching the action through the food service window. And hot action it was, Marla was really going for it. The hypercharged woman released her breasts, but kept hold of the nipples, pulling them out away from her chest until she whimpered in painful pleasure, then she let them snap back. Jose, Sandy and the cook all groaned. Finally, grabbing a tit in each hand she forced them up and together, then leaned her head down and licked each of the hot brown tips with a moan. Then with a sultry smile she pulled her brassiere back in place and buttoned the bottom three blouse buttons, leaving the bra and cleavage clearly exposed. "We really enjoyed it here," she purred to the stunned boy. "I'm sure we'll be back again, real soon." Then she was putting her arm out and Sandy took it with a laugh, walking her out in their new trademark style. The door hadn't closed all the way behind them when the cook came running out of the kitchen and grabbed Jose, "A Dios mio! I love this fucking country." Smiling dopily, Jose agreed, "God bless America!" Chapter 13 Outside the restaurant Marla blew out a big breath and Sandy broke out laughing as he gathered her up in his arms, "Oh, baby, you're incredible, that was great!" "So I did good, huh?" with a wink. "Fuckin-ay, your training's going better than I ever hoped." She squealed, pushed him up against the wall and hit him on the chest, "My training?! My training?" He grabbed her shoulders and spun her around so now she had her back up against the wall, then he grabbed her tits and leaned in close. "Your slut training. You've always has these wild thoughts, but now you're learning how to act on your fantasies." He pinched her nipples just as she'd done in the restaurant. Squeezing them tightly he asked, "Are you enjoying your training?" Her eyes closed as she swooned from the wonderful pain in her breasts. In a breathless voice she answered, "Yes, yes. Teach me more." He released her nipples, but continued to crush each breast in a strong hand as he leaned in and gave her a deep, probing kiss. "Oh, believe me," he said staring into her gleaming eyes, "there are many more good lessons yet to come. Are you ready?" "Oh, yes! Take me home and train me." "Just one more stop to make," he replied. "Remember I said there were two things we needed to do in this shopping center." He released her breasts, took her arm and guided her down the sidewalk. Looking ahead she saw a liquor store. "Oh, are we picking up some wine?" "No, there won't be much drinking today; nothing happens because someone's drunk and loses control. Everything that happens to you will be because you want it to happen and I know you want it to happen because you gave all control over to me." A little anxiety made Marla burst out, "Oh, Sandy, are you going to hurt me?" She immediately bit her lip, knowing she'd spoken out of turn. Sandy gave her a look, but decided to let this one slide. "Did it hurt when I pinched your nipples?" "Yes," she admitted. "Did it hurt when I swatted your bare ass in the mall?" Her face flushed at the memory. "Yes..." "Yes, I'm going to hurt you some more. Do you want me to stop?" He could just barely hear her answer. "No." He stopped and faced her. "Did it hurt when you pulled your nipples out at that waiter?" "Yes." "Do it again, pinch your nipples until they hurt." Marla immediately grabbed her nubs, but it was hard to get a good grip through her bra. Her blouse was already half undone, so she just reached inside and lifted the bra above her breasts like she'd done for Jose. The hot brown nuggets were jutting out like pencil erasers and she pinched each one between thumb and forefinger and started squeezing. Her eyes closed and soon a high pitched whine started in the back of her throat. "Harder," her master commanded. "Oooh, mmmmm, uh, uh, uh," she panted and moaned. Her knees felt weak and she took a step back, leaning on the wall, but not releasing her tight grip. "Now twist and release." She gave each sensitive nub a vicious twist before letting them go and collapsing against the wall gasping. Her instinct was to cover the poor abused nuggets with her hands, but even without being told she knew that wasn't what Sandy wanted so she just placed her palms flat against the brick behind her. Her tits thrust through the half open blouse as her chest heaved, the nipples an angry red and standing out even farther than before. Sandy leaned down and dragged his tongue across one of the abused cherries. Marla let out half a scream before biting on her hand to quiet the noise. Then he moved to the other breast and sucked the globe into his mouth, attacking the sore nipple with his tongue. Again she screamed into her hand as pain shot through her, shot from her nipple to her clit like an electric charge and suddenly her pussy was flowing with juices. Her loving husband raised his head and looked at her with fire in his eyes while she whimpered around her hand, struggling to catch her breath. Finally he reached in and gently pulled her bra back over her fuck handles. In a low, throaty voice he said, "Those are going to bruise. And when they do I'm going to tit fuck you. And the bruises won't make me feel sorry for you, they'll make me want to fuck you harder." "Fuck me harder," she agreed. "Bruise me more with your hard fucking." Then they were desperately grabbing each other and kissing like overworked teenagers. They didn't break it off until Marla happened to open her eyes and saw some real teenagers staring at them from in front of the liquor store. She moved her kisses to the side of Sandy's face and whispered in his ear, "We have an audience." Sandy turned to look at the grinning kids, two boys and a girl. He turned back to Marla with a smile, gave her his arm and walked toward the youngsters. The bold young rats just smiled more and Sandy smelled the sweet scent of marijuana, 'Ah', he thought. The older couple stopped in front of the kids and Sandy asked with a smile, "Playing hooky? Why not in school?" The taller of the two boys answered, "We thought we'd learn more from the Sex Ed class you two were giving." The girl gasped and then she and the other boy giggled. Sandy laughed at the kid's quick wit and said, "Well we're always happy to help young people who are eager to learn." The boy laughed too, then said, "Hey, if you really want to help us out, how about buying a six-pack for us in there?" tilting his head toward the liquor store. Sniffing the air, Marla said with a smile, "You sure you really need beer, seems like you're doing okay already." "Yeah, well, unfortunately all our other 'refreshments' are finished, so a couple of beers will have to do. Unfortunately, being old enough to vote in this state doesn't make you old enough to buy beer." "Who's driving?" asked Sandy. "No one," answered the shorter boy. "Too many fucking cops cruising around to risk getting busted – we party on foot." "Excellent. Because of your common sense party plan I'll be glad to get you some refreshments." The teens all smiled and the quick-witted one handed over a $5 bill, "Thanks, man." Sandy and Marla walked into the small store and Sandy headed back to the beer cooler while Marla waited by the checkout stand. When they came back out Sandy handed the bag with the beer to the tall boy. Marla handed a smaller bag to the girl and said, "Use these or the beer, but not both." "Huh? What is it?" She reached in the bag and brought out a small box. It took her a second to register what they were. "Rubbers?!" she squealed. The two boys' jaws just dropped open. "Like I said, use one or the other, the beer OR the rubbers. If they have to get you drunk, or you have to be drunk to fuck them, then you shouldn't be fucking them. But if you are going to, then make sure you're protected. No accidents either way, right?" The girl had gone bright red and even the tall smart alec was speechless. "You think I'm going to...? That I would..." Marla reached out a hand and tousled the short boy's long, stringy hair. "Well, this one does need a haircut, but otherwise they're pretty cute." She nodded her head, "Yep, I'd fuck 'em." Then squinting at the two slack mouthed boys she said, "If they know how to treat a girl right before, during And after, that is. Swinging dicks who act like dickheads aren't worth a woman's time. Well, you kids have a good time and keep thinking smart, like about the car." With that she linked her arm through Sandy's and the two once again left stunned and horny people in their wake. A few steps away Sandy said, "Well done, my love." "Our good deed for the day," agreed Marla, then both broke out laughing, squeezing their arms tighter together. Chapter 14 A few steps farther down Sandy pulled Marla to a stop in front of a shop door. She'd thought they were walking in front of an empty store since the picture windows were blacked out, but now she noticed the words 'Pleasure Emporium' painted in purple on the black window of the door. Below that was a white sticker saying, 'No one under 21 admitted.' "What is this place?" she asked. Pulling the door open and waving her in Sandy answered with a smile, "Why, your friendly neighborhood porn shop and sex store." She turned her head up at him with eyes and mouth in wide 'O's and he gave her a gentle nudge on the hip to keep her moving into the store. They dodged through some hanging beads and entered a dimly lit shop that smelled of burning incense. Once through the beads Sandy stopped alongside as Marla scanned the scene in front of her. In racks across the floor were rows and rows of videotapes and DVDs. More ran along shelves on the side and back of the store. Over there was a spinning paperback rack filled with books; behind it were magazine racks. On the other wall was a pegboard with all sorts of objects hanging from hooks. Some racks in front of the wall seemed to hold clothing. Marla laughed and turned to face Sandy. "After all I've been through today did you really think a dirty book store would shock me?" "Don't think of it as a dirty book store," he replied in his most professor-like voice. "Think of it as a school supply store." Seeing the question on her face he continued. "If you'll remember, someone still has some lessons and training ahead of her." Marla nodded dumbly. "Well, here we'll find some of the things we need to get the most out of those lessons. Come." He strode off toward the pegboard wall and Marla scurried after, looking nervously around the room again. 'I'm the only woman in here,' she realized. 'Not really surprising though, is it? Whoa, there is another woman here!' Behind the counter, lazily smoking a cigarette was a young girl, maybe college age. 'What's a hot chick like that doing working in a place like this? Poor kid,' Marla thought. By then she'd caught up to Sandy and could see that the wall held a wide assortment of sex toys and gadgets. Her mouth went dry. Sandy picked up a hand basket from a pile on the floor and handed it to Marla. "Hold that, will you, baby?" He reached up and pulled some kind of pink thing off the wall and dropped it in her basket. Looking down Marla saw it was a satin blindfold. "Blindfold?" she asked in a small voice. Sandy turned back to her with something else to add to the basket. "Blind trust." He stared into her eyes, "You trust me, right?" She gulped. "Yes," she whispered. Looking down at his second selection she saw more pink satin material – long sashes they looked like. 'Strong and Soft' the package proclaimed. 'Gentle Bondage' it promised. Marla gulped again. He was going to blindfold her and tie her up? That was scary. But then why was her pussy starting to tingle again? Marla closed her eyes and saw an image of herself blindfolded and struggling against her bonds as Jim and Jose played with her tits. Her eyes flew open, Jim and Jose!? Oh fuck, Sandy really had turned her into a slut. Now Sandy was holding a small package in front of her. "Hm, I hadn't planned on these, but after your hot titty twisting in the restaurant and outside, maybe you'd like to add them to our list?" Marla focused and read the package in front of her. 'Nipple-Pins'. Two rubber coated spring clips were connected by a chain. The picture had a cartoon of a huge-breasted woman with the clips on her nipples and the chain between her teeth. A jolt went through Marla's nipples like it had outside, but her face was uncertain. Sandy put them back on the hook, "Maybe next time," he mused. Now they were at the section of the wall with the dildoes and vibrators; Marla couldn't believe how many different kinds there were. Sandy reached up and took down two shrink-wrapped dildoes. They were both huge, life-like rubber cocks. "9 Thick Inches!" screamed the labels. Molded veins ran the length of the monsters, from balls at one end to blunt heads big as large plums. The only difference was that one was pink, the other black. "Have you ever fucked a black man, baby?" Marla could only shake her head no, staring at the club in her husband's hand. "Okay, big black cock it is," and dropped the black dildo in the basket. 'He expected her to put that thing inside of her?! He expected her to take this fucking monster inside her pussy? Big fucking monster forcing its way into her tight, wet pussy?' Hypnotized, Marla reached into the basket and touched the obscene black toy. Picking it up she suddenly found herself flashing back to the shoe store, 'Was Jim's cock this big?' She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feel of the latex rod in her hand and the memory of the young guy's bulge through his pants. My God, he may have been this big. She squeezed the toy hard, the way she had the shoe salesman. Then she was remembering all the cum that the salesman had sprayed on the bathroom wall while listening to her fuck and suck her husband. Suddenly Sandy's hand was grabbing her arm tightly. "Marla, are you alright? You look like you're going to pass out." She shook her head and opened her eyes, breathing deeply to calm her jagged nerves. "No, I'm okay, it's just stuffy in here." "Okay, we're almost done," he promised, then he turned away with a sly smile on his face. He knew 'swooning' when he saw it and he had also seen the way she was clutching the big black dildo. "Just two more teaching aids should do it," he declared, taking two more packages from the wall. One was a string of small balls strung together like some kind of necklace or something. The other was another dildo, but short, smooth and slender; not at all like the big, bumpy, black monster. He held the more delicate dildo in front of her. "This one's for your ass," he explained, then dropped the package into the basket. "And these balls we're going to shove all up into your hot cunt, then pull them out, one...at...a...time. We can also play that game in your ass, but I'll let you decide, how about that?" Marla was speechless, but her cunny was twitching with the thought of the abuse Sandy had planed for her. "Okay, just one more thing," he said happily, taking the basket from her. "Let's go pick out a video." He took her elbow and turned her back toward the rows of pornos. She could see each section was labeled like in a regular video store, only instead of Action, Adventure and Romance she saw Bondage, Amateur and Gangbang. "Baby," she moaned, "I don't need any video to get in the mood. Hell, if I was any more in the mood I'd fuck you right here." He wrapped an arm around her and nuzzled her cheek. "Hmm, that is an idea, but I'll wait until I get you home." She looked at him crossly and he laughed. "You're right baby, we don't need a video tonight, but it's not for tonight, it's for some other time in the future. I just want you to pick it out now while you're feeling hornier and nastier than you ever have before. Pick out as many as you like. Hell, they say you shouldn't go grocery shopping when you're hungry, but I think porn shopping when you're horny makes perfect sense. Go ahead, baby, what kind of nastiness are you in the mood for?" Marla started looking at the video boxes with a different eye. The boxes all jumped out with graphic photos that enflamed her mind. Girl on girl, guy on guy, fancy professional films, cheap homeshot videos, facial cum shots, all anal, teenagers, old people... Marla found herself drawn to the Amateur section; she wanted to see real people, not actresses paid to fake it. A lot of cheap packaging here, but there was a box that caught her eye with a high quality photo on the front, two women on their knees surrounded by a dozen or more guys. The men you could only see from the chest down, all naked, all sporting erections of various shapes and sizes. The two women were smiling directly at the camera, each holding two hard cocks in her hands, other cocks pressing against their cheeks. "Like MILF, Like Daughter" said the title. In medium print alongside the main picture, "Mom teaches daughter how to gangbang." Marla flipped the box over and read, "Carly's teenage slut adventures left her with baby Cindy, and now, 18 years later, Carly's introducing her baby girl to her mom's wild sex life." And, "Cindy's an eager student; watch as Mom teaches her how to take two cocks into her ass at the same time and a whole lot more." There were a series of images from the movie scattered over the back. In one, the women were cheek to cheek as two hard cocks poked in front of their lips. 'My God,' Marla thought looking at the women. 'It's true', it really is her mom.' The similarity between the two was obvious and since Carly had apparently only been a teenager herself when she got pregnant with Cindy she was still hot and sexy, the two almost could have been sisters. In another photo Carly was pulling apart her daughter's ass cheeks while a huge cock forced its way into her tiny butthole. Marla gasped and gulped. "Like that one?" Sandy whispered in her ear. She jumped. "I – I, what's a MILF?" she said lamely, trying to cover her excitement. "Mom's I'd Like to Fuck", answered Sandy. "It's usually the 'fuck your best friend's mother fantasy." Looking at the picture on the front he whistled, "That is definitely a MILF." "She's teaching her daughter to be a slut," Marla said in awe. "Like I'm teaching you, huh?" Marla blushed, but nodded. "Gee, I wonder what your mom would think if she saw you in here – or in your office – or in the shoe store – or..." It was like she was someone else, it couldn't really be her saying, "I think she'd like slut training." Marla's mouth snapped shut with a click. "Well, well. Your mom's, what, about 50? But looking good. Yeah, she could still be a MILF." Marla giggled nervously. "But who would do her training?" Sandy continued. "Me – or you?" Marla groaned. "I think it's time to take you home now," he said in a deep voice. They walked to the front of the store and put their shopping basket on the counter, 'Like MILF, Like Daughter' on top. The sales clerk rang up each item and put it in a plain white plastic bag. Sandy looked at some of the items under the glass top of the counter and asked the young woman, "Which of these sex lubes is best?" Marla turned her eyes to the floor. The girl smiled and took a tube and a jar from under the counter. "Well, if I was going to be trying to shove that black mamba into my twat I'd use the Jaxon's Sex Butter" she said while holding up the jar. Marla looked up in wonder. "On the other hand, if I was going to be doing a lot of fucking, say, pulling a train," Marla's eyes got even wider, "then I'd want this HappyTime Gel so I could get lubed up quick and easy." She stared straight into Marla's eyes a moment, then turned to Sandy. "So," she asked with a wicked smile, "what kind of action are we looking at tonight?" Sandy's answering smile was just as evil. "We'll take both." The girl laughed as she took his credit card and rang up the sale. As they turned to leave the counter girl said, "Have fun, honey, but remember..." Marla turned back. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Then she added with a wink, "But of course, there isn't anything I wouldn't do." Chapter 15 Sandy climbed behind the wheel and Marla immediately slid across and into his arms; the two disappeared in a desperately horny kiss. Finally he pushed her away and inserted the key in the ignition. "Home," was all he said as he turned the engine over. "Now," Marla answered with a low growl. While he tried to concentrate on backing out of their parking spot she was getting his zipper open and working his hard cock loose from its restraints. As soon as the hot meat was poking through his fly she dropped on it like a hungry dog, swallowing the tube steak in one gulp. Sandy hit the brakes and closed his eyes for a moment to regain his mental balance. A horn honk from behind brought him back to the real world, somebody was waiting for him to get moving through the small parking lot. Sandy slipped it into drive and carefully guided them onto the streets toward home, Marla's head bobbing busily up and down in his lap. Fortunately it wasn't too far and Sandy somehow made it into their driveway without hitting anything or anyone. Turning off the engine he leaned back in his seat and relished the intensity with which his wife pistoned up and down onto his iron rod. It was almost explosion time when Sandy noticed movement across the front yard. Johnny, the neighborhood teen who cut their grass had just pushed his lawnmower into their yard. The kid raised his hand in greeting just as Sandy filled Marla's gulping mouth with another helping of his hot seed. Since he came so hard earlier in the mall bathroom, his load was not as full as before and his wife was able to happily swallow all his man cream, except for a tongue full she kept in her mouth. She raised her head out of his lap with a big smile and then opened her mouth to show what she had inside. She stuck out her tongue with its coating of spunk and then theatrically pulled it back in and swallowed her treasure with a big gulp and an appreciative, "Mmmmm." As she was sensuously licking her lips her eyes suddenly went wide in shock as they finally focused beyond her husband and saw Johnny Taylor walking up to the car. Sandy grinned hugely at her; then rolled down his window. "Hey, Johnny, how's it going?" "Good, Mr. Carson," the boy answered as he put his hand on the edge of the window and leaned down. "Oh, hi, Mrs. Carson, I didn't see you there," he added when he caught sight of Marla. 'Thank, God,' she thought to herself, desperately hoping no telltale white cream still clung to her lips. "Hi, Johnny," she squeaked. "So what's up, Johnny?" asked Sandy. Johnny was struck by Marla's almost guilty look, as if he had caught her doing something she shouldn't. It also struck him that the hot MILF looked even foxier than usual. He mentally shook his head and broke off his stare, in time, he hoped. "Not much," he answered. "I was just going to do your lawn, but you're home earlier than usual. Would you like me to come back another time?" "No, it's no problem. No time like the present, right? Let 'er rip." "Okay, I'll be out of here in a half hour or so. See you later, Mrs. Carson, bye, Mr. Carson." Johnny turned back toward his lawnmower. Sandy laughed when he saw the look of anxiety on Marla's face. "Relax, baby, he didn't even know you were in the car, so he certainly didn't see that wonderful blowjob." Marla grimaced and flushed. "But I'm sure he would have loved it – although not as much as I did." Marla punched his shoulder. "Strangers in the mall is one thing, but I don't want to be picked up for corrupting neighborhood kids." Still laughing, Sandy fake-rubbed his 'sore' shoulder. "Well, I don't know about the kid part with Johnny. That's not the scrawny 14-year old who started cutting our lawn all those years ago. He's a senior in high school now, isn't he? He's probably already 18." "Even so, it's probably better if he isn't gossiping with the other neighborhood teens about Mrs. Carson giving Mr. Carson head in the driveway." "Hmm. Yeah, you're probably right," he laughed. Sandy grabbed the Pleasure Emporium bag from the back seat and got out of the car. Johnny very slowly pushed his mower forward as he watched the hot woman walk to the front door. He had never seen her in such a sexy outfit before and hoped his big sunglasses kept them from seeing how he was ogling those long legs and big tits. Mr. Carson unlocked the door, and then turned to wave goodbye to Johnny, causing the guilty teen to stumble. Mrs. Carson raised her hand in farewell as the boy caught himself in time to watch that fantastic ass bounce through the door. Chapter16 Closing the door behind her, Marla collapsed against it. "Wow, that was close." Sandy took her in his strong arms and pulled her tight. "That last part was an unexpected surprise, but not a problem." "The part just before it, however," he growled, "was amazing." He pressed his lips to hers and stroked her hair. She slowly responded, returning his kiss. The passion climbed and soon their tongues were wrestling. Marla pulled back a little and gave him a wicked smile. "I'm just glad he didn't show up any sooner and prevent me from my second helping of your delicious cum." She leaned back in and thrust her tongue deep into his mouth. "Can you taste it?" she breathed as they separated again. "Yes. Nowhere near as good as your sweet pussy, but it tastes sexy in your hot mouth." They kissed some more. "You said you would have liked to see me suck Danforth Jim's cock," she challenged. "Would you have kissed me like this afterwards?" "Ho ho," he laughed. "Well, my darling, I'm afraid that if that is your fantasy I am going to have to disappoint you. The idea of you sucking and fucking my cock and another is exciting, but it's always about us on you, never us on each other." "But you thought it would be just fine if I got down with Beth or Angie. You big hypocrite," she smiled. "You got me there," he admitted. "I would love to see another woman eat you and you to eat her, but the idea of guy on guy sex does not compute for me; if I was a woman I'm sure I'd be a lesbian." "And if don't want to eat another woman?" Sandy tilted his head and thought for a moment, then looked deep into her eyes. "I've already made you do a lot of things today that you probably never would have agreed to if I had asked you ahead of time, haven't I?" Softly, "Yes." "I'm going to surprise you with more things like that, more things I think you will enjoy even if you can't imagine them now. But I'll make you a deal; if you really do not like something then I won't make you do it. Only fair I guess if I'll only eat my own creampie out of your pussy." They both laughed and she hugged him tight. "Thank you, baby," she purred. Then she pouted, "Are you sure you won't let me watch you suck another guy's cock?" He laughed. "Yeah, pretty damn sure." She dropped to her knees in front of him, reached through his still open fly, pulled his shrinking cock back out and took it in her mouth. He moaned from the sensation of her sucking him clean. She released him and said, "But it tastes so good." She took him back inside and her talented mouth made his joint twitch with life despite its recent explosion. "And it feels so good when it grows in my mouth." Again she swallowed him whole, then backed off and sucked on just the head. Cupping his balls in one hand and stroking his shaft with the other, she rubbed the soft knob across her smiling lips. "But don't worry, baby," she said with a laugh in her voice, "seeing a dick in your mouth just doesn't compute for me either. But this sure as hell does," and she sucked him again. Suddenly, he grabbed her head and yanked back from her seeking mouth. "Okay," he gasped. "That's enough for now." Grabbing the backs of his thighs for leverage Marla tried to catch his meat with her full, dick-sucking lips. With a laugh Sandy put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her away. Marla settled on her bottom with a frustrated look. "Oh, don't you worry," he soothed. "You'll have more cock in your mouth soon. But remember, baby, it's still early, plus we have all day tomorrow and don't have to do anything Saturday until your 'official' party at 7:00. We're going to pace ourselves so we get the most out of all that free time." Her look changed from frustration to anticipation. "Right now I want you to go draw a hot bubble bath and climb in." "And what will you be doing?" she said with a sexy edge. Suddenly he stepped forward, grabbed a handful of hair and bent her head back. "What will I be doing?" he demanded with a snarl. Marla's eyes flew open in fear, then excitement. "Whatever you want?" "That's right." He released her hair and his hand slid to her cheek, cradling it gently. "I have my present in my house behind closed doors. It's time for some more training." "Yes, Master," she sighed happily as the slow burn returned to her pussy. "Bubble bath," he said simply and she hustled to her feet and headed down the hallway to their bedroom and the master bath. He walked into the kitchen, bent over the sink and splashed cold water on his face. Some deep breaths as he wiped dry with a dish towel and he was ready to consider his next move. He stared at the wall phone just a moment before picking it up and punching in a number. A few words passed, then he was hanging up with a wicked smile. Humming happily he selected a bottle of red wine from the wine rack and pulled the cork. He carried the bottle and a couple of glasses in one hand, snatched up the bag of sex toys as he passed through the living room, then headed to the back of the house after Marla. When he got to their bedroom Marla was nowhere in sight, but the door to the master bath was open and he could hear the tub filling at full stream. He put the wine and glasses on the dresser, reached into the Pleasure Emporium bag and laid the DVD on the dresser too. Then all the other 'teaching aides' they'd bought came out of the bag and then their wrappers. The blindfold and binding cloths were laid on the bed, the sex lubes on the nightstand, the dildoes and love beads went back into the bag. Sandy made his second visit of the day to Marla's sexy lingerie drawer and laid her next costume on the bed next to the bondage cloths. Finally, his own clothes were coming off and going into the hamper, the shoes tossed behind the bedroom door. Slowly he walked into the bathroom, wine in one hand, sex bag in the other. He leaned against the door frame to scope out the situation. Marla was leaning back in their big bathtub smiling at him, the water and bubbles just coming up to the bottom of her breasts, but rising. Returning her smile he crossed the room, placed the wine glasses on the wide ledge of the tub and filled each one. From the plastic bag he pulled each toy out one at a time, dropping them into the water. The big black cock came out last and made an impressive splash as he tossed it in right above his wife's thrumming crotch. She jumped and giggled nervously. He turned off the faucet and eased himself into the wonderfully hot water, settling behind Marla with his legs on either side of her. He took up the glasses of wine and handed one to the hot woman leaning back against his chest. They clinked their glasses in a toast. "Happy Birthday, my love," he purred, kissing her ear.

Sandra after University by Vanessa Evans Part 6 Fifteen minutes later we were walking into the gym, George standing up and welcoming us back and asking us how it went. “Good, very good.” I replied, “Catalina here is thinking of joining me for my workout.” “Good,” George said, “but no pressure Catalina, If you don’t want to it’s okay, your job is safe, in fact I’ve been so pleased with you recently and takings are up so I was thinking of giving you a pay rise.” “Thank you boss, can I go and have a shower please?” “Sure,” George replied, the evening rush hasn’t started yet.” Catalina went off to the ladies changing room and I said, “I think that she’s going to shave her pubic hair off.” “You managed to to get to see that she has a bush?” “Got her totally naked, she’s got a big black bush and surprise, surprise, she likes being naked outdoors, even got her walking to the car park and putting flyers on cars whilst naked.” “Wow, didn’t my little benefits girl do well?” “Thanks, but I’m not sure that she’s ready for a workout with me yet, may have to work on that one some more.” “I think that I’ll have to invite her to my next party, that should loosen her up a bit more.” “Are you going to start fucking her George?” “Not when your tight little cunt is around, that’s for sure. Why, would you get jealous Sandra?” “No, not at all. Do you get jealous when other men fuck me?” “No, but I do wish that it was my cock ramming into that tight little pussy of yours.” George put his hand on my pussy and bent a finger inside me. Pulling it out and holding it between our faces he said, “Does your pussy ever get dry Sandra?” “Nope. Complaining?” “Hell no.” George and I talked for a while then Catalina reappeared and said, “It feels so good being all shaved, I don’t know why I didn’t try it before” “It helps that you haven’t got any underwear on Catalina.” I said and I watched George’s eyebrows go up and a smile appear on his face. “You should try it with a much shorter skirt on, one like mine, you can borrow some of mine if you like.” “Maybe, I have some swimsuit cover-ups that I might try.” “You’ll feel good in them Catalina,” I replied the continued, “I’m off for a shower then it will be about time for my workout. Many guys here George?” “Quite a few.” “Good.” I replied as I went off to the ladies changing room. As I was showering Lucy came into the changing room and when I saw her I said, “Hi Lucy, going to be a regular visitor here then?” “Hi Sandra, yes I am, it’s free and I like looking at the front of the guys shorts, it’s pity that George won’t let guys in for free if they workout naked.” “I thing that a load of boners swinging around might put some of the other customers off.” “Probably true.” Lucy replied then added, “So when are you coming to the The Pink Pussy Kat? Maybe Tony will give you a job, one that pays actual money?” “Funny that you should say that Lucy, George was telling me that after my workout tonight he’ll take me there. Tony and Angela invited me there the other night.” Before we could talk any more, 2 more girls walked in and I saw that it was the 2 that I’d talked to on the beach at Ses Salines, Ellie and Mandy. “Oh, thank gawd,” Ellie said, “for a minute I thought that we might be the only 2 girls here and that we’d be out there naked on our own.” “Relax ladies, the 4 of us will cause quite a stir out there.” I said. I quickly introduced everyone as I dried myself the said, “Okay ladies, time to get naked then we’ll go and give the guys some eye candy for them to wank to later, but remember, there’s to be no sexual contact in the workout room, we don’t want to put George’s licence at risk. If you see a guy that you fancy just tell him to meet you outside afterwards.” As the 3 of them got naked I explained how we’d work on the machines then do some mat work together. “Sandra has a great routine on the mats,” Lucy said, “last time I just followed her lead and I have never enjoyed myself so much.” “Sounds good.” Mandy replied. None of the other 3 had been wearing more than a dress or skirt and top, and shoes, and within seconds we were heading to the workout room. As we exited the changing room I saw, and waved to Catalina. My wave was more of a ‘come on’ wave but she didn’t move. The workout room quickly went deadly quiet as the 4 totally naked girls walked in. I noticed that Mandy and Ellie both looked a little nervous so I said, “You’ll be fine ladies, just relax and concentrate on your workout. Four machines each then meet on the mats, okay?” Lucy turned to Ellie and Mandy and quietly said, “Watch Sandra on the exercise bike.” Yes, I started on one of the exercise bikes and Lucy on another one. We both altered the height of the seats and before long our pussies were sliding from side to side on the saddles. As I pedalled I looked around the room in the big mirrors and saw that there were around 20 clothed people, mostly guys, nearly all of them just standing around watching the 4 naked girls. Mandy was on a rowing machine and Ellie on a steps machine. As my orgasm started to build I saw that Catalina had come into the room and I was very pleased to see that she too was completely naked and I could see her completely bald pubis. I was proud of her but I couldn’t tell her that because, not only was my orgasm about to hit me, but also she quickly went to another of the steps machines and started using it. I also noticed that both Ellie and Mandy kept looking over to me with smiles on their faces. I guessed that they had realised that the effect of Lucy and I raising the saddles would have and that they were waiting to see the inevitable. “Oh yeeeeessssss.” I said, probably loud enough for half the room to hear, as my first orgasm of the evening hit me. Even though my body was shaking and jerking I kept pedalling until my body exploded again. Somewhere along my second journey to utopia I vaguely heard Lucy going over her own cliff edge but my number one priority at that time was getting my second orgasm of the evening. “That’s the best possible way to start a workout.” I quietly said to Ellie as I walked passed her to the thigh abductor. I adjusted the resistance and sat on the abductor, with my legs closed, ready to start and I just sat there for a few seconds looking around. I smiled to myself as I looked at the faces and the bulging shorts of the audience. Although not all eyes were on me I has still happy, there was certainly going to be some blue balls leaving that gym later that evening. I also watched some of the naked girls change machines and was pleased to see both Ellie and Mandy climb on exercise cycles. Then I took a deep breath and forced my thighs apart as wide as the machine would let them go. I hadn’t set the resistance too high because I wanted to keep my legs spread for a long time. As I was straining I decided that I’d always use those settings and count the seconds that I could keep my legs spread wide and only increase the resistance when I could manage 60 seconds. “That should give the guys a really good look at my pussy.” I thought. Having done that exercise 5 times I reversed the resistance so that the machine was trying to force my legs closed. I decided that is was the best way to do it as I knew that my legs would tire and that they’d spend more time spread wide as I summoned the strength to do one more rep. I did 2 more machines before going to the mats. None of the 2 were as revealing as the abductor but whilst I was on those 2 machines I watched Lucy, Ellie and Mandy use the abductor, much to the delight of our audience. I noted that Catalina stayed away from the abductor but I wasn’t unhappy about that, after all, she’d changed one hell of a lot in just that one day and I wondered how long she’d been thinking about having some of the fun that I obviously was. I had to wait a few minutes for the other 4 girls to finish then they came over to me on the mats and any of the audience who hadn’t followed me over came and circled the mats. I explained to the newbies that it would be like a yoga class where one person leads and the others follow, the leader helping out when anyone was struggling. Because I saw that Catalina was still looking a bit nervous I went over to her and quietly said. “I know that you know what is coming, if it helps just ignore the audience and think about the fun that you had at the beach this afternoon.” As I’ve mentioned before, all my exercises are ones that involve spreading my legs to one extent or another and I was pleased to see that all the girls participated quite well, the only exercise that all of them struggled to a varied extent was the standing splits. After demonstrating it I went and helped Ellie, Mandy and Catalina. All 3 were very close to doing it properly and I encouraged them saying that they just needed some practice. Catalina was losing her nervousness and did the best out of the 3 newbies, she quite literally ‘opened up’. Then came the grand finale where I put my calves behind my shoulders and do 30 Kegel exercises only this time I only did 10 Kegels before getting up and checking on the other girls. I was pleased to see that they all knew what Kegels were although I did see that Catalina was blushing as she did them. I quickly got back into position right in front of a couple of guys who watched my pussy doing the remaining 20. “That’s it girls,” I said, “I hope to see you all tomorrow evening.” Most of the audience started moving away and I went over to Ellie and Mandy. “That was fucking awesome Suzie.” Mandy said, “PE lessons at school were never like that.” “And you do that every evening?” Ellie asked. “Yes I do.” I replied. “I wish that I’d know about it when we first arrived in Ibiza,” Mandy said, “We have to go home in 3 days.” “Well that’s 3 more evenings fun for you.” I replied. “Gotta go,” Ellie said, “we’re meeting some guys outside.” “Going to administer some treatment for blue balls are you?” I asked. “Something like that.” Mandy replied as they headed off to the changing room. “Another awesome session, thank you Sandra” Lucy said. “Maybe see you later.” “I hope so,” I replied, “I fancy standing next to some seated, horny guys in a dark club.” “Well if Tony or Angela will let you I can guarantee that you’ll enjoy it.” Lucy left too and I turned to Catalina. “How was that Catalina?” I asked. “I’m not sure, it was so much fun but so embarrassing and I know that I shouldn’t have done it, what would my parents or friends say, but I just know that I’m going to do it again.” “And get naked on the beach?” I asked. “And get naked on the beach.” Catalina replied and giggled a little. “Come on.” I said taking Catalina’s hand and leading her out of the room and towards the reception area. “Wait, I can’t go there like this.” Catalina protested. But she didn’t stop walking and within seconds 2 naked girls were stood in front of George. “Good workout ladies?” George asked as he gave Catalina a quick look up and down then turned his eyes towards me. I could tell that he wanted to have a good look at the naked Catalina but didn’t want to embarrass her. “Yes thanks George.” I replied, “and Catalina did well, she enjoyed it as well didn’t you?” “Yes.” Catalina quietly replied “So I’m going to be stuck out here every evening from now on am I?” George asked. “Maybe.” Catalina replied. “Maybe I could get someone else to cover reception on an evening so that you can have more fun Catalina? Do you know any other girls who could do a few hours on an evening and maybe the odd full day when you want some time off Catalina, a friend or maybe a sister?” Catalina blushed at, I presumed, the thought of one of her friends or her sister seeing her do the naked workout so I said, “Hey, a few days ago Catalina you never imagined that you could do what you have just done and I’m sure that your friend or sister would be the same. Have you got a sister?” “Yes, Mila, she’s a couple of years younger than me.” “There you go then, talk to her, invite her along one evening, you don’t have to tell her what you’ll be doing, well not to start off with.” I said. “Mila might enjoy it more than me, she’s already got into trouble for inviting boys to her bedroom a couple of times.” “She sounds perfect to me.” George said, “leave it with you Catalina.” “Okay, can I go and get dressed now?” “Of course you can Catalina, you can wear as much or as little as you want when you are here, well apart from when you are working out with Sandra.” “You go and get dressed too Sandra, we’ll go to Andy and Janice’s cafe to get something to eat then on to the Pink Pussy Kat, Tony has a proposition for you.” “That sounds intriguing.” I replied. Andy greeted me by telling me to bend over a table so that he could spank my bare butt. Then after he’d given me 5 swats he told me to stand up and he hugged me and welcomed me. I was definitely liking George’s friends, not only do they like having fun like I do but they were easy to talk to. We had a great, free, meal where George and I talked about all sorts of things, Catalina being one of them. George was well pleased with my progress with persuading her to get naked and join the workouts. He told me that he thought that he’d seen Catalina with her sister Mila sometime and Catalina had talked about her often. George said that he’d got the impression that Mila was less conservative and religious than Catalina was so getting her to join the naked workouts could well be easier. We also talked about the gym’s customers and how the guys were mainly holidaymakers. We both agreed to think of ideas to target locals and ExPats who would be around all through the winter months as well. I asked George if he’d heard anything from Pedro about the website or any movie making. “Funny that you should say that Sandra,” George said, “Pedro will be round to see us in a couple of days to show you what he’s got for the website so far.” “Good.” I replied, “I can’t wait to get started with the movie making, do you think that we could sell them?” “I think that that’s one of the things that Pedro wants to talk about.” George replied. We got to the Pink Pussy Kat and the bouncer on the door smiled at George and said hello as he looked me up and down then opened the door to let us in. The topless young girl collecting entrance fees waved us straight in saying, “Hi George, fancy a lap dance later?” As we kept walking she might just have heard George replying, “Maybe.” The place looked okay, not too dark, not up to the standards that I’d expect from the big named clubs on the island, but never the less it looked smart and clean. There is a small stage with dancing poles at either end and at that time there was one girl, wearing just a thong and heels, hanging upside down with her legs spread wide, on one of the poles. George led me to the bar and I looked around as he got us both a drink. Topless girls were taking trays of drinks to tables and I spotted Lucy stood between 2 seated me. She was wearing just heals and a very short (not as short as mine) skirt with her feet about shoulder width apart. I could see one of the men’s hands up the back of her skirt. She looked to be happily talking to the other men on the table while being fingered. I also saw a topless girl leading a middle-aged man through a door and guessed that she was about to give him a lap dance. Just as George handed me my drink Tony appeared in front of me and said, “Well hello there gorgeous I was wondering how long it would be before you honoured us with your presence. Hi there George, Sandra, you’ve got your tits covered, as you can see girls in here don’t need to cover them.” “But I’m not staff.” I replied. “Do you want to be, we could do with a pair of tits like yours in here.” I looked at George and he said, “Hey Sandra, our deal is for you to workout naked at the gym, that’s all, what you do during the rest of your time is up to you.” “What would my hours be Tony?” I asked. “What would you want them to be Sandra? No, seriously Sandra, I’ll pay you the same hourly rate as the other girls and you can work whenever you want. Since we are neighbours I’ll even throw in a free ride home at the end of the night.” My answer was to take my top off, hand it to George and start walking towards Lucy. “Whoa there my little exhibitionist friend.” Tony said, “you can start work later and I’ll pair you with Lucy to start off with, she tells me that she’s joined your naked workout club, but first we have some talking to do, some plans to make. Pedro is here somewhere and we have some ideas that you may be interested in.” “You will be wearing skirts that short when you come to work won’t you Sandra?” Tony asked. “I’ll come stark naked if you want me to Tony?” “Keep that for the private rooms or on the stage Sandra, in the main area the girls have to wear a skirt, licence rules. Happily, the rules don’t say how long nor that there has to be anything under the skirt.” “You said ‘on the stage’ Tony?” I asked. “Yes, I’m assuming that you want to enter the wet T-shirt competitions and I can get someone to teach you how to pole dance.” “Brilliant Tony, thank you.” By then we’d spotted Pedro and Tony led us to the quietest part of the room where we sat down and were immediately approached by a girl wearing just a micro skirt and heels. She stood next to Tony whilst she took our drinks orders and I noticed that she’s stood with her feet about shoulder width apart and that Tony had a hand up her skirt. I felt my pussy get a wet rush at the thought of me doing the same as that girl. Anyway, as soon as she was gone Tony said, “I’m assuming that you still want a website Sandra and that you want it to have lots of photographs and videos of you naked in public places and having sex in as many public places as possible. I’m also assuming that you like it rough and will be happy to have sex on video with multiple guys, is that right?” “What? Oh, err, yes, but you didn’t mention spanking?” “How could I have missed that out, you look amazing getting spanked in the stocks Sandra, yes spanking, in and out of the stocks and getting tied up are included, as are you being fucked by all the machines that George has in his garage. What about bestiality, do you fancy trying that Sandra?” “I’m game for any and every thing, bring it on guys.” “No blood drawing.” George said, “I don’t want her dripping blood all over my gym, nor having scabs all over her body when she’s working out. A red butt is okay, but no blood.” I was pleased that Gorge had said that and I verbally agreed with him, making it clear that I didn’t want to lose any blood. “Also, I need people around who can whisk me away if it looks like the cops are going to intervene.” “Agreed,” Tony said, “now that we have the ground rules established, lets talk through some ideas, let’s start with the tame ones first.” “Before we all get excited about Sandra having fun in public,” Pedro said, “can we quickly talk about the website. I’m assuming that you want to make some money out of it.” “It’s not my number one priority.” I replied, “but yes, I’ve got to find a way of paying you guys for all your time.” “Good,” Pedro replied, “can I suggest a few teaser clips on the front page then the punters have to pay to see the full videos? I’ll check other similar sites and see what they are charging.” Pedro said. “What about live feeds and camgirl sessions?” I asked. “I can set that up but before each session we’d have to get permission from other nude girls at the gym.” Pedro replied. “I can do that, and if they aren’t happy I can promise to pixilate faces out, Can you do that Pedro?” “Of course,” Pedro replied, “and on a similar vein, George, are you happy for your villa to be in the videos?” “I am.” George replied. “Now, onto the ideas.”Pedro said. “Hang on a minute,” Tony said, “Sandra looks like she’s a little distracted, how about us guys produce a list of ideas and discuss the practicalities of each one whilst Sandra goes and starts work.” Whilst he was doing that I felt one of Tony’s hands go between my legs and one of the fingers enter me. Then he continued, “Her mind appears to be on getting finger fucked so Sandra, SANDRA, we’ll produce a list then we’ll go through it with you, is that okay?” “Yes, you do that guys, unless you 3 want to make me cum right here.” “Go Sandra, tell Lucy that I said she has to teach you the ropes.” Tony said. I quickly got to me feet and went over to Lucy who took me to the bar to get another tray of drinks and whist we waited she quickly explained how things worked, adding, “Keep your skirt on and stay on your feet. Any hassle and you stick your arm in the air. A bouncer will be with you in seconds.” “You grab that tray of drinks and I’ll walk with you to the table.” I went between 2 guys and bent forwards as I put the tray on the table and said, “Now guys, who wants what?” They all shouted the name of their drink to which I replied, “One at a time please guys, I can’t cope with all of you at once, well not here in the club.” By then I’d felt hands sliding up both my inner thighs, one being faster than the other and getting to my dripping pussy first. I looked to the guy to my left, me being pretty sure that it was his fingers that were inside me, and said, “What was your drink sir?” “A pint of pussy juice please luv.” “Sorry sir,” I replied, I didn’t see that name on any of the pumps, does it only come in bottles?” “Neither did I,” the man said, “but if you stay there for much longer it might come in handfuls.” He was right, and I was feeling like he might just get a handful quite soon. I took a pint of beer off the tray and put it in front of him then I picked up the tray and backed away, forcing the hands to unattach themselves from me. I moved around the table a bit and repeated my actions only to have one of the guys say, “That’s one hell of a pair of tits that you’ve got there girly, the last time I saw little pointy tits like that was on young girls, are you old enough to be working here?” “I am sir.” I replied, and then immediately gasped as a hand shot up my inner thighs and the finger invaded my pussy quite hard. I looked behind me and saw Lucy grinning. Turning back I bent over a little to hand out some drinks knowing that both Lucy and the guys on the table behind me could see my butt and pussy. I was really enjoying the job. And so it went on, more finger fucking and comments about my tiny, pointed tits, until I had handed out all the drinks. I backed away and went to Lucy who said, “Fun isn’t it, did any of them make you cum?” “No, each time I got close I backed away.” I replied. “Don’t worry about cumming, just so long as you don’t scream your head off. If you do a bounce may run over to find out if you are getting assaulted.” “Well I was but I sure as hell wasn’t complaining.” I replied. “Okay, you cracked that part just fine, that table over there looks like they are ready to order some more drinks. Grab a pad and pen from the bar and go and ask them what you can do for them.” “Did you mean to say ‘do for them’ Lucy?” “Sorry Sandra, we’re supposed to say ‘get for you’ but I keep forgetting and say ‘do for you.’ Some notice and ask me to do things for them like rub one out for them or suck their cocks but I just ignore them.” “You just like the dirty talk don’t you Lucy?” “Guilty, but I bet that will be the same.” “Probably.” I went over to the table, stood between 2 of the guys with my feet well apart and asked the guy on my right if there was anything that I could do for him. He turned and looked at me, his eyes being so close to my tits and as his left hand slid up my inner thigh he replied, “Wow, very impressive, what’s your name?” “Suzie sir,” I replied. “can I get you anything?” “Breakfast, tomorrow morning in my hotel room, right after we’ve spent the night making passionate love.” “Inviting though it is sir, I was referring to drinks.” “Your pussy feels like it needs someone to drink it dry Suzie.” “You’re not supposed to be touching me sir. Would you like me to get you another drink sir?” The guy gave me his order, then instead of looking at one of the other guys and asking them if I could get them a drink, I stepped back and moved to the other side of the guy on my left and stood the same way before asking him if I could get him another drink. His left hand slid up my inner thigh and the fingers quickly filled the gap left by the previous guy. And so it went on until I had a drinks order from each guys. I turned and headed back to the bar only for Lucy to say, “Well that’s one way of getting their orders.” “And the fingers of each guy.” I added. “True, but if we’re busy you need to do it a bit quicker than that.” “Quality not quantity then?” “Only when we’re busy.” Lucy replied then added. “You don’t need any more lessons Sandra, I’ll be around if you need to ask me anything.” I enjoyed myself getting fingered by lots of guys for what seemed like 30 minutes or so but when George came over and told that I’d been at it for over 3 hours I was quite surprised. “Leave that Sandra,” George said, “come over to the guys, we’ve got a list of movies for you to review.” I went over to the table and sat between George and Pablo who had his laptop open. “Right Sandra, we’ve sorted the ideas into ‘tame’ down to true porn. We don’t have to do all these in this order but we should do the first couple first just to get into the swing of it, okay?” “Sure, sounds sensible. What’s the first one?! “I’ll read them out then we’ll all expand on the idea.” Pablo said. “Body painting.” Pablo said. Tony then told me that he had a friend who is a tattoo artist but is also brilliant at air brush body painting. He’d seen some of his work before and he was 100 percent sure that he could paint a top and some shorts on you that would look very realistic until you got to a metre or so from you. They’d be in some sort of thin paint that I’m told you can’t feel and it would stay on you for a couple of days.” “So I could walk around the centre of Ibiza town in the middle of the day totally naked?” I asked. “Exactly, and we’d have a camera crew following you.” “Sounds good to me,” I replied, “how often can he paint me?” “Let’s do it once and the other things on the list then go back for a second visits.” George said. “Naked Shopping.” Pablo said. In John and Mary’s department store. They’ve already agreed to it, it’s just a case of picking a date and time. “Two winners.” I replied. “Naked Shop Sales Assistant.” Pablo said. Again in John and Mary’s department store. They’ve already agreed to this as well, it’s just a case of picking a date and time. Mary will keep you hidden and select the ‘victims’ then push you out to serve them. “Walking around remote village.” Pablo said. There are a number of villages on the island that the tourists seem to like wandering around and during the heat of the day the locals tend to stay in their houses so we thought you could wander around giving the tourists a pleasant surprise Sandra. “I like that, it always makes my pussy tingle when I surprise someone like that. That’s 4 winners so far, keep going.” “A Bus ride.” Pablo said. “The local buses because the express buses are coaches and the seats are much bigger.” “Yes,” Tony said, “there’s quite a few options here, from you getting a sarong caught on something as you move down the aisle of the bus leaving you naked and ‘shocked’, to sitting near the front with one of those amazing tits out, to standing on a crowded bus and letting the people sat either side of you see your assets. We’d have small hidden cameras on the bus with our people recording you.” “How many winners is that so far?” I asked. “Five.” Tony replied. “Nipple jewellery.” Pedro said, “George tells me that you saw some nipple jewellery that you liked in a little shop when you were wandering around one night. We’d like to video you dropping your dress and trying some jewellery with people wandering by.” “Good.” I said, “I want some new jewellery for my piercings, but not little bells, maybe chains, my tits don’t bounce around enough for bells.” “I’m sure that you’ll find something that you like.” George added, “Wet T-shirt competitions.” Pedro said, “With a body like yours Sandra, we’re sure that you’d win anyway but we’d like you to finish your turn on your spread knees rubbing one out for the audience. Tony here says that you can get away with doing it occasionally, just not every night and not more than once per night. What do you think Sandra?” “Yeah, I’m up for that.” “We could include clips of the other competitors to make you look even better.” Pedro added. “She can’t look ‘even better’ than perfect,” Tony said. “Technically we’d need written permission from the other competitors to video them but I’m sure that we can ignore that law occasionally.” “Nude pole dancing.” Pedro said, “Hang on a minute.” I interrupted, “I don’t know how to pole dance.” “But you can learn Sandra,” Tony said, “I get a teacher in occasionally to teach the new girls, and you are now one of my new girls.” “Will I have to wear something to learn?” I asked. “No,” Tony replied, “she’s a woman of the world and the thongs that the girls wear often disappear between their pussy lips so it won’t be a problem.” “Ten Pin Bowling.” Pedro said, “I know the owner of one of the bowling alleys and I just know that he’d love to have a beautiful, naked girl like you playing in one of his lanes. The place isn’t very big but you’d certainly increase his takings if you were to play there occasionally. “Jeez, I haven’t been ten pin bowling since I was at school,” I said, “and I wasn’t very good at it.” “That doesn’t matter Sandra,” George said, “you wouldn’t be there to score strikes but you may want to score with some of the other players.” “George, are you saying that I’m an easy lay?” “Not at all Sandra, but you certainly are a pleasurable lay. What’s next on the list Pedro?” “Videoing your gym workouts.” Pedro said, “You’ve videoed one already.” I interrupted. “True,” George replied, “but that was a ‘hands off’ workout, we are thinking more of a joint workout with your toys getting a workout as well.” “I like that idea but what about your licence George?” “We can do it on a usually quiet afternoon with a few selected customers there.” “Ones that I can fuck?” “If you want.” “You do realise that after that workout every one after it will seem tame.” I said. “True, but think about the memories that you’ll have each time that you do an exercise and remember doing it with a dildo sticking out of your cunt.” “True, in fact those thoughts will probably give me a few orgasms while the customers watch me and the girls.” “Medical examination.” Pedro said, “I know a doctor who works at a clinic where they help women who find it difficult to orgasm.” “Poor things.” I interrupted. “Quite,” Pedro continued, “if I were to arrange an appointment for you Sandra, and he wants to physically examine you, could you deny yourself the pleasure so that he gives you the medication that will help you cum?” “Wow, that’s asking a lot but I’m sure that George could help me practice. Hang on a minute, this medication, if it’s taken by a woman who already cums a lot will it make her cum easier and even more often?” “I believe so.” Pedro replied. “Well my benefits friend,” I said to George, “it looks like you and I have a lot of practising to do, fix it up please Pedro.” “Fiestas and Festivals.” Pedro said, “Now I know that it’s the wrong time of the year for most of these, especially in Ibiza town but there is one coming up in a village where they celebrate the youth of the day. The teenagers put on all sorts of fancy dress and parade through the village. I’m sure that we could come up with some outfit that showed-off your assets Sandra.” “You mean like a headdress?” I replied. “Something like that.” George said. “Then when the Fiesta season really starts next spring we can look at each one and decide if we can get you on display somehow, maybe in the stocks on the back of a lorry or something.” Pedro said. “Would Andy be able to spank me as the lorry drove along the route?” I asked. “I’m sure that there will be places along the route where he, or anyone else could do that.” Pedro said. “That would be cool, strangers coming and spanking my bare butt or playing with my tits.” “Hey,” George said, “just had another idea, a Medieval punishment display. We could rent an empty shop or something, put a few torture machines in there and run demonstrations with Sandra as the ‘victim’.“ “I hope that you’re not planning on torturing me mate!” “No, no, we call it a Medieval Torture Chamber but it’s really a BDSM display with you getting strung up and spanked or fucked by machines Sandra, how’s your acting skills? Could you pretend to be an innocent medieval witch? You’d make a great one that gets stripped and tortured. We could include some of the machines that I have in my garage, I knew that I’d find a use for them sometime.” “This is sounding really good,” I said, “what do you think Tony, Pedro?” “Great idea for a movie.” Pedro replied. “I like it.” Tony said, “what about that big room that’s at the back of your gym George?” “Idiot,” George said, “no not you lot, me, why didn’t I think of that room, it would be ideal. We could keep it all under the radar inviting gym customers and friends. That way we’d be invisible to the authorities.” “I’ve added it to the list. Moving on to the more, err, ‘interesting’ scenarios,” Pedro said, “Schoolgirl spanking.” “I have a friend who runs a small school. It’s out in the hills but I’m sure that he’d let us use it on a weekend, You could be a naughty schoolgirl who has to attend school naked and then gets spanked and fucked by the teacher in front of the other pupils.” “You’d need some other boys and girls in the class, where can you get them from?” I asked. “My younger brother goes to college and I’m sure that he could get some of his mates to be the extras.” “Could some of those ‘extras’ fuck me as well, a gang-bang at break time or something?” “A gang-bang in the playground?” Tony said, “I like that, if this school has any climbing frames or other play equipment we could maybe make use of that, have to have a look first.” “You’re getting me all wet just thinking about it.” I said. “I never got spanked at home nor at school so I’m really looking forward to it, especially if I can get spanked laying on my back on a school desk with my legs up in the air, and with unknown guys and girls watching.” “I’ll see what we can arrange, I wonder how good Andy will be at acting the role of a teacher?” “Late home from school.” Pedro said. “Another spanking one.” “We were thinking of you dressed as an innocent schoolgirl again Sandra, and going home to a cottage up in the hills where you live with your grandfather and he makes you strip then spanks you.” “I like it, but where are you getting the old man and the cottage from?” “Don’t you worry your sweet little pussy about that Sandra, I’m sure that I can find a dozen old farmers living on their own out in the countryside who would be only too willing to help.” “Good, I can’t wait.” I replied. “Will he finger me and fuck me as well?” “I’m sure that we can arrange that for you.” “Tied up in a barn.” Pedro said. “You mean like hanging from rafters by my wrists or ankles?” I asked. “That as well,” Pedro replied. “If we can find the right old farmer for the spanking he’ll have a barn that we can use to string you up then get a dominant looking man to spank and sexually abuse you. Make it look like a Master is training his Sub.” “You could get him to lead me around by a collar and leash on my hands and knees outside as well.” I suggested. “Yes,” George said, “and I’m sure that we can think of a few more things before we actually do it.” “Hitch hiking after you car breaks-down.” Pedro said. “You get picked-up by a van driver and taken to some deserted place, stripped, fucked then dumped in the middle of nowhere.” “Another pretend rape scenario.” I said. “Yes, and we have a few more of those,” George added. “Sunbathing on a deserted beach.” Pedro said, “I know of a few, small, difficult to get to beaches that we could use. You’d be there sunbathing on your own and 2 or 3 young men would arrive and use and abuse your body Sandra.” “I love these so called rape scenarios. Make it 4 guys and they can really gang-bang me.” “Tied spread eagle to trees alongside a popular walking trail.” Pedro said. “There are lots of hiking trails on Ibiza and you’d be surprised how well they get used.” “Lots of amazing views as well.” George added. “We’d tie you spread eagle and hang a card round your neck inviting walkers fuck you. You’d have a blindfold on so you wouldn’t be able to see who does what to you.” Tony said. “You would leave a box of condoms at my feet and the card would tell whoever to use them wouldn’t you?” “Of course,” Pedro said, “we can’t have our little movie star catching anything nasty, that would spoil our fun as well as yours. I also know one suitable path that is near a college and quite a few students use it as a shortcut. We’d have to wait until the end of September when the kids go back to college.” “That’s not going to be a problem with everything that you’ve told me so far.” I replied. The next thing is on a similar theme,” Pedro said, “Unconscious fucking.” “George told us about you making lots of money doing this whilst you were at university so we thought that we could recreate that for you. We wouldn’t be able to get you lots of money although we do know a few dignitaries here on the island who may wish to avail themselves of an attractive, naked rag doll. If you are happy for us to make enquiries we’ll start asking around?” “Hell yes, I’m assuming that you wouldn’t video the dignitaries, well not openly. I have to tell you that I’m not into blackmailing anyone and if you do video any of them I’m assuming that none of you would try to blackmail them?” “Don’t worry Sandra, if we can get anyone to pay upfront to fuck you that would be the end of the money side of things, we’re honest people too.” “Good, I wouldn’t want to be involved in anything seedy.” I replied George giggled a little the Pedro continued, “And finally, until we think of more scenarios,” “BDSM.” There’s quite an active BDSM scene here on the island, if you know how to find it, and I know someone who does know. Apparently there’s a rich farmer out on the hills who holds regular meets, if that’s what you call them, sometimes days long. If you want Sandra I can make enquiries to see if I can get you invited. Could you pretend to be her Master George?” “think that I could pull that off.” George replied. “Would you be able to video everything that happens to me?” I asked. “I don’t know, that would have to be part of the enquiries, but are you interested Sandra?” “Hell yes, the usual ‘no blood’ or permanent damage, rules apply, but yes, that sounds like great fun. Do they take girls to cafes or bars and humiliate them in front of lots of strangers?” I asked. “Not sure,” Pedro replied, “but I have heard rumours.” “Wow,” George said, “I haven’t heard any such rumours.” “I did once,” Tony added, “but when I tried to find out more I got nowhere. I guess that I don’t have the same contacts as you do Pedro.” “The advantage of growing up on the island I guess.” Pedro replied. “Well Sandra.” George said, “that’s all the ideas that we’ve got so far and if we can organise even half of them it will be enough to put on your website and they should make you a lot of money.” “Make US a lot of money guys, you’re doing all the work organising things so we split the money equally right?” The 3 of them agreed then I asked, “What about my naked workouts, I can’t let the punters down?” “We’ll work on that,” George said, “maybe approach Lucy.” “I’m sure that she could handle that, and enjoy it.” Tony said. “There’s Catalina and her little sister Mila as well,” George continued, “it sounds like Mila will be stripping off quite soon and she may have some friends that would like free workouts.” “If they are lookers send them to me as well mate.” Tony said. “The punters here like a variety of pussies to get their fingers in to.” “Wow guys,” I said, “I’m amazed that you would do all this for me, I guess that I’m not going to find the time to write about my life for quite a while.

Saturday Night School byjessica_tang_vonharper© Saturday Night School Ch. 12 Michelle gets excited by being filmed. Charlie called Michelle the next day. She picked up and immediately started talking. "Charlie, I've been thinking about it, and it's so wrong that you came to spy on me last night. Like, what did you think I was doing?" "Come over," he said. "What?" "Come to my house." "Is your mom there?" "Yeah. She's here now, but she'll probably go out later. Come over and let's talk in person." So Michelle came over, and although she spent a little over four hours at his house that Sunday, they didn't say a single word to each other about the previous evening. Neither of them seemed inclined to discuss it. In Charlie's mind, the event had become another secret rendezvous, similar to their midnight encounter in the Macy's parking lot, something that felt too much like a dream to be analyzed in the daylight. He suspected that Michelle felt the same way. They ate waffles. They lounged on the couch watching old movies on the TV. Around two o'clock, Mrs. Tucker went out to do some shopping, and Michelle was naked less than a minute after she left. They had sex in the backyard, and Michelle gazed up at the sky the entire time. While she rinsed off in the upstairs shower, Charlie sat by himself on the couch, flipping through the channels on the TV. He paused on one of the HBO channels and watched a bit of the movie in progress: a quartet of attractive twenty-something men walked through what appeared to be a street festival. They jostled through crowds of people, but had no trouble carrying on their conversation as they walked, talking about the fun they were going to have. One of the men caught site of a pretty woman walking on the other side of the street; their eyes met, and she smiled at him, but the flow of the crowd pulled her away. He stretched up, trying to see her over the throng, but she was gone. Presumably, he would run into her again later in the movie. It seemed like a scene that would set up a later encounter. Charlie never found out. He heard Michelle coming down the stairs and he changed the channel, still looking for something for them to watch. Michelle was fully dressed when she appeared, and she stood next to the couch without sitting. "Charlie, I should go." "Now?" "Yeah. I need to head home." Charlie stood. "Okay. I'll walk you to your car." "All right." It wasn't a far walk this time; Michelle's car was parked right in front of his house. It was odd to see it sitting right there. Every other time she had come by, Michelle had parked a block away, on a dark side street, and when it came time to say goodbye, they did it in the darkness, with Michelle wearing next to nothing. This would be a first: bright daylight, and Michelle fully dressed. Charlie glanced at her as they walked along the front path towards the sidewalk. "Can I ask you something?" "Okay." "Your parents. Do they know you're here?" "Yeah. Mostly." "Mostly? What does that mean?" "Well... I don't tell them everything." She stopped and looked at him. "They know that I'm in a student film you're working on. They know that I'm with you right now. I told them I needed to meet with you, to talk about the movie. I didn't tell them I was going to your house, and I'm not going to tell them what we did here. Obviously, we haven't been talking about the movie, have we?" "No." "And I'm not going to tell them we just had sex in your backyard. I mean, that makes sense, right?" "Right." He watched her while she searched for her car keys in her purse. "I just wondered if they knew about me." She paused her search and looked up at him. "Well, they know I'm spending time lately with a boy named Charlie," she said. "And I think they strongly suspect that I like that boy Charlie. But they're not pressuring me for information. They're going to wait for me to tell them." "Okay." She smiled. "You have to trust me when I say this: you should be in no hurry to involve my family in this thing of ours. My parents are super nosy and my sisters are worse. They're going to want to know everything about you. Everything about us. How we met, what we do when we go out. I don't know if we're ready for that kind of interrogation yet." Charlie nodded thoughtfully as he considered facing her parents and answering their questions. How did you meet our daughter? At school, while she was walking through the hallways naked. What do you do when you take our daughter out? I usually strip her naked. In public. Then I have sex with her. Who am I? I'm the bad guy. The guy you don't want her to date. "Here they are." Michelle held up her car keys. She stepped forward and gave Charlie a quick peck on the lips. "Bye!" "That wasn't much of a kiss." She shrugged. "Your mom might come home. I don't want her to see me giving you one of those Greenholt Gardens kisses in front of her house. Probably not a good idea." She grinned and started to walk around her car to the driver's side door. A thought came into Charlie's head and he voiced it without thinking. "If I asked you to take off all your clothes right now, would you do it?" The question froze her. She turned back towards him, clearly shocked. Her eyes were wide and her mouth quivered She spoke softly, "Are you asking me?" His question was answered. Yes, she would take off all her clothes. Not only that, but she was on the verge of doing it, maybe seconds away from doing it, just because he had suggested the possibility. A moment ago, she had been reluctant to give him a long kiss for fear that his mom might see. Now, suddenly, she was ready to strip completely naked in the middle of the road. "No," he said quickly. "Keep your clothes on. It was just a question that popped into my head." She looked relieved but the tension didn't leave her. His question had given her a jolt. She looked down, squeezing her keys in her fingers. "I'm sorry," he said. "I shouldn't have asked. That was rude." "It's okay." She raised her eyes. "Charlie... you know I trust you so much. You're the only one who knows my secret. The keeper of my secret." Her eyes begged him to understand the meaning of her words. "I've given the key to you. Because I don't trust myself with the key. I know I can't control myself. I know it and you know it, too. I can't make good decisions. I'm too addicted to this secret of mine. But I trust you. I trust you to know when the time is right, for me to let go. You understand what I'm saying, don't you?" "Yes," he said. But he didn't really understand. "Bye, Charlie. I'll see you in school." She got into her car and closed the door. He watched her drive away, her red car glinting in the light of the sun, a cloudless blue sky above. He remembered how she looked up at the sky while they had sex, as if that was the way she always wanted it to be. As if she was meant to make love without walls, without a ceiling, out in the open air, completely free. *** He ran into Ronni and Jennifer in school the next day, just outside the library. "Hey!" Jennifer greeted him. "How'd it go over the weekend? Did the disguise work?" "Yeah, it worked. Thanks again." Jennifer eyed him critically. "Your face looks red. You ripped the beard right off, didn't you?" She shook her head in disapproval. "You know better than that. What happened with your girlfriend? Did you catch her in the act?" "No. She caught me," he said. "The disguise worked, she didn't recognize me. But my phone rang, and she recognized the ring. She knew it was me." "Oh, no! What did she say? Was she mad?" "Yeah. I don't blame her. In retrospect, it was a stupid thing to do, spying on her like that." Jennifer laughed. "I guess so!" "You didn't do any work on your movie yesterday?" Ronni asked. "No," Charlie said. He had planned to drop by the school to do some editing, but then he invited Michelle over instead. "Maybe I'll stay after school today and do some work on it." "I came by the school yesterday," Ronni said. "I thought you would be editing. Because Wednesday is our last filming day, right?" "Yeah. Wednesday. You came to the school yesterday?" "Uh huh. I thought you would be here. It's all right. I'm free after school, I can join you in the editing bay." "Okay." "We need to have our list of shots ready. Wednesday's probably going to be our last chance. So we should prepare as much as we can before then." "You're right," Charlie said. "I'm curious to see your film," Jennifer said. "Will you show it to me when it's done?" Charlie nodded. "Sure." Jennifer laughed. Everything made Jennifer Addish laugh. Charlie stopped by the bathroom on the way to his next class and checked his face. He could see a streak of red running across his chin, but it wasn't too obvious. Jennifer just had sharp eyes. Anyone who noticed the redness would just assume he had spent too long in the sun over the weekend. When he came out of the bathroom, the hall was nearly empty. He checked his phone and saw that he had two minutes to get to class. It was Euro Lit, and Ms. Landers wasn't strict about tardiness, but he still increased his pace. He didn't want to walk in too late. When he turned the corner, he was surprised to see Vampire Vanessa at the other end of the hall. She was alone, walking down the middle of the hallway towards him. She wore a red dress and black boots that came to her knees. Their eyes met, and he felt a sudden surge of apprehension. They were going to walk right by each other. Should he say hello? Vanessa was Michelle's best friend; he couldn't act as if he didn't know her. As they approached each other, Charlie said, "Hi, Vanessa." He half-expected her to walk right by him without saying anything in return. Instead, she stopped right in front of him. "Hi, Charlie," she said. "Did you have a good weekend?" He was surprised. She wanted to have a conversation? The bell was about to ring. But she gazed at him as if she had all the time in the world. He had to admit that she intimidated him. Apart from being very attractive, she was also very confident. She was the kind of person who could walk up to a complete stranger and talk to them without feeling at all awkward about it. "Yeah," he said. "It was good." "I saw a movie," she said. "With Michelle, Saturday night. 'Night Crew'. Have you seen it?" "No." Now the hall was empty, except for Vanessa and himself. "I heard it's bad," he said. "It is. It's bad. Did Michelle tell you it was bad?" Vanessa watched him, waiting for his response. The bell rang. Vanessa ignored it. Did she know something? "No," Charlie said. "I just heard the reviews were bad." Vanessa nodded. After a moment, she said, "There's a party this weekend." "Really?" "Yes. Glenn Mack is throwing a party at his house. Should be fun. He throws good parties." "Oh. Okay." "He's throwing a party because he hopes Michelle will come," Vanessa said. "That's what I heard. Actually, I heard it's the only reason he's throwing a party. So Michelle will come." "Really?" Charlie had been trying to keep an expression of indifference on his face, but he knew he let it slip when he heard this information. "Who said that? Cody?" "Yes. That's who told me." Vanessa tilted her head. Her eyes were dark brown; they looked almost completely black. "You should come to the party, Charlie. It'll be fun." She let her hand rest briefly on his shoulder as she passed him. The heels of her boots tapped on the floor, moving away. Charlie was already brooding over the news. He felt like an outsider, trapped on the perimeter while another man made moves on the woman he loved. It was the movie theater all over again. He could go to the party, but what would he do there? Stand awkwardly to the side, watching while Michelle interacted with Glenn? Or aggressively hang on Michelle, wherever she went, and do his best to ruin any hope Glenn had of a relationship with Michelle? The second option sounded good. Charlie checked his phone. He was eight minutes late, and Ms. Landers relaxed attitude towards tardiness only went so far. He hurried down the hall. *** "Vanessa said that?" Charlie sat in his car, his phone pressed to his ear. "Yeah. Did you know about this party?" "She knows about us." Michelle's voice was subdued. "Can you tell me again what she said? Like, word for word?" "I don't know if I can remember," Charlie said, but he tried anyway. After he was done, he asked, "Is that what you're doing Saturday? You're going to the party?" "I don't know. Probably." She paused. "Do you want to go?" No, he thought. To her, he said, "You mean, go with you? Together?" "No," she said. "You go in disguise. Wear a fake beard. Then I'll sneak over to you at some point for some sex." "You're joking." She giggled. "Of course I am! Just show up, Charlie. I'll be there while you're there. I'll leave when you want to leave." "But not together." "That's up to you, Charlie. I'll be there with Vanessa and my other friends from cheerleading. If you want to talk to me, come talk to me. If you want me to be with you, then come and get me." "Vanessa said that Glenn is just throwing a party so he can be with you," Charlie said. "That's literally the only reason he's throwing it. To hit on you. Maybe it's not a good idea for you to go? He might get the wrong idea if you're there?" "My friends are going to be there," Michelle said. "A lot of people will be there. I don't think he's throwing the party just for me." "Vanessa said he was." "She said that's what Cody told her. It doesn't mean it's true." "So what if it is? What if he comes over to you?" "Charlie..." Michelle spoke in a low voice. "Last week, I told you that you could go out with Ronni if you wanted to. Instead, you put on a disguise and went to the same movie theater I was at, so you could spy on me. Remember? And I was sitting there, and Glenn was sitting right next to me. I could've stayed with him. You know what I did? I snuck away to be with you. Do you see what I'm saying?" "Not really..." "You picked me and I picked you. So don't worry about Glenn." Charlie frowned. She told him he shouldn't worry about Glenn, but it was less than a week before that she had implied she would probably be with Glenn if Charlie hadn't entered her life. She had told him to ask Ronni on a date... Ronni! "Ah, damn it!" he swore. "What?" "I forgot I said I would do some work on the movie after school. Ronni said she would come by the editing bay and help. We're trying to get as much done as possible before Wednesday." "Oh, you better go then." "You're still good with Wednesday, right?" "Of course. That's the last day, right? You'll be done with the filming?" "I think so." "Awesome," she said. "I can't wait to see it when it's done." After disconnecting the call, Charlie got out of his car and took his usual route through the green door to the school. He found Ronni waiting for him in the editing bay. She had already opened the editing software and was organizing their footage. "Hey," he said, out of breath. "Sorry I'm late. I was out in my car. My mom called me." "It's all right," Ronni said. "You're not that late." Charlie sat down next to her. He wasn't sure why he had concealed the fact that he'd just been talking to Michelle. The lie had come easily and he didn't question it. *** Michelle brought several outfits to Greenholt Gardens on Wednesday. They planned to film the final scene in the script, and Michelle's character Gwen would complete the transformation that had been occurring throughout the film, where her outfits shifted from dark and conservative in the beginning to bright and provocative at the end. Michelle had easily selected the previous dresses that she wore in the film, but for the final dress, she had trouble making up her mind. Charlie watched as Michelle held each dress in front of her. "This one? Or this one? Or this pink one? Were you thinking the last dress would be pink?" Some of the dresses she held up looked like they would barely fit her. Charlie consulted with Ronni, and they decided on a sleeveless dress with a bright floral print. Michelle went off to change. Darren and Kim arrived while she was gone, and they walked to the day's filming spot, an area with tables and chairs near the Japanese Garden. After a few minutes, Nick arrived escorting Michelle. Charlie couldn't help watching her as she arrived. The dress was shorter and tighter than he expected, clinging to her curves and displaying her long legs. When he turned towards his actors, he could see Darren was also watching Michelle's arrival with appreciation. "Beautiful dress," Kim commented. "Looks great on you, Michelle." "Thanks." Michelle smiled and looked down. Their admiration was making her shy. "We need to start," Ronni reminded Charlie. "We don't have a lot of time." "Right," Charlie agreed. "Everyone in your place. We'll start with the wide shot." Charlie went behind the camera and started recording. He signaled the actors to start the scene. The screen on the camera displayed what was being recorded. Darren on one side, Kim on the other, and between them, Michelle. Michelle in her tight flower dress, with her coy smile. She was meant to represent the secret love between the other two characters. The way the light glowed behind her, she looked like she had a halo. Charlie felt more and more anxious as they went through their shot list. This was probably going to be their last chance to get any footage for the film, and wanted to get everything they needed. "That dress really catches the light," he murmured to Ronni while he focused the camera on Michelle. "Look at the way the colors pop on the screen. She's going to dominate the whole scene. Max and Ingrid are going to look like they were filmed in black and white compared to Michelle." He had written the film as a ploy to have Michelle walk naked through these gardens. But now, on the last day of filming, he really started to feel like the movie might be something worthwhile. Something he could show to the film professors at Jefferson University, something they would appreciate. Maybe even something he could enter into short film festivals. "We have a lot to do," Ronni kept reminding him. "Don't fixate on one shot." But when Charlie focused the camera on Michelle, he knew that he wanted her to look perfect on the screen. He wanted her to look like a star. Eventually, Darren spoke up. "Fifteen minutes left," he said. "Do you have everything you need, Charlie?" "Just fifteen minutes?" Charlie checked the clock and saw that Darren was right. The time had flown by. "I can't stay longer than that," Darren said. "Not tonight." "Same here," Kim said. "I have plans." Charlie looked at Ronni. "Fifteen minutes. I don't know. We've got footage for every shot on our list. Is there anything we need to redo? Or should we shoot from another angle? Any thoughts?" Ronni considered his question. Her eyes moved to Michelle and she studied the pretty cheerleader for a moment. "Yes," she said. "Maybe there's another way we can try the scene. What if we film it the way it was originally written?" "What?" Charlie was confused. "Michelle," Ronni said, "let's run the scene again, but how about this time, we try it without the dress? Actually, would you mind doing the scene completely nude?" She said it so casually that Charlie could see the surprise bloom on Darren and Kim's faces as they realized what she had just suggested. Michelle's reaction was more immediate; she looked like she'd just been electrocuted. She stared up at Ronni with her mouth open, completely stunned. "Ronni," Charlie spoke sharply. "Don't." He stood up straight, almost knocking over the camera as he did it. Didn't Ronni understand where they were? Who they were with? Darren and Kim weren't part of the trusted circle, and they never would be. Ronni ignored him, focusing on Michelle. Still casual, she asked, "What do you think, Michelle? Can you take off your clothes and we'll try to run it that way?" Michelle blinked. She glanced quickly at Charlie, then turned back to Ronni, who was gazing steadily at her. "Everything?" she asked. "Yes," Ronni said. "Everything." "Okay." Michelle nodded. Darren gaped at her. "Did she say okay?" "Yes." Michelle nodded towards Charlie, as if he had been the one to suggest it. "If you want to run it that way... if you think it could be good... that's fine. I'll do it." "No way," Darren breathed. Kim looked around as if she thought it was a prank. "Michelle," Charlie said quickly. "That's all right. Keep your clothes on. This isn't supposed to be a nude scene." But Ronni had already pulled out a blue duffel bag, a bag identical to the one from the week before, and she placed it on the table in front of Michelle. Charlie knew that he no longer had any way to stop this. Michelle stood, and he could see the tremble in her hands as she reached for the bottom of her flower dress. She was already feeling the rush of anticipation surging through her and he knew she was helpless to resist it. Her eyes darted between Darren and Kim as she hiked her dress up, revealing tiny black panties barely clinging to her hips. She peeled the dress up her body and pulled it over her head. Her bra was barely there, a sheer black wisp of a thing that didn't even cover her nipples. As she folded her dress to put it in the bag, she glanced at Darren and Kim, but neither of them was looking at her face. Darren was mesmerized by the sight of her nipples, and he gazed at her breasts with unconcealed interest. I need to stop this, Charlie thought. He tried to recall the way Michelle had appeared when she asked him to remove the nude scene, the discomfort she expressed at being naked in front of the two other actors. The fear that they might spread the story of her nudity around the school. He remembered her words from the previous Sunday: "I've given the key to you," she had said. "Because I don't trust myself with the key. I know I can't control myself." She trusted him to be the one to set limits on her exhibitionistic behavior. And he was failing her. Michelle undid a clasp at the front of her bra and the fabric fell away from her breasts, exposing them completely. Her pale skin glowed in the artificial light, her nipples like hard buttons. She avoided looking at the circle of watchers as she placed her bra in the bag. Those flimsy black panties, now the last thing she wore, and she slid them down her legs without any hesitation. She put her panties with the rest of her clothes in the bag. Naked. She was completely naked. All because of Ronni. Charlie had trusted Ronni with Michelle's secret, and Ronni was exploiting it to humiliate Michelle. Just like the first day at Greenholt Gardens, the day that Ronni insisted Michelle be naked when she met Nick. "Are we really doing this?" Kim asked. "Are we really running the scene with her nude?" Ronni pulled the bag off the table. "Yes, we are," she said. Michelle sat down in her chair. Darren couldn't stop looking at her. "Are you cold?" he asked, then laughed before she could answer. "Wow, Michelle. I knew you had a body. But damn. You really do have a body." Michelle's hands went down to rest on her bare legs. Her fingers nervously traced lines on her upper thighs. "Thanks," she murmured. Charlie clinched his jaw. He couldn't stop what was happening, not anymore. He would only further humiliate Michelle if he tried. She had been asked to strip nude for the film, and she had complied. Later, she could claim that she did it out of a sense of obligation towards the film, or because of an unyielding faith in the artistic vision of the director and producer. If he pushed her to put her clothes back on, he would be making it clear to everyone that she had stripped of her own accord. No, she was already naked; he might as well use the opportunity. "We'll try it this way," he said. "Are you sure you're comfortable, Michelle?" "I am a little cold," she said. "But I'm fine." "Then let's run through the scene." Charlie aimed the camera. "Just remember, Max and Ingrid, you don't notice anything odd about her nudity. Just go along with it." He looked through the viewfinder, and it was like he looked through a stranger's eyes, seeing the tableau in front of him as if he had unexpectedly come across it. Darren as Max on the left, Kim as Ingrid on the right, both of them dressed for an elegant luncheon, and between them, Michelle, completely naked. The image struck him as extremely erotic. Her nudity was shocking, a complete contradiction to the rest of the scene. The light radiated from Michelle's skin, glowing against the darkness, and the way that she sat, the curve of her breasts turned slightly towards Darren, conveyed a level of intimacy that felt perverse. It was a man and a woman, sitting together, and between them, a naked woman submissively offering herself to the camera. "Action," Charlie said, and started the camera recording. He had to give credit to Darren and Kim. Both of them delivered their lines clearly and in character, showing no signs of being distracted by Michelle's nudity. Charlie wished he could say the same for himself. He stared at Michelle through the viewfinder, both aroused and distressed by her appearance. They had broken the unbreakable rule, exposing Michelle in front of the other actors, putting her in a situation where her secret could spread through the school. What had Ronni been thinking? He kept the camera recording, even though he knew that none of this would make it into the final edited movie. The script didn't have a nude scene; he had taken it out, and he had taken it out for a reason. He would destroy this footage, record over it later. Why would Ronni ask Michelle to run the scene this way? Was there any possible reason, other than to humiliate Michelle in front of the other actors? When he thought about it, this was the third time Ronni had asked Michelle to strip, and Michelle had complied each time. Michelle had been naked in front of Ronni lots of times. Charlie wasn't the only one with the key to unlock Michelle's secret fetish. Apparently, Ronni had the key, too. And she had shown she couldn't be trusted with it. Darren messed up a line. They restarted the scene. Charlie could see that Michelle was getting turned on, and he prayed that no one else could tell. He could see it in the way she sat, the way she anxiously ran her fingers through her hair, the way she touched her upper thighs. He could see Darren's eyes peeking down between Michelle's legs, and he could see Michelle carelessly sitting with her legs apart, giving Darren a clear view of her most private part. Those last fifteen minutes couldn't pass fast enough. Charlie stopped everyone right in the middle of the scene. "That's time, everyone. Let's stop. I know you guys need to leave." "I think I can stay a while longer," Darren said. "That's all right," Charlie said brusquely. "Michelle's getting cold. We have what we need. Where's her clothes?" He looked around for Ronni, finally locating her to his left. "Ronni, can you give Michelle back her clothes?" "Okay," Ronni said. "They're in a blue bag." "Where's the bag?" Charlie was struggling to control his temper. He didn't want to confront Ronni until Darren and Kim left. Ronni made a show of looking around. "I'll find it," she said, and walked away. "Should we do that scene again?" Darren asked. "I can stay a few minutes. We didn't get to finish it." Thankfully, Kim spoke up before Charlie could snap at Darren. "Sorry," she said as she stood up. "I really need to get going. I have a thing to get to." "Right," Charlie said. "Thanks, Kim. I appreciate the work you put into this." Michelle also stood. "Good night, Kim!" she said, approaching the actress. "It's been fun acting with you." She leaned forward and gave Kim a hug, and if Kim found it at all unusual to be hugged by a naked woman, she didn't show it. "Bye, Michelle," Kim said. "You did great. See you at school." Kim disappeared in the direction of the snack bar. Ronni still hadn't returned with Michelle's clothes. "I'd better go, too," Darren announced. He looked towards Michelle, who was still standing, and Charlie suspected he hoped to receive his own naked goodbye hug. Michelle didn't disappoint him. Charlie clinched his jaw as he watched Michelle approach Darren and embrace him. Darren's hands moved over her back, enjoying the opportunity to touch her soft skin. He prayed that Michelle wouldn't give Darren the same goodbye kiss that she usually gave Nick. Thankfully, she didn't. He was also glad to see that Darren's hands didn't descend far enough to sneak a feel of Michelle's bare ass, although they came close. Ronni reappeared with the blue bag and Michelle was finally able to start putting her clothes back on. Darren hesitated; he seemed like he wanted to linger and watch Michelle dress. "Hey, Darren, can you help me with these extension cords?" Charlie called out to him. "What?" Darren reluctantly pulled his attention away from the cheerleader. "Oh... sorry. I can't. Actually, I really should get going." "Oh, okay." Charlie forced a smile. "Well, thanks for agreeing to be in our film. I appreciate your time and effort." Darren shot a quick glance at Michelle, who had only managed to put on her panties. "My pleasure," he said. "Can't wait to see the finished cut." After a moment, he turned and left. Charlie waited until Darren was out of sight. Then he turned to Ronni and let his anger free. "Ronni!" he snapped. "What the fuck! What were you thinking?" Ronni looked surprised. "What?" "You knew the script we were filming! You knew we were doing the clean version because Michelle didn't want to do a nude scene! Did you think it would be funny to humiliate her? Why the fuck did you ask her to take off her clothes?" Ronni was stunned by his anger. "Charlie..." Her voice was a whisper. "Like the first day she came here, right? You told Michelle to leave her clothes in the car because you wanted to humiliate her in front of your brother. Remember? And now you go and do it to her again! Right in front of those other two, who are probably going to be blabbing about it all over school tomorrow! Why would you do such a despicable thing? What's wrong with you?" "Charlie!" Her voice was insistent. "Charlie, just listen." "What? What is it?" "It was her idea." Charlie stared. "What?" "It was Michelle's idea. We talked about it. We set it up. It was all planned." Charlie faced Michelle, who was still wearing just her black panties. She looked uncomfortable. "It was your idea?" he asked. "You knew it was going to happen?" "Yes." She nodded, embarrassed. "The whole thing," Ronni said. "Even the bag. I was supposed to misplace the bag so she would be stuck without her clothes. It was the plan." Charlie struggled to absorb this new information. For fifteen minutes, he had seethed at Ronni for what she had done to Michelle... and it had all been Michelle's idea? "Why?" he asked her. "I mean... why didn't you tell me?" Michelle shrugged and smiled. "I wanted to surprise you. I thought it would be fun." Her idea. The whole thing. Charlie replayed the evening in his mind from this new perspective. All the while they were filming, Michelle was waiting for that moment. Anticipating it. The moment when Ronni would ask her to strip in front of everyone and she would do it. Without argument, without hesitation. Strip naked in front of the other two actors, who wouldn't be expecting it; in front of Darren, who would gaze at her and want to fuck her. Charlie now understood that when Ronni asked Michelle to undress, Michelle wasn't surprised. They had planned it. Michelle wanted to be naked. She wanted it to be filmed. The lost blue bag, the naked hugs, Michelle had expected all of it. Charlie looked at Ronni. "Um... I guess I owe you an apology, then," he said. "I shouldn't have talked to you that way. I just... I didn't know." "It's fine," Ronni said curtly. But she still looked upset. Michelle and Ronni had planned it. That was the other thing that Charlie had trouble wrapping his head around. Ronni knew that Michelle was an exhibitionist, and she'd seen Michelle naked many times. But Charlie had always considered Michelle's exhibitionism as a part of his relationship with her. The whole Bonnie and Clyde thing. The whole "I've given the key to you" thing. If Ronni and Michelle were alone, and Ronni asked Michelle to strip, would Michelle do it? If Michelle went to Ronni's house, and Ronni told Michelle to leave her clothes by the door, would Michelle do it? How much control did Ronni have over Michelle anyway? "I didn't think you would be upset about it," Michelle said. "Isn't this the way you wanted the movie to be? Like your first script, where I'm nude in the last scene?" Charlie noticed she wasn't wearing panties anymore. Now that Darren was gone, she had abandoned her pretense that she was getting dressed. "You're not worried?" he asked. "That Darren and Kim will say something, and it'll get around the school?" She pushed her hair off her shoulders. "I'm a little worried," she admitted. "About Darren. I don't think Kim will say anything. But I don't know, is it really a big deal, if people hear about this? It'll just be a rumor. There's no proof. It won't be the first rumor about me to have gone through the school." "There is proof," Ronni reminded her. She pointed at the camera. "We're not going to use that footage for the film, right, Charlie?" "Um... no," he said. "No. We won't use it."
 "Then you'd better delete it," Ronni said. "Before Darren figures out how to get a hold of it." "Right." Charlie returned to the camera, which was attached to a tripod and pointing at Michelle. He pulled up the main screen and checked the library of recordings. "Wait!" Michelle burst out. "Don't delete it! I mean, not yet. Can I watch it before you delete it?" She swayed back and forth, her hands moving on her upper thighs. "I think it'll be funny. I want to see the way Darren and Kim looked at me. I think we really caught them by surprise. Didn't we?" "You did," Charlie said. "And me, too." Michelle giggled. "Can I watch it?" "Now?" "Um... before you delete it." She looked around the dark garden. "It doesn't have to be now, I guess." Charlie noticed that the camera was still pointing at Michelle. "Since we're just going to delete it later, how about if we keep filming?" he suggested. "Behind-the-scenes footage. Putting away the gear after we've finished for the day." He pushed the record button and the red light appeared on the front of the camera. "You're recording?" Michelle asked. She faced the camera. "What should I do?" "Nothing," he said. "Sit. We'll get everything packed up." He waved at the camera. "You're the star." Sit and let the camera record you, he thought. Put on a show. Michelle, the beautiful and naked star of their film, sitting and waiting for the crew to pack up all of the lights and equipment. Her clothes, in the blue bag, the first bit of equipment to be packed away. She was clearly very conscious of the eye of the camera. Charlie kept an eye on her as he coiled an extension cord, noting how she slouched in her chair, one leg bent carelessly to the side, a sexy pose for the dark eye that recorded her. Perhaps she was putting on a show for herself; she knew she would be the one watching this video later. Charlie set down the extension cord and approached her. He leaned over and whispered in her ear. "You look pretty turned on right now. Why don't you try and make yourself cum?" Michelle gasped softly. She looked up at him; her uncertain eyes wondered if he was serious or joking. Then she leaned forward slightly and he knew she watched Ronni. He had made the suggestion spontaneously, provoked by a sly impulse to shock her with his words. Doubtful that she would actually do it, but maybe it would excite her to consider it. He went back to his work, retrieving the extension cord and winding it around his arm. When he looked back at her, she was still slouched in her chair, looking at the camera. Her finger traced a line on her bare thigh. "Hey, you're all done?" Nick's voice came from the darkness. "I saw Darren drive away. You're packing up?" "Yeah," Ronni said. "Do you want to help?" "Sure." Nick noticed Michelle, and he stopped to watch her for a moment. "What's she doing?" he asked Charlie. "Is the camera still on?" "Yeah." "She's letting you record her like that?" Charlie glanced at Michelle. She had shifted in the chair so that she leaned against the left armrest. Her right leg was bent and angled to the side. A very unladylike way of sitting; her pussy was clearly displayed for the camera. Her fingertips stroked the soft, smooth skin of her inner thigh. "We're going to delete the recording later," Charlie told Nick. Nick nodded slowly. "Right." He looked like he had more questions to ask regarding Michelle, but instead of asking them, he pointed at a set of lights. "I'll take those down?" "That'd be great. Thanks." Charlie gathered the extension cords together one place and started shoving them into a large canvas bag. Behind him, he heard Nick whisper, "Wow." Charlie peeked over his shoulder and saw that Michelle was now running her fingers over her pussy, stroking herself. She inserted a finger into her glistening slit, putting on a show for that silent, glass eye that recorded her. She didn't appear to be paying any attention to Nick, but Charlie was positive she was aware of Nick's presence, aware that he was a witness to her lewd behavior. Ronni had disappeared to the snack bar with a box of assorted supplies; now she returned. She quickly identified her next task, a pair of lights attached to a tall stand, and started to disassemble them. Charlie didn't see the moment when Ronni noticed Michelle, but suddenly Ronni was standing right next to him. "Do you see what Michelle's doing?" she asked in a low voice. Charlie turned to look. Michelle was slouched in her seat and her hands were between her legs. She was openly playing with herself now. Her legs were spread apart and the wet fingers of her left hand moved in and out of her pussy. Her other hand rubbed circles against her clit. Her eyes were closed and her face was rapt with pleasure. "Yes," Charlie answered Ronni. "I see." He waited to see if Ronni would say anything else. When she didn't, he went back to packing the equipment. Ronni gazed at Michelle for a moment, then returned to the lights she was disassembling. Charlie, Nick and Ronni silently worked around Michelle, taking down and packing the rest of the equipment. Michelle acted as if she didn't see them; she sprawled naked in her chair, pleasuring herself while the camera recorded her. Charlie continued to work as if nothing was odd about the situation, and Nick and Ronni tried to do the same. But Michelle could be very distracting. What would Michelle think later, when she watched the footage and realized that the three of them had been moving all around her while she masturbated? At one point, Ronni was directly behind Michelle, visible to the camera, putting equipment in a bag. The footage would show a bizarre contrast between them, Ronni in the background, busy at work, and Michelle, naked in the foreground, furiously fingering herself. As Michelle neared her climax, Ronni and Nick both stopped what they were doing and watched her. Charlie watched as well, but he did his best to be subtle about it. Michelle had her legs splayed open, just the tips of her toes touching the ground. Her back was arched, her head thrown back with her eyes closed, her dark hair cascading over the back of the chair. Her nude body glistened with sweat despite the cool temperature, her muscles tensing as her fingers spun against her clit. When she climaxed, she made no effort to remain quiet. Her high-pitched gasps resonated through the garden. She collapsed in the chair afterwards, the lights sparkling on her flushed and sweaty body. She looked spent but satisfied. At some point, Nick had retrieved some drinks from the snack bar; he picked up a cold bottle of Snapple and brought it to Michelle. Michelle noticed his approach. She looked up at him and smiled, and accepted the drink when he offered it. She didn't seem at all self-conscious about the fact that she had just made herself cum in front of him. Charlie suspected she was still high on the wave of euphoria that came from the orgasm. Later on, she would probably be shocked by the way she had acted. And of course, it was all recorded, if she needed evidence of what she had done. Michelle stood and took a long drink of the Snapple. She pushed her hair away from her face. Charlie couldn't help but admire her naked body as she walked over to him. With the flush of her orgasm still on her skin, she looked more exposed than she usually did. Funny how that was - he saw her naked so often, but sometimes she just looked more naked than usual. "Hey," she said softly. "Can you walk with me to the snack bar?" "Sure," he said. "You want to bring that blue bag?" "No." She started walking, and Charlie quickly dropped what he was holding to walk with her. After about ten feet, Michelle took hold of his arm and leaned against him. She still walked slowly, and her body language was casual, but she spoke to him in an urgent whisper. "Oh, god, Charlie!" she moaned. "I can't believe I just did that. In front of Nick and Ronni! I'm freaking out!" "It's all right," he tried to soothe her. "They know how you are." "They've never seen me like that before," she said. "They probably think I'm a nymphomaniac." "Ronni was the one who had you take your clothes off," Charlie said. He had his arm around Michelle, his hand resting on her side. He let it drift up to her breast. "You planned this, right?" "Not that part." She shook her head. "I'm just going to go. Okay? I can't hang around Ronni and Nick right now. I'm too embarrassed. Will you walk me to my car?" "What about the blue bag with your dress?" "You take it with you. I'll get it from you later. I have all those other dresses I brought, remember? I'll just wear one of those. Ahh! Charlie!" She rose onto her tiptoes as Charlie slid two of his fingers into her pussy. Her hand clutched his shoulder. "You're so wet," he murmured. "You must have really been turned on." "I was! Oh, I was!" she gasped. "We could tell." "All of you, right? All of you could tell I was really, really turned on?" "Yes," he whispered. "It was obvious. Even Darren and Kim could tell." "Oh, Charlie! Stop it! Don't say that!" She leaned against him for support, draping her arm over his shoulder like she was about to faint. "I'll see them at school tomorrow. Darren and Kim. What am I going to say to them?" Charlie didn't have an answer, so he kissed her instead. Michelle sighed as she kissed him back; her body moved up and down on his fingers as she fucked herself against his hand. They reached the snack bar. Michelle walked around in a daze, gathering the unused dresses and tossing them in a pair of shopping bags. She didn't bother to get dressed, but instead walked naked to the back door of the snack bar with the bags slung over her arm. Charlie helped her carry two other dresses that were on hangers. Four cars remained in the parking lot. Charlie's, Nick's, Ronni's and Michelle's. Michelle opened her trunk and they put the dresses inside. She closed the trunk; the sound of it seemed to reverberate through the quiet night. Something pressed against her bare back. It was Charlie's hard cock. Michelle didn't say a word, just moved her feet apart and leaned against her car. Charlie pressed his palm against her ass, sliding it down between her legs, cupping her pussy. She was very slick; he would have no trouble entering her. "Please," she whispered. "Please do it." He slid in, his cock like a sword finding its sheath. Michelle groaned. She moved against him, slowly at first, but increasing in speed. Charlie barely needed to move at all. His hands gripped her hips, her skin warm under his palms. A cool wind blew, and Charlie wondered if it felt cold against her skin. In that spot where they were joined, where he was inside her, they made a sphere of warmth, and when she pushed against him, bringing his cock as deep inside her as it could go, the heat of their bodies merged. He felt like he could stay that way forever, with his cock imbedded inside her, only it was worth it to pull away so he could slide back in and experience the same exquisite sensation anew. It didn't take long, not with the way she was grinding against him. He pulled out, holding his cock above her back, and a stripe of cum launched onto her flesh. One, two, three, four lines, crossing her back. He lingered over her, letting his cock soften, a few final drips. He pushed his cock back into his pants. Michelle stood up. The cum trickled down her body. "Bye, Charlie," she said. "I'll see you tomorrow in school." "Bye," he said, and he kissed her. She stood by the door to her car, waiting, and watching him as he left. Even as he returned to the gardens and let the door shut behind him, she still stood there, watching and waiting, as if it was important for him to see her left that way, naked in the parking lot, her body streaked with his cum. *** "Did you bring it?" Michelle texted him the next day, He knew what she was referring to. She wanted to see the video from the night before. He had promised to let her watch it before he deleted it. "Yes," he texted back, and they made arrangements to meet at lunchtime. They would meet at his car, which he would park in the back corner of the school parking lot. Michelle wanted to watch the video, but she didn't want anyone to catch her watching it. "Oh my god," she breathed as they sat together in the car and the video played on the camera's view screen. The screen showed her naked, sitting between Darren and Kim, running the lines of the scene. "It's true," she whispered as she gazed at the screen. "What you said, that Darren and Kim can tell I'm turned on. It's really obvious, isn't it?" Charlie didn't answer. He let her continue to watch the video. "On my god!" Now the screen showed her with her legs spread, her glistening pussy displayed in perfect focus. She was stroking herself in the video. "I can't believe I did this. Oh my god, Charlie! They really think I'm a pervert, don't they?" "You mean Nick and Ronni?" he asked. "Yes, Nick and Ronni. And Darren and Kim. They watched me do all of this. Oh my god!" She was masturbating on the screen, her hand grinding against her pussy, and in the background, Nick crossed the screen, moving from right to left. "Yes," Charlie said matter-of-factly. "They think you're a pervert." "Charlie! Don't say that! But is it true? Oh my god! It must be true. Right?" She pointed at the screen. "There's Ronni! She's right behind me! And look at what I'm doing!" "Didn't you know she was right there?" "I did. I knew Nick was right there, too. I knew all of you could see me. You could see everything I did." She pressed her hand against her face, peeking at the screen through her fingers. "It made me so hot. I knew I was being such a pervert but it made me so hot." "Here's where you cum," Charlie murmured. Michelle didn't answer. Her eyes were fixed on the screen, watching the Michelle she had been the night before, witnessing the moment when she brought herself to the threshold of an orgasm and then surged past, the moment when the pleasure flooded through her and her body trembled and shuddered. "It seemed like a good one," Charlie observed. "It was," Michelle said. "It was a very good one." On the screen, Michelle was leaning back in her chair, out of breath, and Nick appeared behind her, offering her a drink. Michelle smiled up at him as she accepted the bottle. "You seem really happy right there," Charlie said. "Yeah. I felt so good." "It's funny," Charlie said. "Because right after, you said you were freaking out." Michelle nodded thoughtfully. "I did. Later I freaked out. But right then, at that moment, I felt really good. I wasn't worried about anything." She pressed the rewind button on the camera and the screen jumped back a minute. Again, the Michelle on the screen smiled and accepted a drink from Nick in his security guard uniform. She sipped the drink, all modesty forgotten as she slouched in her seat with her legs apart. "You look amazing there," Charlie said. "You look so confident." "I felt like I wasn't myself anymore," Michelle murmured. "You know what I felt like? One of those slutty little devil girls." "One of what?" "You know the ones I mean. Like the kind that men get on tattoos. Where the woman has little horns, and a little pitchfork, she's completely naked but she doesn't care. A slutty little devil chick who loves to fuck and wants everyone to know it." She chuckled. "Or maybe that is the real me." Charlie stopped the video. "Are you ready for me to tape over it?" he asked. "I guess so. Part of me wishes we could keep it. But I don't know where we would put it and have it be safe. So I guess you should tape over it." "Okay." "But you don't have to do it right now." "Okay." "Because I want to fuck." Charlie glanced out the car window. "Here?" "Yeah. I want to. And I know you're ready." Her hand fell onto his lap, squeezing the erection that was visibly pushing against the front of his jeans. She took a moment to hike up her skirt and find her panties, then she slid them down her legs and left them on the floor. "A quick one. No one will see. My skirt will be over us, it'll hide everything." "If anyone passes by, they're going to know what we're doing." "No one will pass by. We'll be quick." She undid his zipper and found his cock, pulling it free. She squeezed it, stroked it, even put her mouth on it and licked it a few times, all while Charlie was glancing around nervously to make sure no one was watching them. Then she climbed on top of him. Charlie reclined the seat all the way down, so that he was lying mostly horizontally, and she was lying on top of him, also mostly horizontally. Charlie reached down and guided his cock into her. He was ready; so was she. He slid easily into her. They moved slowly, Michelle barely coming off of him as she moved against him. Mostly it was about having his cock inside her, the sensation of filling her, a slow grind of their bodies moving against each other. He liked the feel of her weight on top of him, the scent of her. Her body jerked suddenly and she bit her lip, reveling in an orgasm that had come very quickly. She climbed back into her seat. Charlie's cock was still out, gleaming with her juice and she reached down and stroked it in her small hand, watching his face as she did it. Charlie also came quickly, in less than a minute, and Michelle leaned forward at the pivotal moment to suck every drop of his cum into her mouth. She popped open the car door on her side and spit it out onto the asphalt. Charlie pushed his softening penis back into his pants, gazing at Michelle while she opened the glove compartment and retrieved the pack of spearmint gum he kept there. He couldn't remember how she knew he kept gum in the glove compartment. The clock on the dashboard showed ten more minutes until lunch ended. "I saw Darren this morning," he told Michelle. "Oh? What'd he say?" "He was asking about the video footage from last night. He wanted to know if he could see it. That is, a specific bit of it from the end." "God. What did you say to him?" "I told him to give me his e-mail address, and I'd send it to him." Charlie said this with a straight face, but Michelle flashed him a look. "No, you didn't. Now I know you're joking." "Actually, I told him that particular bit of footage was lost. I told him Ronni might have erased it, but I didn't know for sure, all I knew was it was gone when I checked later." "Did he believe you?" "I don't know. He asked if you'd been in any of my other films. And if he could see them." "Hoping for more nude scenes, I guess." "Yeah, probably." Charlie watched Michelle leaning down to put her feet back into her panties. "He did get a nice nude hug from you. He should be happy." "I know, right?" Michelle pulled her panties up, leaning back against the seat while she did it. "How much time do we have left?" "Six minutes." "Better delete those videos from the camera." Charlie picked up the camera and found the footage from the night before. He scrolled through the list of videos until he found the ones they had just watched. He pushed the delete button, and the camera asked him to confirm. Michelle was leaning over, watching what he did. "I wish we didn't have to delete them," she murmured regretfully. "I know I won't be able to believe I did something so crazy, and I'll wish I could watch the evidence again." "Yeah..." Charlie agreed, but it had to be done. He pressed yes to confirm. The video disappeared. He went down the list, deleting, until he deleted the last video, the video of Michelle pleasuring herself in front of Ronni and Nick. "Charlie..." Michelle said. "Yeah?" "I think we should make your movie the way it was supposed to be made. The original script. I want to do it." "The film is done. We already shot everything." "I know. You should finish the clean version of the movie, and show it to whoever you want, at the school or your Jefferson University film program, or whatever. It'll be really good and I think everyone's going to love it. But I think we should make another version, just for us. The way you originally wrote it. With the nude scenes. I want to do the nude scenes." "Film the whole thing again?" "We still have Greenholt Gardens to film at. You have all the scenes broken down, you know all the shots you need. It'll be easier the second time." "What about the other actors? Darren and Kim? They've already put a lot of time into this." "No, not Darren and Kim. You're right, we couldn't ask them to do it all again. We'll need new actors." Michelle smoothed her skirt over her legs. "I just think we should do it. I want to do it." She looked at the time. "Better go. Think about it, okay?" She gave him a quick kiss and took off for her next class.

Saturday Night School byjessica_tang_vonharper© Saturday Night School Ch. 14 Michelle reveals her exhibitionistic side to Vanessa. Two days later, Charlie was back at Greenholt Gardens. He sat on a stack of boxes in a small storage room at the back of the snack bar. The room had a small window with a view of the parking lot. Charlie checked his phone for the time. It read 10:06 PM. Vanessa was late. He could hear Michelle's footsteps, pacing back and forth across the floor of the snack bar. She had intended to keep watch with him in the storage room, but she was too nervous to hold still. He heard her footsteps approaching, and her face peeked in. "Is she here?" she asked. "Not yet." "Oh god..." Michelle disappeared to continue her pacing. At 10:12, headlights appeared at the entrance to the parking lot, and Charlie watched a black BMW with tinted windows pull into the lot. The car parked next to Michelle's car. The door opened and Vanessa emerged. She was dressed casually, in black yoga pants and a black fleece jacket over a bright red tank top. She crouched down to glance in Michelle's car, and then, seeing no one there, looked around, puzzled. "She's here!" Charlie called, unnecessarily, because he could already hear Michelle opening the door to the outside. Probably she had heard the sound of Vanessa's car. Charlie hurried out of the storage room; his job was to hold the door so that Michelle wouldn't get locked out. He didn't know what Michelle had planned; she didn't tell him and he didn't ask. But he couldn't miss the significance of her arranging to meet Vanessa at Greenholt Gardens after it closed. He knew this was going to be more than just a conversation. Michelle had let the door close behind her. Charlie pushed it back open just as Vanessa was saying, "...a strange place to meet. How do you even get into this place so late at night?" Vanessa glanced past Michelle, seeing him in the doorway. "Oh. And there's Charlie. So you're finally going to tell me that you two are a couple?" "Yes," Michelle admitted. "We're a couple." "It's been so obvious," Vanessa said, then quickly amended, "To me, I mean. I don't understand why it's been a secret. Why didn't you just tell me? You didn't trust me?" "Come in," Michelle said quietly. "I do trust you and I'm telling you now. You'll understand." "Fine." Vanessa smiled sweetly at Charlie. "Hey, Charlie. How're you doing? Talia says hi. She didn't have a chance to say goodbye to you at the party." Vanessa coolly sauntered past Charlie into the interior of the snack bar. "You disappeared so suddenly. You both did. But don't worry. Talia and I covered for you." Michelle followed Vanessa inside. Anxiety was clearly displayed on Michelle's face and her hands trembled slightly. Charlie fought the urge to reach for her and comfort her. Vanessa stood in the middle of the snack bar, looking around as if she was a prospective buyer of the place. "How are you able to get in here?" she asked. "Charlie is friends with the security guard," Michelle said. Vanessa looked between them. "So this is where you two have been meeting? Your secret spot where you can be alone?" "Kind of," Michelle said. "Charlie's also been using this spot to film one of his movies." Michelle explained how they had been using the Gardens as a filming location. Vanessa listened, her frown growing as Michelle described her role in the film and several nights of filming with other actors. Finally, Vanessa interrupted. "This doesn't make sense, Michelle. I don't understand why you've kept all this a secret from me. None of it seems like a big deal. Do you really think I would care that you're acting in a student film?" Michelle's hands were clasped nervously in front of her. "There's more," she said quietly. "Will you come outside?" Vanessa nodded. She seemed to sense Michelle's anxiety. Michelle led them outside, and Vanessa silently followed. They stood on the hill overlooking the gardens. The Concert Meadow stretched out in front of them, lush and green, and the lily pond that bordered it chirped and hummed with nocturnal frogs and insects. The air was cool and had the scent of spring flowers. "Isn't it beautiful?" Michelle said. "It is," Vanessa agreed. "I've never been here at night before. It's lovely." "Lovely and empty," Michelle said. "No one else is here at night. That's why we like it." Michelle took a deep breath. "Vanessa... do you want to know how Charlie and I first got together?" "Okay," Vanessa said. Then she stared at Michelle. "What are you doing?" Michelle slowly undid the buttons at the front of her blue dress. Her hands visibly trembled as she fumbled with the buttons. "We were both at the school on Saturday. He was working there, and I was just walking through the halls. I want to show you how I looked that first time, in the hallway at school." Vanessa glanced between Michelle and Charlie, clearly confused. "Are you undressing?" "I want to tell you something about myself," Michelle said. "Charlie knows it, and other people know it, and I want you to know it, too." Michelle slipped the dress off her shoulders and wiggled slightly so that it slipped down her body to her feet. Underneath, she wore a black bra and black panties. She met Vanessa's eyes as she reached back to undo her bra. "When I ran into Charlie at the school that day," she said, "I was naked. I was walking through the school naked, and he caught me doing it." Michelle let her bra fall to the ground. At school, Vanessa always projected an aura of cool confidence, as if she could handle anything. This was the first time Charlie had ever seen her look unnerved. Despite Michelle's assurance that Greenholt Gardens was closed and empty, Vanessa still looked around to see if anyone was watching. It must have seemed to her that Michelle was stripping in a very public location. "You were walking through our high school, naked? Why? Why would you do that?" Michelle tugged her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. She stood naked in front of her best friend, her hands behind her back. "Because this is me," she said plainly. "This is what turns me on. I love to be naked. And I especially love to be naked when I'm not supposed to be." "You? But you're shy! Aren't you?" Vanessa looked like she was struggling to reassess several years' worth of assumptions. "I mean, I thought you didn't like to flaunt yourself... you're not like some of the others..." "I know. I act shy. I've always been scared that people will figure me out," Michelle said. "Like how I am. And I've always been afraid of myself, too. I don't want to start acting a certain way and go too far and do something I'll regret later." "Like what?" Vanessa asked. Michelle looked anxiously at Charlie. "Charlie knows. Sometimes when I do this, I start to feel like the rules don't apply to me anymore. Then he has to make sure I don't go too far." Vanessa looked between Michelle and Charlie. "You're going to need to explain that a little bit more," she said. "Like, with specifics." Michelle nodded. "I will. But let's walk around the gardens first. I want to show you how beautiful it is at night." "You're really going to walk around like that?" Vanessa gestured at Michelle's body. "I know I've seen you naked a thousand times but this just seems weird. I mean, we're at Greenholt Gardens." "We're all alone here," Michelle said. "The gardens are empty at this time of night. No one is going to see me. I do this all the time." "All the time?" Vanessa looked at Charlie as Michelle started walking towards the Concert Meadow. "What about you, Charlie? Do you walk around the gardens naked, too?" "I have," Charlie admitted. "But usually it's just Michelle." "Really." Vanessa glanced down at Michelle's clothes, which lay abandoned on the grass. Michelle was walking away from the discarded garments like she had forgotten they existed. Michelle walked halfway down the slope, then turned around and faced her best friend. "Do you remember what I said about the bridge?" Michelle asked. "The Hanson Bridge?" "Hanson Bridge," Vanessa repeated. "You mean, about Kyle?" "No," Michelle said. "I told you I had a fantasy. About the bridge. Do you remember?" Understanding dawned on Vanessa's face. "You said you wanted to streak across the bridge," she said. "From one side to the other, in the nude. I didn't think you really meant it. Did you really mean it?" "I meant it," Michelle said. "And I've tried it. I haven't made it across yet. I keep almost getting caught." She waved Vanessa forward. "Come on." Vanessa followed her down the slope and onto the meadow. Charlie kept up with them, staying just within earshot. The moon was high in the sky, almost full. Charlie wished he had a camera to film the two of them. The juxtaposition of nude Michelle next to the fashionably-dressed Vanessa made for an extremely erotic image. "We went skinny-dipping in the school pool," Michelle said. "Do you remember what happened? How it happened?" "It was Tina's idea." Vanessa frowned. "Wasn't it?" "Tina had a lot of enthusiasm for the idea," Michelle said. "But it was my idea. I knew it was late. I knew we could get away with it." "You were the last one," Vanessa remembered. "Everyone else got dressed but you said you wanted to take a shower first. We were all dressed and you were still naked. Hailey thought we were going to get caught..." "She was so nervous." Michelle smiled. "She kept telling us we were splashing around too much. Making too much noise." "That's right. She made us all nervous." Vanessa gazed at her. "Was that the only time you've swam naked in the school pool?" "No," Michelle said. "What about you?" "No," Vanessa admitted. "There's been other times." She looked at Charlie. "What about you, Charlie? Ever swam naked in the school pool?" Charlie shook his head. "I have not." "You should take him sometime, Michelle," Vanessa said. "We're graduating soon. You won't get another opportunity." They approached a picnic table at the edge of the meadow. Vanessa turned and leaned against the edge of the table. "You weren't worried about getting caught at the pool that night. And you don't seem like you're worried now. You seem very comfortable in your skin." "I feel very free right now," Michelle said. "Honestly, I'm so happy to be able to tell you everything. I've been so worried about what you would think about me, and what you would think about all of this. It's been hard to keep secrets from you." "You never had to keep secrets from me," Vanessa said. "I'm always on your side. You know that." "I know..." Vanessa gestured towards the moonlit meadow that surrounded them. "So what do you usually do? You come here, you take off your clothes, you walk around? Do you always follow the same path through the gardens?" "No. We explore. We go different places," Michelle said. "The only rule is, we don't go near the Shamrock," Charlie said. "That's the restaurant on the north side. Sometimes the staff is there late, cleaning up." "That's the only rule, huh? Good to know." Vanessa turned to Charlie. She smiled slightly so that he could see her fanglike canines. "Charlie, you're good at keeping secrets. I know you'll keep this to yourself." She removed her black jacket and draped it over the picnic table. Even with his own girlfriend standing in front of him completely naked, Charlie couldn't help but admire the way that Vanessa's tank top clung to her body. In her tight yoga pants and tight top, it was easy to envision what her body looked under her clothes. In a flash, Charlie remembered his dream about Vanessa, where she had undressed in the school cafeteria, and he felt himself becoming erect. He forced himself to look away, raising his eyes to the moon. Vanessa was intimidating in real life. Even Michelle seemed a little intimidated by her, and Michelle was her best friend. Charlie wondered how he could have ever had a dream where Vanessa acted so submissively. A dream which had made him climax in his sleep, which was even more embarrassing. "You're really going to?" The excitement in Michelle's voice called Charlie's attention back to Vanessa, and he was shocked to see that Vanessa's tank top now lay neatly folded on top of her jacket. Vanessa wore a red satin bra and she was preparing to pull down her yoga pants. Charlie couldn't stop himself from watching now, just as he couldn't stop his erection from growing. He could scarcely believe what he was seeing. Was this really happening? Was Vampire Vanessa actually stripping right in front of him? "I've walked through these gardens a bunch of times," Vanessa said. "I've never had the chance before to do it in the nude. Why not? It seems like it could be fun." She looked over at Charlie, and he thought she was going to say something to him, but instead she quickly looked away. Leaning against the table, she stripped the tight yoga pants down her legs, revealing red thong panties that matched her bra. "You don't need to wear your shoes if you don't want to," Michelle said. "I walk around barefoot. The paths are paved, there's no rocks or anything." "Okay." Vanessa put her shoes on the bench. She reached back to unsnap her bra, but hesitated, glancing again at Charlie. "You don't have to stare, Charlie." Michelle giggled. "What's funny?" Vanessa asked. "It just reminded me of the first time Charlie caught me naked in the school hallway. I told him to look away, and he said, 'if you think I'm going to pass up the opportunity to see you naked, you're crazy!'" Michelle stepped closer to Vanessa. "Here, let me help." Her hands moved behind Vanessa's back and Vanessa's bra came loose. "I really need to hear that story." Vanessa slipped her bra off. Her breasts were smaller than Michelle's and her nipples were tiny circles that looked dark brown in the moonlight. Her skin looked pale, and Charlie noted a dark freckle just below her left breast. Vanessa held her bra to the side, letting it dangle from her fingers, and Charlie thought for a moment that she would let it drop to the ground. Instead, she slipped it inside her jacket on the table. She was still facing the table when she pulled down her panties, so Charlie got to see her perfect ass first. She deposited her panties into her jacket alongside her bra, then boldly turned to face him, allowing him to see her front. He wasn't surprised to see that her pubic hair was removed, just as it had been in his dream of her. Michelle grabbed her best friend's hand. "Run across the meadow with me!" she urged, and Vanessa laughed. The two naked girls took off, running and jumping across the empty expanse of grass, sprinting towards a line of oak trees on the far side. Charlie didn't go with them. He was happy just watching them. They paused under the oak trees to catch their breath, about fifty feet away; Charlie heard their voices talking, though he couldn't make out the words. He heard Michelle's laugh, that laugh that he could recognize anywhere. Then they were returning, running towards him, and he couldn't help noticing the way their breasts rose and fell as they jogged. "Charlie!" Michelle called to him as she neared. "Let's go! Let's walk up that trail to the fence. Then we can circle around." "Are my clothes all right here?" Vanessa asked. "Should I hide them?"" "They're fine. No one will touch them," Michelle said. "No one else is here." She smiled. "Also, I have some spare clothes in my car that you could borrow if anything happens." "Okay," Vanessa said. "Let's go for a walk, then. And you can tell me more about what you and Charlie have been up to. Because it sounds like you've been having a really interesting time." Michelle caught Charlie's eye. "We have," she admitted, and Charlie wondered again how much information Michelle was going to share with her best friend. Was she going to tell her everything? Everything everything? "Tell me about that first time," Vanessa said. "He caught you walking naked through the school. Why were you walking naked through the school, anyway?" "Because I could," Michelle said. They found a trail that led uphill and Michelle told the story of her first encounter with Charlie. Charlie walked behind them, listening to their conversation. He listened as Michelle told her best friend about getting caught in the Front Tee on a Saturday when Daryl the security guard was on vacation. About watching porn with Charlie in the editing bay. About walking across the parking lot naked, about having sex in a science room. He listened to Michelle's words and he stared at the two naked women walking in front of him. He still thought Michelle was the most beautiful girl at Pine Hills High, but Vanessa was right there with her. Throughout high school, he had stood in the stands of football games and basketball games, getting footage of the cheerleaders doing their routines during timeouts and between quarters, and Vanessa was often at the center of his shot. Now she was naked right in front of him, close enough to touch, and he could barely believe it. Michelle's narrative jumped ahead to her second encounter with Charlie, a few weeks after the first. She had taken off all her clothes and slid them into Charlie's locked car through the partially open window, so that she couldn't have access to them. When she appeared to Charlie in the editing bay, she was already naked. "Wait," Vanessa said. "So you ran into Charlie that first Saturday, you spent some time together and you ended up having sex. A couple weeks later, you went back to the school, because you knew he was there, to have sex with him again?" "Uh huh," Michelle said. "I did." Vanessa turned to face Charlie. "Must've been some pretty good sex, then." He didn't know what to say. "It was very good sex," Michelle said. "Especially after everything else that happened that day." "Do you have a nice cock, Charlie?" Vanessa asked sweetly. "I bet you do." "Uh..." "Let's have a look." She gazed at him expectantly. Charlie looked between the two girls. "Huh? You want me to take it out?" Michelle just giggled. Vanessa said, "I'd like to see it. I'm curious to see what Michelle's so excited about. I think it's only fair; Michelle and I are both naked, and you can see every inch of us. Plus, it's pretty obvious you're super hard. The shape of it is pretty clear." It was the truth; he was fully erect, and his cock felt like it was getting even harder the more she talked about seeing it. Michelle wasn't saying anything to stop him, so Charlie gave Vanessa what she wanted. He undid his zipper, tugged down the front of his pants and let his cock spring free. It jutted towards Vanessa, curling up in a slight arc, the head swollen and throbbing. Vanessa eyed his erection with interest. "Ah," she purred. "Now this whole thing between you and Michelle makes a little more sense." She shifted her weight slightly and Charlie felt suddenly certain that she meant to reach out and catch his cock in her hand. He flinched, his foot moving just the slightest bit back, barely an inch, but enough for the movement to be visible. His cock, on the other hand, flexed upward, moving without his conscious thought, as if straining to reach her. Vanessa didn't miss either movement. She smiled, exposing her two tiny fangs. Her eyes gazed at his erection as if she was considering the possible uses for it. Then a hand did wrap around his cock. Michelle's hand. She squeezed him in a tight grip and the pleasure it gave him almost made him moan. Michelle stepped closer, close enough that he could smell her sweet scent. Her skin looked flushed and she was out of breath. Her eyes sparkled with possibilities. He knew that if he reached between her legs, he would find her dripping wet. For a moment, he imagined doing exactly that. He would show Vanessa how easy it was for him to touch Michelle's body, how he was accustomed to touching her wherever he liked when she was naked. He would push his fingers into Michelle in front of Vanessa, maybe even fuck her. Would it turn Michelle on if he suddenly turned her around, bent her over and fucked her in front of her best friend? Michelle released his cock. She giggled and turned away, darting up the trail, leaving his erection bobbing in the air. He was surprised by her sudden retreat. Maybe she had sensed Charlie's thoughts and felt a need to escape them, or maybe she was escaping from her own dirty thoughts. Maybe she and Charlie had been close to crossing a line she wasn't ready to cross. Whatever her reason, she left him standing awkwardly in front of Vanessa, with his cock exposed and erect, pointing towards Vanessa's nude body. Vanessa was in no hurry to chase after her friend; she smiled at Charlie, seemingly amused by his discomfort. This time, she really did reach out and take hold of his cock, letting it rest against her palm, lightly tracing her fingernails across his taut skin. He didn't flinch away, although his groin tightened abruptly and he almost thought he was going to cum right then and there. "Thank you for indulging me," Vanessa said. "You're welcome to leave it out, but I'll understand if you'd prefer to put it away." She pulled her hand away and walked after Michelle. Charlie stood for a moment by himself, his heart pounding, watching the two naked women disappear into the darkness. Then he shoved his cock back into his pants and hurried to follow them. When he caught up, Vanessa was saying to Michelle, "...not everything, but if you've done anything new and exciting, you have to tell me. You said no more secrets. And you know I've always shared everything with you." "I know," Michelle said. "I meant it. No more secrets." "So tell me." Michelle exchanged a glance with Charlie. "I'm not sure where to start." "Start with school." So Michelle began her confession, a list of her scandalous behavior with Charlie at school. Every place she'd been naked. Every place where they had sex. The science room, the locker room, the sound booth at the auditorium. "During the performance?" Vanessa was impressed. "You're a man of many talents, Charlie." The only act that really shocked Vanessa was when Michelle explained how Daryl the security guard had caught her walking naked by the cafeteria. "You kissed him?" Vanessa gaped at her. "You were naked and you kissed him? You little slut!" Michelle put her hands over her face, embarrassed. "I know! I know! Please don't tell anyone!" "I won't. But... wow. I'm just so surprised that you would do something like that." "I know. I was surprised, too, when I did it. When Charlie and I are together... it just gets so intense sometimes! It's like we're constantly daring each other to go further." "If that's just what you've done at the school, I'm almost scared to ask where you've had sex outside of school," Vanessa remarked. "Well," Charlie said, pointing at a bench at the park, "right there, for one." "You've had sex right there?" Michelle nodded. "All over these gardens, basically." "We had sex in a movie theater," Charlie said nonchalantly. "You did?" Vanessa asked. "What movie?" "It was a bad movie," Charlie said. "Called 'Night Crew'." Vanessa stared at Michelle. "You're fucking kidding me." Michelle hid her face again. "I know! I know!" "I mean... I was suspicious because you were gone a while... but I thought you were calling Charlie in the lobby... he was actually there? You two were in the same theater, having sex, where we were watching the movie?" Vanessa shook her head incredulously while Michelle pressed her hands over her eyes, too embarrassed to look at her friend. "And you didn't say a single word about it! Was he your secret date or something? You brought him to the theater just so you two could have that moment where you slipped away to have secret public sex?" Michelle was giggling through her fingers. She couldn't control her laughter. "I know! I know!" she said. "I'm terrible!" Vanessa looked like she had more to say, but at that moment, a voice came from the darkness. "Hey, guys. Is everyone having a nice evening?" Charlie realized they had made a mistake when he saw the terrified expression on Vanessa's face. They had forgotten to warn her about Nick. Nick appeared out of the darkness. He wore his usual blue security guard uniform and carried a flashlight, although it wasn't on. "Hey, Charlie. Hey, Michelle," he greeted them. "Just doing my rounds." He smiled at Vanessa. "Hey. You must be Vanessa." Vanessa had her left arm crossed over her breasts and her right hand pressed between her legs. Her legs were clinched tightly together and she stood sideways, as if to make herself harder to see. "Who are you?" she stammered. Charlie had never seen her look so vulnerable. Michelle hurried to reassure her. "Oh, this is just Nick! He's the security guard here! Remember how I said that we're friends with the security guard? That's how we get in at night!" "I went to Pine Hills High, too," Nick said. "My sister still goes there. Ronni Arthur? Do you know her?" Vanessa nodded rapidly. "Yes. I know Ronni. And I remember you from Pine Hills. I just didn't expect..." She glared at Michelle. "Michelle should have warned me there was someone else we might run into." Nick waved away her concerns. "Oh, don't even worry," he said. "I'm used to Michelle by now. She treats Greenholt Gardens like it's her personal nudist resort. I hardly ever see her with clothes on here." "Seriously?" Vanessa asked. "Yeah." Nick grinned. "She's naked before she even walks in. She leaves her clothes in her car most of the time." "Does she really?" Vanessa asked, glancing at Michelle. "Yeah. She's very comfortable here," Nick said. "No one else is around at night. It's a safe place. No one is going to see you." Vanessa stood up straighter. With some effort of will, she pulled her hands away from her bikini areas, allowing Nick to see her body. "Except you, I guess. Yes, I'm Vanessa, Michelle's friend. Nice to meet you." "Nice to meet you, Vanessa." Nick turned towards Charlie and Michelle. "I'm just checking the perimeter. I'm headed back now. Maybe I'll see you back by the snack bar." "Sure," Michelle said. "See you, Nick. Thanks for letting us be in the gardens at night." "No problem." He flashed another smile at Vanessa. "Have fun." He walked past them and disappeared into the darkness. Vanessa waited a minute after he left before she spoke. "God, Michelle!" she scolded. "You said we were alone out here." "Sorry!" Michelle exchanged a sheepish look with Charlie. "Honestly, I'm just so used to Nick... I wasn't even thinking about him." "Me, either," Charlie said. "Sorry." Vanessa closed her eyes. "Well, that was interesting. I've never been introduced to a stranger before while I was completely naked. It's a weird feeling. I'm glad he was cool about it." "He's so nice," Michelle said. "A real gentleman. He always treats me with respect, even when I'm acting crazy." "Acting crazy?" Vanessa asked. "What do you mean?" "Mmm." Michelle squirmed, reluctant to answer. But she had promised Vanessa, no more secrets. "I tease him sometimes," she said. "I probably tease him too much." "Like how?" "Like I'll leave my legs open when I'm sitting so he can see me. Like, really obviously open. I'm not very modest at all around him when I'm naked. And I give him hugs all the time. Naked hugs." She shrugged. "He knows that I get off on being seen. But he never tries to take advantage of it." "Does he ever try to feel you up?" Vanessa asked. "Never," Michelle said. "Even when he could. Like, even when it's obvious that I'm turned on and he could get away with it, he never does. He's always respectful." "Even the other night," Charlie said, and Michelle flashed him a warning look. It was too late; Vanessa was interested. "What happened the other night?" she asked. Michelle turned away, too embarrassed to be seen as Charlie told the story. "We were putting away some equipment, here in the garden," Charlie said. "Me and Nick. Michelle was naked, sitting in a chair, and she started to play with herself. She got into it. Nick didn't say anything, and he didn't stop to stare at her. He just kept working, walking around her, picking up the equipment while she got herself off." "Michelle!" Vanessa was shocked. "That's so kinky! Did you actually have an orgasm while he was right there?" Michelle pulled her hands away from her blushing face. "It felt so good," she said softly. "I was so turned on... knowing everyone could see me... it was so hot..." Vanessa shook her head. "I'm so astonished. I never suspected you were like this. You're such an exhibitionist!" Vanessa paused as she made a connection. "Wait. You said you were working on a film here. What kind of film are we talking about? Is Michelle nude in any of it?" "No," Charlie said. "The film we just shot here doesn't have any nudity." "So you've never filmed Michelle while she was naked?" "I have," Charlie admitted. "A few times. But we've never saved the footage. We record over it right away. And it was never for any movie." "What, just for fun?" "Yeah. And for the thrill of being recorded, I guess." Charlie glanced at Michelle. "The idea that someone might see it later." He waited to see if Michelle would bring up the film she wanted to work on. It seemed like a good time to pitch Vanessa on playing the role of Ingrid. But Michelle was quiet. Maybe she was still overwhelmed by having her secrets revealed to her best friend. They followed a path that circled through the southwest part of the garden, and now they approached the Concert Meadow again. "My clothes are gone," Vanessa said, peering into the distance. She pointed at a bench at the edge of the meadow. "That's the one, isn't it? That's where I left them?" "Maybe it was a different bench?" Michelle suggested. "I don't think so. I'm sure it was that one. My clothes are gone!" "Nick might have taken them," Charlie said. "I'll run over and check with him. Maybe he brought them back to the snack bar." "Yeah, Nick probably took them," Michelle said. "It's all right. Let's all walk over there together." Vanessa followed them reluctantly as they went towards the snack bar. "Why would Nick take my clothes? He wants me to stay like this?" "Probably just to keep them safe," Michelle said. "He's done the same thing to me before." Michelle took Vanessa's arm. "Anyhow, there's a tradition you need to follow." "What?" "Before you get dressed, you need to steal a drink from the snack bar." Nick must have seen them on one of the cameras because he emerged from the security booth as they walked up. "Sorry, I saw the clothes on that bench and I thought they belonged to Michelle," he said, when they asked about Vanessa's missing items. "They're in the snack bar, on one of the tables. Also, a blue dress I found on the grass here... that was probably Michelle's, right?" "Uh-huh." "It's on the table, too. Everything I found is on the table." Nick grinned. "I should've known the stuff on the bench didn't belong to Michelle. Everything was folded and stacked neatly. Michelle usually just throws her clothes on the ground and leaves them there." The two naked women entered the snack bar to find their clothes. As Charlie watched them go, he recalled that Nick had seen Michelle in her blue dress earlier. Nick must have suspected when he found the black and red clothing on the bench, that the items belonged to Vanessa rather than Michelle. Charlie and Nick followed the women into the snack bar, but when they entered, they found the pile of clothing still untouched on the table and both of the women nowhere to be seen. The door to the cooler creaked from the back of the snack bar; Michelle and Vanessa, still naked, were getting drinks, fulfilling Michelle's tradition. The girls returned. "A Sprite for Charlie," Michelle said, holding out the drink, "and a Coke for Nick." Vanessa had Nick's Coke. Nick accepted it from her, mumbling a distracted thank you under his breath. Michelle was holding her usual Snapple, and Vanessa was holding a beer. Charlie waited to see if Nick would say anything about the beer; he had told them on a previous visit that Greenholt Gardens kept a closer eye on the inventory of alcoholic drinks. But Nick didn't say anything. The girls continued to ignore the stack of clothing; they remained naked as they sat down in front of the TV. If Michelle's tradition was to remain naked while she stole a drink from the snack bar, it was also her tradition to be naked while she consumed the drink. Charlie couldn't remember her ever drinking her usual Snapple while wearing clothes. It seemed Vanessa intended to do the same. They sat in the snack bar and watched TV, or rather, the TV was on while they sat in front of it and talked. Vanessa's boldness had returned, or maybe Michelle's praise of Nick had convinced her that she could be relaxed in his presence. Vanessa asked Nick about his time at Pine Hills High, and they talked about the classes he took, the teachers they both knew, members of his class that Vanessa remembered. Vanessa was three years younger, but she and Nick still knew a surprising number of the same people. Charlie noticed the relaxed way that Vanessa sat in her chair, and he wondered if it was intentional. Michelle had confessed to sometimes teasing Nick; was Vanessa doing some teasing of her own? She sat with her left leg up and to the side, her right leg angled in the other direction. Her body slouched in her seat so that her ass perched on the edge. How could Nick concentrate on her questions when he had such a provocative view between her legs? Charlie couldn't help himself from peeking every minute or so, probably more than he intended. He hoped it wasn't obvious that he was admiring Vanessa's body, especially with Michelle right there. But he doubted he would have another opportunity to see the famous Vampire Vanessa Watson naked, and he didn't want to squander it. It turned that Vanessa knew Marta Solkov, the girl Nick had taken to the prom. Vanessa had been on swim teams with her. "She moved to Fresno, right?" Vanessa asked. "Yeah, she did," Nick said. "We were together all of senior year, but she moved away after graduation. We tried to do a long-distance thing, but it wasn't working for either of us." "Do you have a girlfriend now?" Vanessa asked. Nick chuckled. "Nah. This job, working nights, it gets in the way of having a normal social life. I'm not really worried about dating at the moment. Just trying to make money so I can get my own place. The rest of my life is on pause." "Right." Vanessa glanced at Michelle. "Well, at least you have Michelle to look at. Must be nice having a beautiful naked woman coming to visit you at work, huh?" Maybe the direct question was meant to catch Nick off-guard, but Nick just shrugged. "Yeah. But I'm used to Michelle," Nick said. "These days, I think of Michelle as a nudist more than I think of her as being naked. Yeah, she hardly ever wears clothes when she's here. She's very comfortable in just her skin." "You don't notice she's naked anymore?" Nick chuckled. "Oh, I always notice. But it just seems natural to me now. It's the way she likes to be. The way she is." He drank the last sip of his Coke and tossed the bottle into a nearby recycling bin. "Anyhow, she's Charlie's girl." He stood up and motioned towards Vanessa's beer. "You want another?" Vanessa grinned and lifted the beer in her hand, showing it was still heavy. "I've barely touched this one," she said. "Do you need to get back to work?" "Yeah," Nick said. "I probably ought to." "Then let me say goodbye." Vanessa stood. "I need to leave soon anyway. And I want to thank you for letting me walk around these Gardens at night. It's been an interesting experience." She smiled at Nick, walking over to stand in front of him. "Michelle tells me this is how we say goodbye here." She embraced him in a light hug and stretched up to press a soft kiss on his lips. Nick was clearly surprised. He stood awkwardly, his hands still at his side, too astonished to even think of returning her embrace. Vanessa released him and stepped back. She grinned, her fangs visible, amused by his reaction. "I wanted to test something that Michelle said," she told Nick. "She said you're such a gentleman that I could step up to you, completely naked, and hug and kiss you, and you wouldn't even try to touch me. I guess she was right, huh?" "Uh..." Nick didn't know what to say. "Here's the thing, though," Vanessa continued. "You're careful with Michelle, because she has Charlie... she has a boyfriend... but me, I don't have a boyfriend..." She reached for Nick's hand and drew it towards her chest. She pressed his palm to her breast. "So maybe you don't have to worry so much about not touching me when I kiss you." This time, when she stepped forward to kiss him goodbye, he accepted her invitation to put his hands on her body. One hand slid behind her back, pulling her against him, the other remained on her breast, squeezing and fondling it. Their kiss lasted longer, much longer, and both of them seemed to enjoy it significantly more than the first kiss. Vanessa pulled away. "There. Wasn't that better?" Her tongue moved over her lips, as if sampling the lingering taste of him. She smiled. "I'm going to get dressed now." Nick reluctantly let his hand slip away from her ass as she turned and walked over to the table that held her clothes. With her back towards Nick, Vanessa fished her bra and panties out of the pile and began to dress. Nick watched her for a moment, watched as she pulled on her red thong, her red bra. When she pulled on her black yoga pants, Nick turned and shuffled away, out the front door to the snack bar, into the gardens. He still had a vacant look on his face as he left, like a man sleepwalking who didn't want to wake up from the dream he was having. Charlie watched Vanessa as she finished dressing. She had told Nick that she didn't have a boyfriend, and that made Charlie wonder about her relationship with Cody. Did she not count Cody as a boyfriend? Or maybe they had broken up? Charlie still considered Cody his nemesis, and the petty part of him hoped that this evening at the Gardens had interfered with Cody and Vanessa's relationship. Cody didn't deserve to be dating someone like Vanessa. Hey, Cody, I had fun with your girlfriend last night. She was naked most of the time. She looks amazing naked, doesn't she? I pulled out my cock so she could see how hard it was, and she was so impressed that she had to put her fingers around it. Your girlfriend's hand felt pretty good on my cock, Cody. Or is she your ex-girlfriend now? Because after she touched my cock, she said she didn't have a boyfriend... "I'm going to walk Vanessa to her car," Michelle told him, pulling him out of his reverie. He noticed that Michelle was wearing her blue dress again. Vanessa was fully dressed. "Will you make sure I don't get locked out?" "Sure," Charlie said. He followed Michelle and Vanessa as they walked through the snack bar to the back door that led to the parking lot. The two girls talked in low voices as they walked, and Charlie couldn't hear what was being said. He didn't try to eavesdrop. A lot had happened that evening, and the two friends had broken a barrier of secrecy that had been keeping them apart for a while. Undoubtedly, they had a lot to say to each other. He propped the back door with the rock that Nick kept there for that purpose, and stood in the doorway, watching as Michelle walked Vanessa to her car. The two girls talked for a bit; they hugged; they talked some more, and then they hugged again, a long hug. Charlie couldn't hear any of what they said, but it wasn't hard to decipher. Close friends renewing their friendship, the confession of a secret allowing them both to be closer. Then Vanessa smiled, showing her two fangs, and murmured something to Michelle. Charlie didn't know what she said, but he could see the effect it had on Michelle, the tension that suddenly bloomed between the two girls. Vanessa's smile was challenging, Michelle was anxious, and Charlie knew that Vanessa had suggested something that Michelle hadn't expected. "Charlie," Vanessa called to him. "Does Michelle ever say goodbye to you or Nick in this parking lot?" "Yes." "Is she ever naked when she does it?" "Yes," he admitted. "She usually is." Vanessa nodded to Michelle. "Well, then." Michelle hesitated for a moment. Then she started to undo the buttons on her dress. She only had to do the first couple before she was able to shrug the dress off her shoulders. She hadn't bothered to wear anything underneath; probably she had expected to strip again as soon as Vanessa left. When the dress fell around her feet, she was completely nude. Michelle stepped forward and embraced Vanessa again. But this was different from their previous hugs; this wasn't a friendship hug. It was like the goodbye hugs that Michelle gave Nick, the hugs where she seemed to be offering her body to him, daring him to touch her. Nick had always restrained himself, but Vanessa didn't show any hesitation. First, she clutched Michelle's ass, pulling the other girl close, then her hands went to Michelle's breasts, squeezing and stroking them. Michelle took in a sharp breath as Vanessa pinched her nipples; her eyes fluttered. She leaned forward and kissed Vanessa on the lips. Charlie was fiercely erect as he watched the two girls kissing each other, one of them fully dressed, the other completely naked. Michelle, his Michelle, the naked one, her body at the mercy of her best friend's exploration, no part of herself forbidden. He watched Vanessa's hand slide between Michelle's legs. "You're so turned on!" she purred, delighted by how easily her finger slipped into Michelle's slick pussy. Michelle trembled but could offer no protest. She had spent the evening confessing her secret desires to Vanessa: her desire to be naked; to be submissive; to have her body available for others to touch. How could she object now that Vanessa was fulfilling those fantasies? Charlie touched the front of his pants, pressing his fingers against the bulge of his cock. He could feel it clearly outlined by the fabric, fully erect, straining against its imprisonment. Shrugging, he reached for his zipper; he set it free, opening the front of his pants, pulling the length of it out and letting it bob in the air. Why not? Vanessa had wanted to see it before, she had touched it. "You're welcome to leave it out," she had said. So why not? The head of his cock pointed at the two girls like an arrow; he wrapped his fingers around it, squeezed it, stroked it. He knew he could easily make himself cum. How could he be expected to remain an indifferent observer of this erotic display, anyway? Michelle was his girlfriend, whether Vanessa appreciated that fact or not, and right now his girlfriend was standing naked right in front of him, in the middle of a public parking lot, being fondled and fingered by her equally beautiful best friend. Was he supposed to pretend it didn't affect him? "Good night, my beautiful darling," he heard Vanessa say to Michelle. "Thanks for finally letting me into your world." Vanessa stepped away from Michelle, leaving the naked girl swaying in place. A few strands of Vanessa's dark hair had fallen over her face; Vanessa caught the strands in her fingers and pushed them back behind her ear. She was grinning. Then she glanced at Charlie and her smile faltered; she stared. She hadn't noticed that his cock was out. "Will you say good night to me, too, Vanessa?" he asked. He leaned back against the doorframe, his hands at his side. His erection jutted towards her like a challenge. Vanessa regarded his cock silently for a moment. "Of course," she answered. She walked over to him. He didn't know what to expect from her, and his cock twitched involuntarily as she approached. A kiss on the cheek, perhaps. Maybe her fingers on his shaft, lightly cradling him, squeezing him as she had in the Gardens. Just being exposed in front of her was turning him on immensely. She stopped in front of him, his cock just six inches from her body. Her demeanor had changed; her playful smile was gone, and now she looked very serious. Had he made a mistake? Was she offended? Charlie's cock remained stubbornly erect, still achingly swollen despite his growing misgivings. "We're a pair now," he said to Vanessa. "Me and Michelle. You understand that, right?" Vanessa nodded. "I do." She reached for the top of her yoga pants and hooked her fingers in the waistband. To his astonishment, she peeled her pants down, bringing them down to her knees, and then her panties followed, also to her knees. She stood in front of him with her pussy exposed. Vanessa rose up on her toes, opening her legs slightly so that when she shuffled forward, Charlie's cock slid between her thighs. Her pussy rested on top of his shaft; he could feel the heat of it radiating against him. He could also feel how wet she was, her labia soft and slick to the point of being frictionless. When she moved her body back and forth, his cock skated easily between her thighs. That was how she kissed him goodbye, with his cock squeezed between her legs, and it wasn't a chaste kiss but a hungry one. He put his arms around her, realizing just how petite she was as he held her. She had always seemed so imposing in the hallways and classrooms of Pine Hills High. She broke their kiss. For a moment, she moved her body back and forth, clutching his cock between her thighs. "Can you feel how horny I am?" she whispered. "You can feel it, right?" "Yeah." The gap between her thighs was slick with her juice. She moved away from him, letting his cock slide almost all the way out. Then forward again, only this time she tilted her pelvis, and for a moment, the head of his cock touched her labia, pressing against her before pushing through. Her tight pussy gripped his cock as he penetrated her. Vanessa sighed as he filled her, inch by slow inch. He held himself steady, letting her have complete control of how much of him was inside her. With his cock just halfway in, she leaned forward to kiss him again, her lips pressing greedily against his, her tongue invading his mouth. When they finally broke this kiss, Charlie realized she had sunk down lower, and now his cock was almost all the way inside her. "I can see why she's into this," Vanessa murmured. "You mean being outside?" Charlie asked. "That, too." Vanessa smiled. "Good night, Charlie." She slipped off him and stepped away. Just like that, his cock was hanging lonely in the air and Vanessa was pulling her pants back up. Michelle didn't let his erection go to waste. Suddenly, she was there, naked, crouching in front of him. Her mouth slid over his cock while her hand gripped his shaft. She bobbed back and forth, sucking on him, teasing him with her tongue. It didn't take long, probably less than a minute before he climaxed. Michelle leaned back, finishing him off with her hand, aiming his cock so he spattered cum across her neck and breasts. Immediately afterwards, he heard Vanessa's car pulling out and driving away. She had lingered just long enough to watch. Michelle rose slowly. Charlie guessed that he had the same expression on his face that she had on hers - dazed, disoriented, coming down from a sexual high, trying to comprehend everything that had just happened. A car sped by on the road that passed the Gardens; not Vanessa's car, but a white pick-up truck. The driver didn't look their way. Charlie knew that he should feel a sense of urgency about their indecent state - standing out in public view, Michelle naked with cum dripping down her front, his cock exposed and still partially erect. But it was sometimes hard to remember what the city of Pine Hills considered indecent. Greenholt Gardens was increasingly becoming a place where the regular rules didn't apply. Charlie watched Michelle with trepidation as he put his softening cock back into his pants. Vanessa. Michelle's best friend. He had just been inside Michelle's best friend, right in front of her. How was she going to react to that? "Why don't you go inside," he suggested to her. "I have a towel in my car you can clean yourself with. I'll grab it." Michelle nodded and scooped her dress up off the ground. She disappeared through the back door of the snack bar while Charlie went to get the towel out of his trunk. Everything was still vivid in his mind. The feel of Vampire Vanessa against his cock, the warmth of her thighs, the clean smell of her. The taste of her mouth as she kissed him. Right in front of Michelle. Charlie clutched the towel in his hand as he went back into the snack bar. Michelle was sitting down in one of the seats. She accepted the towel from him and began to clean her front. "That was one of the scenarios I was worried about," she said. "It was?" Charlie dreaded her next words. "Vanessa being too interested," Michelle said. "I don't want her to think of me as a new toy she can play with." "Oh." Charlie sat down. "So, you mean... you're worried she's too interested... in you?" "Yeah." "You didn't want her to touch you like that?" Michelle sighed. "I can't lie. I loved it, Charlie. Every second, every touch. It was, oh my god! it was so hot." She shivered. Her knees were pressed tightly together. "I'm just really freaking out about it right now. Nothing like that has ever happened before. Vanessa and I, we've never even come to close to crossing that line, not like that. But when it happened, it was just so easy to do. I was so turned on. I don't know. I don't know what it means." "Are you worried about seeing her tomorrow at school?" "Yeah." Michelle shook her head. "I mean, I don't know. She's my best friend, and that hasn't changed. Right? Even if we've kissed now and... and everything else. It shouldn't change anything, right?" "Right." Charlie stroked Michelle's back in a way that he hoped was reassuring. "I think it'll be okay. Vanessa understands that she needs to ask permission before she crosses that line again." "But that's what I'm worried about," Michelle said. "She knows what my fantasies are now, she knows what makes me turned on, maybe she could tell how little control I have..." "Not your permission," Charlie interrupted. "My permission. I'm your boyfriend, right?" Michelle blinked. "Oh!" she said. "Right." "I know we have a crazy sex life, but she still shouldn't be making out with my girlfriend unless I say it's okay. She knows our secret now, that I'm your boyfriend, right? So she needs to respect that." Michelle nodded thoughtfully. "That's true. Well, she did kind of ask you, right? She asked if I was usually naked, you said yes..." "Yeah. And I told her we're a pair now, one comes with the other." "Yes. And she understood that, too. Didn't she?" The tip of Michelle's tongue traced her lips. "I could taste her on you." Charlie said nothing. His face felt hot. Tomorrow, he would also see Vanessa in school, and maybe it would be just as awkward for him as it would be for Michelle. He would see Vanessa in the hallway and he would remember being inside her; his hard dick, her dripping pussy, merged together. His arms around her, her arms around him, their bodies pressed together. They could have fucked so easily. Her mouth on his, the hunger in her kisses. He could have had her, if he had just fed that hunger. "I still feel good about it," Michelle said. "About what?" "About Vanessa knowing. I'm glad she knows. I'm glad I told her." "Yeah," Charlie said after a moment. "Yeah, me, too." Nick joined them about fifteen minutes later. Michelle was still naked, and Charlie was wiping his face with a wet paper towel, having spent most of those fifteen minutes with his head between Michelle's legs. Nick walked up to their table. "I want to be in your movie," he said without preamble. "Huh?" Charlie was confused. "Your movie," Nick said. "You want to make a second version, with the original script. Right? I know you've been talking about it. And I know you want Vanessa to be Ingrid. So you still need a Max. I'm volunteering." Charlie and Michelle glanced at each other. "It's not a bad idea," Charlie said. "Nick as Max. Why not? Nick's used to seeing you naked." "You're naked right now," Nick said. "Yes," Michelle acknowledged. "I think you'd be perfect as Max. Is it okay, though? Will it interfere with your work?" "It'll be fine," Nick said. "You've seen how it is here. It's quiet and boring, I spend most of my nights watching TV and they still tell me I'm the best guard they've had in years." "Cool," Michelle said. "So we have our cast. I'm Gwen... the real Gwen this time. Vanessa is Ingrid, and Nick is Max. I think that sounds perfect." "Not quite perfect," Charlie said. "You haven't asked Vanessa yet, have you? Maybe she'll say no." "I'll ask her tomorrow," Michelle said. "I think she'll say yes." Charlie thought she would, too. *** Charlie sat with Ronni in the cafeteria later that week. "You know," Ronni said, "I'm glad we're reshooting it. The first one is fine, I think it works, and it'll be nice to have a version that we can show people here at school. But the original script is better. The nudity makes it more surreal." Charlie nodded. "Yeah. And in theory, it'll be better because we know what we're doing this time. Right?" Ronni smiled. "Yes. We have practice now." She took a bite of her peach and remarked, casually, "Did you know Vanessa was at Greenholt Gardens last night?" "She was?" "Yup. Apparently, she stopped by to keep Nick company for a couple hours. He was pretty happy about it this morning." "Wow." Charlie nodded. Good for Nick, he thought. Vanessa had already agreed to be Ingrid in their new film, and she had been intrigued when Michelle revealed that Nick would be playing the opposite role. So maybe, possibly their Max and Ingrid might really be falling for each other. "My brother and Vampire Vanessa," Ronni said. "I really wouldn't have predicted that combination. Look, there she is now. And there's your girlfriend." Charlie glanced over his shoulder and saw the usual group of senior girls sitting down at their table in the middle of the cafeteria. He saw Michelle and Vanessa, Tina, Hailey. Now he saw the football players coming to join them. Cody, Calvin. Glenn Mack. "Vanessa asked if I wanted to have lunch with them today," Ronni said. "Really?" "Yeah. I guess I'm getting more popular. I already know Michelle, of course, and now Vanessa wants to be my friend, too." "You said no?" Ronni smiled crookedly. "Yeah. I was going to eat lunch with you. I'll join the popular kid's table when you do, Charlie." Charlie took a second glance over his shoulder at that table. It was still hard to imagine being over there, publicly acknowledged as Michelle's boyfriend. He loved Michelle, but he didn't really want to be one of the popular kids. "Still a few guys who don't want to see me over there," he said, as he looked in particular at Cody. If Vanessa was starting to spend time with Nick, did that mean she had broken up with Cody? He could see that Vanessa and Cody weren't sitting next to each other. "That's fine," Ronni said. "I'd rather be over here, anyway." *** That night, Charlie couldn't sleep. The glowing numbers on his digital clock showed the time was long past midnight, and he was too restless to drift off. Finally, he got up and turned on his computer. He went through his video files and found the file named "MICHPROJ". Putting on his headphones, he started the video playing. He had said to Michelle that it wasn't finished. The honest truth was that he hadn't made any changes to it in weeks. The project had been a way for him to yearn for Michelle while he wasn't with her, when he didn't know if he had any future with her. Now that he was spending so much time with her, he didn't think about his Michelle tribute very often. The tone of the project no longer fit his feelings for Michelle. The video seemed wistful, like someone in the far-off future recalling fond memories of a pretty cheerleader from high school. It lacked the vibrancy of the real-life Michelle and her constant desire to push at her own boundaries. It didn't have the Bonnie and Clyde thrill that was so much a part of their current relationship. Charlie watched the whole video, then closed it. He gazed at the file on his screen for a long moment, then he selected it and made a copy. He named the copy: "MICHPROJ X." Just like his student film. One version clean. One version dirty. Charlie went to a different folder and found another file. This one, he had simply named "File13". A name so boring that hopefully no one would consider opening it, even if they found it on his computer. He opened the file. An image appeared on his screen. Michelle, in front of the camera, naked, her hand between her legs. As she fingered herself, Nick passed by behind her, carrying equipment. Thirty seconds later, Ronni was visible behind her, putting away gear in the background while Michelle furiously masturbated in the foreground. Every night, he told himself he would watch the clip one more time and then delete it, just as he had deleted it off the camera. And every night, he ended up keeping it just one more day. Tonight, he opened up the copy he had just created, "MICHPROJ X", in the film editor, and then he imported "File13" into available footage. Naked Michelle appeared on his screen. A clean version and a dirty version. Time to start work on the Michelle tribute dirty version. He began editing.

Summer School Streaker by Nude_Writer Miss Collins has her own naked adventure at work. My hand was going crazy, rubbing and fingering my dripping wet pussy. I longed to be the naked woman I saw on my laptop screen. There she was, walking around the busy sidewalks of New York, stark naked in the day time. Meanwhile, here I was, lying on my back, stark naked in my bed at 1am. Alone. God, the freedom she must be feeling. The breeze on her naked body. The eyes of the public sticking to every inch of her like glue. How could she not be playing with herself the way I am now? While I'm watching this video, I imagine myself as her. The woman on screen. Though, we do look very different. She is a tanned Latino, whereas my skin is very fair and pale. Her ass and hips are full and round, yet my hips are narrower and my ass is smaller, but still just as round. Her lips are bigger than mine, and my hair is shorter than hers, coming to my shoulders, but just as dark. She has tattoos, and I wear thick framed, square glasses. She is quite short and curvy, while I am almost 6 foot tall and slender. She has beautiful, giant breasts, and mine were only a B-cup. She's a porn star, and I'm a teacher. We live in two separate worlds. That very thought depressed me to the point where I couldn't even finish masturbating. I stopped moving my hand and let out a large sigh. Exhibitionist porn has always been my favorite. Showing off anywhere, taking off clothes in public, being exposed and being seen. Something about it all made me so much hotter and wetter than anything else. If laws didn't exist, I would walk around naked in public all the time, touching and groping myself whenever I wanted. But laws do exist. But that didn't stop me coming up with a plan. I work at a school aimed at people looking to further their education after high school. Students range from 18 to 21 years old. It's summer vacation, which means the school is empty. Nobody is on the school ground. Nobody, except for the other teachers and I. We have to spend one week during the summer vacation planning all of our lessons for the academic year. From 9am to 5pm, myself and all the other teachers, will spend their days, starting tomorrow, in their classrooms, planning, in isolation. The perfect opportunity for some mischief. * * * * * It was now 4:45pm. The day had dragged on long enough. I had been sitting at my desk for hours, going over my plans for the first few weeks of lessons over and over again. I'm a computer science teacher, and my classroom is a little larger than the other rooms, and the perimeter is lined with, well, computers. My desk sits at the front of the room, overlooking everything. My hair was in a little loose ponytail, and I had on a rather thin, red turtle neck sweater, a black skirt that ended just before my knees, and a pair of black high heels. Since I didn't cum last night, I was still pretty horny, which is why I decided to not put on a bra or underwear. A few of the other teachers had finished early and gone home, and the rest would be getting ready to leave too, leaving little ol' me all by myself. Perfect. At 5:05pm, one of the other teachers, Alice, knocked on my door and stuck her head in. "Alright Vicky, I'm just about to leave, I'll see you tomorrow." Alice said with a kind smile. "Alright, take care Alice." I replied. "Oh, is anyone else still here?" I asked, acting like I hadn't been counting the number of people that walked past my door. "No, you'll be the last one out it seems! Don't forget to switch off the lights." Allice replied with a little laugh and another smile. "See you tomorrow." I called out as Alice closed my door and left. My heart nearly beat out of my chest due to the excitement. I wanted to strip right there and then, but I needed to be sure I was safe, so, I got up from my seat, and decided to head to the toilets and do a bit of reconnaissance. Just as I got to the classroom door, I had a thought. I walked back to my desk and slipped off my high heels, leaving me barefoot. My mind started to race and overthink everything. If I did see anyone, and if they asked me about my shoes, I can just tell them I took them off to be more comfortable. It's not like they will instantly know I'm planning on stripping off the rest of my clothes, right? I opened the door and took a peek outside into the hallway. Silence. The school had a few buildings, each with different classrooms inside. The building I was in housed my computer science classroom, the engineering classrooms, and the science classrooms. Taking a bare-footed step out of my classroom, I began my mission to scope out the area. It felt weird being barefoot in a place outside of my own home. Plus, wearing a skirt with no panties made me feel almost completely naked below the waist. The cold hard floor beneath my soles reminded me of my naked feet and legs with every step. With each door I walked past, I quickly looked through the glass to see if anyone was inside. I checked door after door, looking in room after room. After a few minutes, my mission was a success. I was all alone. In this building at least. Feeling free and a little brave, I lifted up the bottom of my skirt, revealing my bare and hairless pussy, and my smooth and round ass. I swear I could've cum right there and then from the excitement. Rather than heading straight back to my classroom, I walked around the hallways like this. Hands constantly holding my skirt up, showing off my assets, and biting my bottom lip. I wanted more. I needed more. I slowly walked back to my classroom and went back to my desk. Okay, that was risky. Not too risky, but still, I was showing off my vagina and my ass inside of the school that I work at. If I got caught, I would've been fired on the spot. Or died of embarrassment. I don't know which would be worse. Right, I'm just going to do this quickly. Do it once, get it over with, and then never forget this experience. I'm going to strip. Stark naked. Quick walk around my room, then clothes back on. Nobody will know. Taking another look outside my classroom door, I listened for any noise. Stepping back towards my desk, I took a deep breath and quickly pulled my sweater over my head. As soon as it hit the floor, I went straight for my skirt, pulling it all the way down and tossing it to the side with my foot. That was it. I was naked. Totally, 100%, stark naked. In my own classroom! This was intense. This was terrifying. This was... Incredible! I stood completely still, once again listening for any noises outside my room. Once I was sure there was nobody nearby, I quietly walked to the front of my desk, sat on the edge of it, and opened my legs. Oh, if my students could see me now. My nipples hardened at the thought of an audience. Me, sat naked in front of a room of students all wearing clothes. I gently started to grope my 34B tits and tweak my nipples. Running one hand down my tummy, I softly brushed the tips of my fingers over my cunt. I wanted to masturbate right there and then, but I stopped myself. No. If I cum now, the fun will be over. I don't want it to be over. I want to do more. I already walked around half naked in the hallways. What's stopping me from going back out there naked? After all, there's nobody nearby, I just checked. I'm going for it. Just go out there, have a quick naked walk around, come back in here, get dressed, go home, and then masturbate to all of this later. That's it. Taking the handle of the door in my hand, I carefully turned it and pulled the door open. Stepping a bare foot outside of my classroom yet again on to the cold hard floor, I began to walk around the hallways. This felt even better than just being nude in my classroom. Way better! I felt so free! This is how I wanted to live my life. Naked and exposed. Since I had already walked around the hallways earlier, I felt a little bit more confident, and began walking around as if I had clothes on, rather than trying to be sneaky. In just a few minutes, I had already walked past every classroom at least twice. Just like I imagined myself being naked in my classroom in front of my students, I imagined the hallways were packed too. Crowds of teens walking past me, looking, staring, occasionally brushing up against me. My pussy moistened with every step as I thought about this, and I once again began to fondle my breasts. I stopped walking and spread my legs open a little before, yet again, touching my wet pussy lips. I still didn't want to cum. I thought back to the video I watched last night of the woman walking around New York completely naked. If there were a crowd of students right now, I would be just like her. The thought made me lose control and I plunged a finger right inside my cunt. Shit! No! Stop! I can't masturbate right now! If I cum, I wont be horny anymore. I want to stay horny! I want to... I want to...... * * * * * I need to cum! I rolled my head back and began masturbating. I cupped my left breast with my left hand while my right hand went to work, fingering me. God, why can't there be people here? I want them to see what I'm doing. I want them to see their teacher, nude and masturbating like a slut. I want to be seen. I need to be seen! My body felt so good that I fell down on to my knees with my legs spread even wider. My hand moved faster and faster as drops of my pussy juices sprayed out. A small puddle began to form underneath me, and before too long, my pussy clenched, and I began to orgasm. It was perhaps the strongest orgasm I had ever felt. My hips went wild and my eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head. An almost primal moan escaped from my mouth and an ocean of fluids shot out as I squirted on the floor. That was incredible. That was amazing. That was fantastic. That was the best feeling I could ever hope to feel. And yet... I wanted more. After catching my breath a little, I stood up on wobbly legs and tried to regain my composure. To my surprise, I was still horny. Looking down at the pool of pussy juices around my feet with wide eyes. "This is bad." I thought to myself. I had to find some way of cleaning this up. Directly ahead of me were the public restrooms, but as soon as I took a step forward, I realized what was behind me; a door to one of the science classrooms. Now, if I wasn't still horny, I probably would've gotten some toilet paper from the restroom and cleaned up my mess that way, but I had a much naughtier idea in mind. I opened the door into the science classroom and stepped inside. Even though I knew it would be empty, I still felt like I could be caught any moment. By the front of the class, near the door, hung a white lab coat. Teachers would wear these whenever they performed an experiment for the class. This is what I was going to use to clean up my mess. Just the thought of a teacher wearing this coat covered with my dry cum made me shudder with glee. Before I wiped the floor with it, I slipped it on. Wearing nothing but this lab coat somehow made me feel even more naked. While I was a computer science teacher, a few of the students made comments in the past on how I looked like a science teacher due to my glasses and posture. I didn't know what they meant, until I saw my reflection in one of the windows. I tilted my glasses down, looked over them, and smirked. Grabbing a ruler off of the desk, I held it in both hands and began walking around the classroom in an authoritative manner. In my mind, I imagined a room full of students, and I was their nudist science teacher. The fantasy made my heart begin to race once again, and I made my way back to the front of the class. Standing at the front of the class, I opened my legs and began rubbing my inner thighs. "Today, class..." I thought to myself "...we're going to learn about anatomy." I pointed the tip of the ruler to my pussy lips and began to rub it against my clit. It was a little cold, but I didn't mind. As I swirled it around, I once again imagined a room full of students looking at me. Stark naked, wearing nothing but an open lab coat, toying with my pussy for all to see. Turning the ruler on it's side, I stood up a little and slipped it under me. The ruler fit comfortably between my pussy lips and my ass cheeks. Once it was in place, I began to grind my hips backwards and forwards against it, leaning my body back. This felt amazing. As I humped the ruler, I pressed it harder against me, pushing my clit into it as I continued to grind up and down the length of the ruler. Before too long, my breathing got heavier, and I could feel another orgasm build inside me. I sped up, thrusting myself against the ruler. Before I came, I stood up, opened my legs, and shoved the ruler inside my dripping wet cunt. As one hand pumped the ruler in and out of me, my other hand went to town on my clit, violently rubbing it until I came. My body tensed up, and a few spurts of liquid shot out of me. Not as much as before, but enough to create a little puddle between my bare feet on the floor. I sat back on the edge of the desk and stayed still for a few minutes as I caught my breath. The ruler was still inside me as the last few drops of my orgasm fell out of me, adding to the puddle beneath. After a little while, I gently slipped the ruler out of me and placed it on the desk, still wet and warm. I slipped off the lab coat too. As I walked back to the door, I hung up the coat where I found it and opened the classroom door. On the floor in front of me was my puddle of juices from earlier. I took the coat from off the hook it was on, got on my knees, and began wiping the wet floor with it. After that orgasm in the classroom, it felt like I was on autopilot. I wasn't really thinking of anything besides the fact that I was naked in school. Once the puddle was wiped from the floor, mostly, I hung the drenched coat up once more, and closed the classroom door behind me, leaving me stark naked in the hallway yet again. I looked down the hallway and I could see the door to my classroom up ahead, but, just past it, was the door to the outside. Without even thinking, I started to walk forward. My bare feet slapped the cold, tiled floor as I walked past my classroom and out of the building's door. Suddenly, I was outside, completely naked. The warm sun felt so good against my bare skin. A cool breeze washed over and all around me, hardening my nipples. The concrete beneath my feet was warm, and the sound of the birds in the nearby trees made me feel at one with nature. It also made me horny as fuck! The sun was starting to set and the sky was a mix of blue and orange. There were a few clouds in the sky, and the air smelled like lavender. After standing outside for a few seconds, I slowly came out of my trance-like state, and realised what was going on. I had done it. I was finally completely nude outside. Just like the girl in the video I watched last night. Reaching behind me, I pulled out my hair band and let my hair loose before tossing the hair band to the floor. I spread my feet apart, lifted my arms and put my hands behind my head, closed my eyes, and pointed my face to the sky. This was incredible! Why wasn't this legal? I let out a big stretch and began to walk. Everyone should walk around naked! It felt so good!! I walked away from the building, further and further away from my clothes, and out into the open. At the centre of the school was the area where the students would socialize during recess. Benches and tables, trash bins, plants. Just like in the science classroom, I imagined all of the students walking around me like they've done a thousand times. Only this time, I was nude. Despite being alone, I could feel the imaginary eyes all over me. My legs. My ass. My tummy. My tits. My bare body. I walked over to one of the benches and took a seat. The wood felt warm against my ass and legs. I looked around the empty area and wished my fantasy would become reality, and that students and teachers alike would begin to pour in from the school's entrance, and everyone would be greeted by me, sitting naked for all to see. There were so many thoughts and fantasies in my head that I couldn't think straight. I wanted to walk around casually naked, but I also wanted to fuck myself in front of the entire school. I wanted to teach a class about nudism while being naked myself, but I also wanted a bukkake in the middle of a classroom. I wanted to pose nude for one of the art classes, but I also wanted to be fucked and humiliated by every single teacher in every single class. I wanted to do all of that, but, seeing as I was alone, I could only walk around and masturbate openly. I got up from the bench and wandered around the school grounds. Past the school buildings, across patches or grass, looking through windows of different classrooms. I wish I could do this all the time. Eventually, I stumbled upon the gymnasium. I opened the door and walked inside. To my surprise, there was a lot of equipment out. A tennis net, some weights, basketballs, tennis rackets. All sorts of stuff. The door to the storage room was still open. I guess Kevin, the P.E. Teacher, must've left them all out while planning his lessons and will carry on with his work when he comes back tomorrow. Seeing the tennis rackets and nets reminded me of another porn video I saw where a woman stripped off while playing a game of squash. She then spent the rest of the day completely naked, and even ate breakfast naked in the restaurant of the hotel she was staying at the morning after. A whole 24 hours in the nude. I walked towards the equipment and picked up one of the rackets along with a tennis ball that was next to it. Walking over to one of the walls of the gymnasium, I threw the ball and hit it as it ricocheted back at me. As I hit it back and forth, it moved from side to side, and I moved quickly in order to hit it. On occasion, I would miss, and I'd have to walk back to pick the ball up off the floor. I really wasn't good at squash. I stopped before I started to sweat. I put the ball and racket back where I found them and took a few moments to catch my breath. Whenever I did any home exercises, I always did them nude. It just made more sense. I had no sweaty gym clothes, I could move around easier, and it just felt a hell of a lot better to do anything naked in general. Looking around the gymnasium, I spotted a basketball in the middle of the room. I was planning on shooting some hoops with it, but as I got closer, I had a naughtier thought in mind. I got on my knees and sat on my feet next to the ball to have a look at it. The ball was covered with small, rubber bumps all over it, just like any other basketball. Those small bumps reminded me of one of my dildos back home. Feeling my heart begin to race, I gently spread my thighs apart and pushed the ball against my pussy, just like I did with the ruler. It felt cold, but nice. I sat up a little bit and pressed my crotch against the ball even more. By now, I was pretty much sitting on it. Straddling it. I reach back and held on to the soles of my feet as I began to grind against the ball. This felt wonderful!! I could feel every small bump rub against my clit. Against my pussy lips. I would often hump my pillow at home, but this... this felt 100x better! I needed to get a basketball of my own! I let go of my feet and reached up to my nipples, gripping and pinching them between my index fingers and thumbs. I closed my eyes tightly as I thrust my hips up against the basketball, bouncing up and down on it. I picked up the pace a little more, when suddenly, I heard the door of the gymnasium open. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Someone was still here. I shot up on to my feet and, without thinking, ran towards the storage room. It was a messy, concrete room full of old shelves, dust, and very old and worn equipment. Also, it was absolutely freezing! I hid behind a stack of floor mats near a corner of the room, covering my breasts and my crotch with my hands, trembling in fear. I heard footsteps walking around the gymnasium, and the sound of a man's cough broke the terrifying silence. It was Kevin. He hadn't left. Shit. How long had he been here? Did he see me sitting on the bench earlier? Did he see me come in here? Fuck fuck fuck. Outside the storage room, Kevin was packing up the equipment he left out. Bags were zipped shut, the nets were taken down, the balls were gathered into baskets, and then finally, he started to make his way towards the storage room. Towards me. As the footsteps grew louder, my heart started to beat faster. This wasn't good. I was about to be caught butt naked in the storage room of the gymnasium. How the hell would I be able to explain this?! What if he takes a picture of me? Or a video?! Everyone at school would think I'm some sort of nudist pervert! The worst part about all of this was the fact that I could feel my pussy getting wetter under my hand. The idea of being caught was turning me on so much! I heard Kevin enter the storage room and begin putting things away. Every time he put a bag on a shelf, or a piece of equipment on the floor, my crotch get wetter and wetter. It got to the point where I couldn't help myself, and I started to massage my clit. With one hand over my mouth and the other around my pussy, I started to masturbate right there and then, just a few feet away from another teacher. The fear of being caught mixed with the possibility of being seen caused my legs to shake as my fingers worked their magic around my soaking wet cunt and my clit. I could hear Kevin leave and enter the room over and over as he put things away. Every time he came back into the room, I hoped he would come over here and find me. Just as he was putting the various balls away, one slipped out of his hands. It was the basketball I was humping earlier. It bounced and rolled towards me, eventually hitting the wall and stopping right in front of me. My eyes had never been so wide. This was it. I was going to get caught. He was going to see me, butt naked and masturbating. With each passing second, I masturbated faster and faster until I saw his arm reach down and pick the ball up. If he leaned a little further and looked to his left, he would've seen me, clear as day. Instead, Kevin turned around and put the ball away. He didn't see me. I was safe. Eventually, I heard Kevin walk out of the room for the last time. He closed the door behind him and walked away. Since I was so aware of my nakedness and cautious about being caught, it felt like my senses were dialled to 11. From the corner of the storage room, I could hear Kevin walk towards the front door of the gymnasium. I heard him open the door, and I heard him leave. After waiting for a few seconds, I took my chance to leave. I was so close to cumming, but I didn't want to wait a second longer in here. There could be a chance he would come back. I quickly walked to the door, opened it slightly and quietly, and peaked around. Empty. Kevin really had left. I quickly stepped out of the storage room, closed the door, and fast walked towards a side door that lead out on to the field, all the while looking at the front door in case it opened again. I exited out of the side door, closed it behind me, and I was safe. My heart had never beat so fast in my life. I felt like I could pass out at any moment. To make sure I was safe, I ran on to the field, away from the gymnasium. It felt good to feel the grass between my toes after walking around on cold tiles and hot concrete for a while. The field was a wide stretch of grass and trees that wrapped around a quarter of the school grounds. This is where the students would play sports, eat their lunches, and socialize between classes. Out here, I felt more comfortable being naked. Not that I wasn't comfortable walking around the school grounds and inside the buildings, but out in nature, surrounded by trees and grass, being naked felt natural and right. All the insects and birds could see me in my natural state. I started to walk up the length of the field towards a small hill that had a few small trees around one side of it. A lot of students sat on this hill to eat their lunch and watch some of the other students play sports. Once I arrived, I say down on the slope and rested my back against it. Lying on that hill with the sun facing me, I felt as if I could fall asleep and all the worries and troubles I had in my life would melt away. This is what life is. This is what life should be. Feeling comfortable. Feeling at peace. Admiring the world around you and letting the world admire you. Gently, I closed my eyes, opened my legs, and rested my arms by my side. The sound of the wind and birds almost put me to sleep. Almost. What kept me from drifting to sleep was the breeze once against washing over my naked body. As I felt every inch of my exposed body being touched by the wind, I too began to touch myself. With my eyes still closed, I reached up to my nipples and gently brushed my fingers against them. They were so hard yet so soft. My left hand continued to caress my breasts as my right hand reached down to toy with my pussy lips. Masturbating outdoor had always been a pleasure of mine. I had a small backyard that I would occasionally go out and masturbate in at night, but out here, in the open, in the day; my backyard couldn't compare. Licking my lips, I pulled my knees up to my shoulders so that my asshole was exposed. I felt another breeze wash over me and between my ass cheeks. As it passed over my asshole, I shivered, and continued to masturbate. Picking up the pace, I slipped my index finger inside of me. It felt so good! I reached in and massaged my g-spot inside me. I wanted to cum so bad. So, so bad. I opened my mouth and let out a little moan. I was about ready to finger myself as quickly as possible to make myself cum, until... "Uuhhh, Miss Collins?" A voice asked. My eyes shot open quicker than ever. In front of me were four guys. I recognised them. They were former students that graduated last year. Scott, Travis, William, and Jacob. All 22 years old. Scott had bleach blond hair and was the tallest and thinnest of the four. Travis had some muscle, with tanned skin and short black hair. William was the shortest, wore glasses, had weak stubble, and had light brown hair. Jacob was average height, average build, and had dark brown hair. Why were they here?! Just then, I noticed the soccer ball underneath Scott's arm. The field was open to the public, even if the school was closed. Nobody really came here though since there were other places around town for people to hang out. All four of them had their eyes on me. Jacob and Travis had their phones out and pointed at me. My heart skipped a beat. Maybe several. It felt like it had just stopped. This was it. I had been caught. My naked body was on display for them to see. Every inch of me could be seen. My tits. My pussy. Even my asshole. I felt like I could die right there and then. But, I didn't die. Instead, I did something I never thought I'd do. I kept masturbating. Staring at the boys in front of me with wide open eyes, I allowed my hand to go wild between my legs. My whole body shook as I frantically fingered myself in front of them. Droplets of my pussy juice sprayed out from every direction as I fucked myself. My face was burning red from shame, but my crotch burned with passion. The boys couldn't believe what they were seeing. William looked embarrassed. Travis and Jacob both had shocked smiles on their faces, and Scott's mouth hung open. My body shook more and more, until finally, I climaxed. An ocean sprayed out of me from between my legs and the boys stepped back a little to get out of the splash zone. Jacob filmed the juices shooting out of me, and then pointed his phone back at my face. My mind started to clear as the final drops dripped out of me. This was it. The whole school will find out what a naked pervert I am. Everyone will talk about the video of me butt naked on the school field, legs up, pussy spread, spraying all over the place. Everyone will know what a naked perverted slut I am. Since it was going to go that way anyway, I decided to at least go with it. Looking up at the boys, there was an awkward silence between us. "G-g-get your c-c-cocks out." I said quietly, stuttering over my words. The four boys looked at me, shocked at what they just heard. Neither of them moved besides glancing at each other and then back at me a few times. "Get your c-cocks out." I said again. "Now." I started to feel a little bit more confident about the situation. I had already been caught, the least I could do was take a little bit of control and own it. I lowered my knees and spread my legs open a little more. Taking my hand away from my soaking pussy, I began to massage both of my tits with my hands. I could clearly see bulges in the boy's pants. They were hard. Rock hard. "Holy shit." William whispered. "Cocks. Out. Now." I demanded. This whole experience had been exhilarating. From stripping in my classroom, to wandering the halls, to masturbating in a different classroom, walking around naked outside, to almost being caught in the gymnasium. This was to be my big finish to the day. Travis was the first to obey me. Unzipping his pants, he pulled out a thick, meaty dick. Fuck it was huge! My eyes widened and a smile grew on my face. Beckoning him over with my finger, Travis held his hard cock in his hand and walked over to me. Standing over me at my side, I reached up and began stroking him. It had been too long since I last held a penis in my hand. My hand slid up and down his shaft, and I could feel his dick twitching. Travis must've looked like he was having a good time because, before I knew it, Jacob had come to my other side, dick out and waiting to be stroked. I gladly obliged. Travis had put his phone away in his pocket, but Jacob kept his out, recording the whole thing. With two cock in my hand, I looked at Scott and William. They were near the bottom of the hill, but close enough to me that I could reach them with my feet. I stretched my legs and began rubbing their crotches with the soles of my bare feet, feeling their hard cocks under their jeans. "Come on. Don't be pussies." Travis said, looking over at Scott and William. "Oh fuck yeah Miss Collins, keep stroking it." At least Travis was into this as much as I was. As a reward, I pulled on his cock and guided it towards my face. He happily went with me and got to his knees, helping my to bring his cock into my mouth. I licked all around the head of Travis' cock before engulfing half of it. It really was thick. Scott and William couldn't take it anymore, and, seemingly at the same time, each pulled their cock out of their pants. Now, my bare feet were rubbing against their bare dicks. Here I was, completely naked on the school field. One dick in my left hand. One dick in my mouth. One dick being massaged by my left foot. One dick being massaged by my right foot. This was amazing! But it was about to get better. William took a deep breath and pushed my leg aside. In just a second, he pulled his jeans and underwear down to his knees and practically charged towards my crotch. Before I could pull Travis' cock out of my mouth, William aimed his own and plunged it into my moist pussy hole. I let out a muffled, mouth filled moan and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. As William's hard dick entered me, I felt my whole body go limp. My legs dropped and I momentarily stopped jerking off Jacob and sucking off Travis. Once William started pumping in and out of me, I gathered myself together, and went back to pleasuring the boys. So that he wouldn't feel left out, I wrapped my legs around William and pressed the soles of my feet together behind me. Scott seemed to enjoy my footjob, so I offered him both of my feet to use at his leisure. Despite no words being spoken, he understood the situation and grabbed both of my feet, pressed them together, and then slipped his cock between them. Just like that, almost every part of my body was being used to pleasure these four boys. I had become a sex doll to them, and I was happy to let them use me. Since I had been jerking and sucking off Travis for the longest, he was about ready to cum. I could feel his cock pulse in my mouth and between my lips. I sucked him harder and faster until I could taste his first load of cum on the tip of my tongue. Before he could cum any more, I pulled my head back and slipped his dick out of my mouth, jerking it off right in front of my face. Three, four, five ropes of hot, sticky semen shot out of him, covering my face and glasses. Travis sat down next to me, exhausted. Damn, was I really that good at giving head? If so, maybe I should treat Jacob. I pulled Jackob down towards my face the same way I did to Travis, but before my lips even touched his member, cum started to spray out of it. It startled me a little and I ended up aiming his dick at my tits. Jacob didn't cum as much as Travis did, but it was enough to cover my chest. Jacob fell back on to the hill as his orgasm slowly faded. His phone pointed at the ground for a few seconds before he slowly sat up and continued to point it at me, recording the whole show. Now, Scott and William were the last two to cum, besides me. Since Travis and Jacob were out of my hands, literally, I could focus my attention on William. Since he entered my pussy, he hadn't stopped fucking me. He had a pretty good rhythm, and now that I was paying more attention to him, I could feel his cock stretching me out. William had his eyes on my tummy for the most part. I guess he didn't want to look at his friend's cocks. Gently, I reach down and rested my index and middle fingers under his chin and lifted his head up slightly so that our eyes met. He was blushing and a little out of breath. "Keep going baby." I told him "It feels good. Keep... keep going." I too started to breath a little heavier. Meanwhile, behind William, Scott was still busy slipping his cock between the soles of my feet. Strangely, he would sometimes speed up, then stop, then resume. It felt like he was edging himself. Maybe he was waiting for William to finish so that he would get out of the way and Scott wouldn't cum on his back. Well, he didn't have long to wait. After a few more heavy thrusts inside me, William pulled out and shot his load of cum all over my tummy. God, these boys must've had some full balls! My legs spread apart, releasing Scott's cock from between my feet, as load after load, William coated my torso. Just like Travis and Jacob, William fell back, giving Scott space to use me. Since my legs were already spread, I lifted them up, exposing my asshole to Scott. "Your turn." I said with a smile. I thought that Scott was so close to cumming that he would simply jerk off and cum on me. Nope. I was wrong. Scott stepped closer, got to his knees, grabbed his cock, aimed it, and thrust it into my asshole. Right to the base. "Ugggghhhh!!!!" I moaned loudly, throwing my head back. I wasn't expecting this. Scott was beyond horny at this point that he didn't even consider taking it easy. He fucked me as roughly and as deeply as he could. He was like a piston! Every thrust shook my body, and I could feel an orgasm building inside me quicker than ever before. I could feel Scott's dick twitch inside of me, and it felt like we were going to orgasm at the same time. After slamming in me a few more times, Scott pulled out and shot load after load of cum onto my pussy, ass cheeks, and asshole. As soon as the first warm drop landed on me, I started to orgasm too. My legs flung open even wider and fell to the floor. My body twitched and shook as my climax ran through my body. Finally, Scott fell back on to the floor as well. This was a dream cum true. The five of us stayed like this for a while; lying on the grass, panting, trying to catch our breaths. I felt a cool breeze brush over me, but the hot cum all over my face and body helped keep me warm like a sticky blanket. After 10 minutes, I sat up and looked at the four of them. All of their cocks had gone limp, and they seemed to have collected their energy again. Jacob had stopped recording and slipped his phone back into his pocket. I got up on to my feet and looked down at them. "That was fun guys. Really, really fun." I said, licking some cum off my lips. "But, I think I should be heading home now. Care to escort me to my car?" The boys looked at each other and smiled. One by one, I offered them my hand and helped them off the floor. Together, the five of us walked across the school grounds, making a quick stop by my classroom to collect my clothes. Scott held them in his arms, letting me walk naked some more. Once we reached my car, I pulled out my keys from my handbag and unlocked the door. "I hope you won't show that video to anyone." I said, looking at Jacob. "Oh, I won't Miss Collins. It'll just be between us." He replied with an honest smile. "Good. Let's keep it that way." I responded, sitting in my car and putting my clothes on the passenger seat. "So, same time tomorrow?" The boys looked at each other, smiled, and then looked back at me, nodding in unison. With that, I closed my car door, put my seatbelt on, and began to drive home, giving the boys a little wave as I left. This day went better than planned! The idea of doing it all over again tomorrow filled me with excitement and lust. Looking at my cum covered face in the rear-view mirror, I adjusted my glasses and smiled. Maybe I'm not so different for the people I see in porn after all. * * * * * END.

Surfing Old School by shmeckle Tournament, First Day (Chapter 5) The first day of the three day tournament finally arrived. As David’s jeep slowly made its way to the site, Kari tried to calm her nerves. She was sitting in the back between Jessie and Geoff, who showed up at their hotel just that morning. She was happy that he and David would also be dressed traditionally. As they got to the beach, they spotted one of the Governor’s aides holding a sign that said “Kari Kaimana”. As they pulled over to him, he told them to follow a policeman on a motorcycle, who gave them an escort to a parking place very near a large stage. The stage was swarming with people, all getting ready for the Governor’s press conference. It was the first time the surf tournament was going to opened by the Governor, so his aides and the press were busy. An aide took her board to the beach and another led her group to a small waiting area near the back steps to the stage. Jessie could see Kari getting more nervous as time went on, so she distracted her with small talk. “So this is a three-day tournament?” “Yes, so bad waves on any particular day won’t affect the surfers’ scores.” “You get scored?” “Yes, 5 judges give you a score from 1 to 10 for each wave. Your two highest scores from each day determine your total.” Just then, the Governor walked by. He stopped in front of Kari, and said, “Welcome Ms. Kaimana.” He shook her hand, glancing down to see her breasts bouncing, then said, “My aides will call you and David up after my opening remarks.” Jessie held Kari’s hand and said, “Now, you remember what you’re going to say to the reporters if they ask, right?” “Yes. I’m going to pretend I’m you and say what you said to the Governor.” Jessie smiled, touched that her friend would look to her as someone strong and confident that she should imitate. Kari took a drink from her bottle of Hannah’s tea, hoping the slight jolt of energy would help her be more outgoing and energetic like her friend. “You can do this, Kari. Just be confident and know that you look beautiful and strong.” Soon the aides motioned for her and David to go up. David graciously took her hand and walked with her up the steps. She was grateful for the hand once she reached the top, because suddenly she was blinded by the flash of cameras. Once they died down, she almost wished they hadn’t, once she saw the large crowd. She found herself between the Governor and David, both much happier than she was to be there. The Governor introduced her and said, “When she’s not surfing, she has been wearing traditional Hawaiian dress, supplied by David Kamehaloha of Hawaii First. David, would you like to tell us all about it?” David stepped up and started effusively explaining about what Kari was wearing. He motioned to her skirt, a bright white bit of cloth with red flowers and hummingbirds, and then to his own. “Older men and women wore longer skirts, but,” pointing to Kari’s chest, said, “both men and women were topless.” He talked about her kupe’e and then pointed out her lei po’o. “This headdress is a lei po’o. The one Kari is wearing today is special. These feathery scarlet flowers are ohia lehua blossoms, which only grow near volcanoes and are sacred to the Goddess Pele. We in Hawaii First hope that Kari’s wearing them today will bring the blessing of the Goddess to this tournament.” When he finished, the reporters had a lot of questions for Kari. “Why are you doing this?” “My people invented surfing and they did it naked. I’m doing the same in their honor.” “Are you going to keep surfing naked?” “No. I’m back home and Hawaiian and it just seems to be the right thing to do to now.” “Do you think all the surfers should surf nude?” Kari decided to be honest. “This…is not easy for me. I wouldn’t demand anyone else do this…But if any of the other surfers want to join me, I would welcome it.” The Governor said, “Let’s hear a round of applause for Kari and David.” Once the applause died down, he added, “Well, let the tournament begin.” David motioned to Geoff, waiting off-stage, who was carrying a basket of woven palm leaves. He took off the kupe’e on her left wrist and said, “I have to keep these in a cooler when you’re not wearing them, so they last for the whole 3 days.” He took off the others. She leaned forward to let him take off the lei po’o. He placed it in the basket, and then, before Kari even realized it, with one deft flick of his hand, he untied the knot of her skirt and it swirled off her hips. David folded the scrap of cloth and placed it in the basket, while Kari was dumbstruck and unable to move. She could see the flash of cameras going off, realizing that these were professional photographers and that their photos would be on all sorts of newspapers and websites. ‘I didn’t think I was going to be stripped on stage!‘ David took the basket from Geoff and said, “You should probably escort her to the beach.” Geoff took her hand and led off the left side of the stage, where there was a flight of stairs down that led directly to the beach. The crowd parted as they passed. Kari was happy that only 6 or 8 people at a time were around her, surprised by her nakedness, instead of the dozens of reporters she just finished with. ‘At least no one is taking pictures…‘, not noticing several people with their phones out recording. Finally, they reached the edge of the beach where all the other surfers were waiting. She looked around and saw her board and started walking to it. Suddenly, her nemesis Ashley was in front of her, surrounded by her entourage. “Wow, you actually are going to do it? I thought it was a lot of hype.” Kari forced a smile and said, “No, I’m for real and surfing old-school.” As she stepped around her, Kari continued, “Now if you don’t mind, I’m here to surf.” She got into the water and paddled out toward the wave runners, two guys on jet-skis that towed the surfers out to where they could catch the waves. When they saw her, their eyes lit up and one said, “Dibs on the naked chick!” and they both sped toward her. When they got close, they almost collided and their combined wake shook Kari’s board. She had to grab the sides, which pressed her breasts together, while the wake made them bounce wildly. The guys were mesmerized. She said, “You have to take turns towing me out.” She pointed at the one who didn’t call dibs and said, “You first.” Once she started surfing, the same almost mystical feeling she had at Napalei returned. She could sense what the ocean was going to do and used that to do some of the fanciest tricks she knew. By the time they finished the day’s surfing, she had the almost unheard-of perfect score of 20, ahead of Ashley by 4 points. She rode the last wave in to the beach. She was happy to see Geoff waiting with a towel and her clothes, even if it was just her skirt. After she dried off, she motioned to it and asked, “Would you put it on me?” and smiled. He held it to her hip and reached around to grab the other corner, bringing his face very close to her breasts. When he started to tie the knot, she looked down and said, “Show me how you tie it.” She watched as he did. As he straightened up, Kari put her hand on his face and kissed him. She intended for it to be a quick and friendly kiss, but felt a surge of emotion and lust course through her. Geoff must have as well, because he put his arm around her waist and pulled her close. They kissed again more passionately, a bulge growing under Geoff’s pareu. Just then Mona came up from behind and joked, “Hey, get a room, you two.” They broke their embrace, both blushing. Once she gathered her wits, Kari said, “Geoff, why don’t you come with us to the hotel? We can have a big dinner in, courtesy of the Governor.” He gladly accepted. ***** When they got to the hotel, Kari surprised Geoff by immediately getting naked. “It’s part of my training.” Mona said, “I’m going to order room service. Any suggestions?” Jessie replied, “Make it a feast. With what the Governor put Kari through at the press conference, he owes her.” As the other women went into their rooms, Kari announced, “I’m going to shower to get the salt off my skin.” She took Geoff’s and and whispered, “Care to join me?” He gladly accepted again. The door had barely closed when their arms were around each other again. The bulge in his pareu returned and Kari couldn’t help but grind her wet vulva against it. He walked sideways to the shower, whispering, “Let’s get the water running so they don’t hear us…” Kari meanwhile untied the knot on his pareu and let it drop. She watched as his stiff cock rose up, unrestrained, and then grabbed it and led him into the shower. She moaned and then whispered, “I’ve been so horny all day. Do you think surfing naked does that to me?” “Well, watching you surf naked does it to me.” He grabbed her ass and she wrapped her legs around his hips. As he lifted her, her wet vulva slid against the underside of his cock, and then down over it as he lowered her, both of them moaning. Later that night, after a sumptuous dinner, they shared a bottle of champagne to toast to Kari’s great day. Mona said, “That was your best surfing ever. And you were consistent. What was different than your first attempt at Waimea Bay?” Kari said, “After surfing alone at Napalei, I was able to ignore the crowds and concentrate on the sensations of the wind and water over my body. It makes me a lot more aware of my balance, the shifting of the waves, and just generally heightens my senses.” Mona said, “Well, I’ve never seen anyone surf like you did out there today. You were awesome.” Mona thought, ‘There’s got to be a way to keep her surfing naked.‘ Geoff stood up and said, “I have to get back to my hotel. I’m afraid my training starts in a few days, so I have to go back to California tomorrow.” Kari walked him to the door, and after a couple more passionate kisses, said goodnight. ***** The next morning, at a Victorian style house on the coast just outside of Honolulu, Charles Bennington was having breakfast on his veranda. His butler brought him coffee, a grapefruit, and the morning paper. His butler said, “It seems your client and the Governor are good friends now. They’re on the front page.” Bennington thought, ‘What is that idiot up to?‘ He looked at the full-color photo, with the Governor on one side, David on the other, and Kari in the middle. Her breasts were obscured by microphones but it was evident that she was topless. “Now this is intriguing. She’s surfing naked, eh?” He paged through the paper, looking at the other pictures. Most of them were black and white. One showed her on-stage right after she had been stripped by David, nipples and vulva pixelized, of course. Another one showed her in profile walking to the stairs; her hair covered her nipple and her leg closest to the camera blocked the view of her pussy, so it wasn’t censored. A third showed her from behind walking through the crowd, also uncensored. There was a color close-up of her from the side, showing a three-quarter view of her face, highlighting her hazel eyes and the wind blowing her dark hair. ‘Well, she surely is photogenic.‘ His butler asked, “So does this jeopardize your work with Mr. Kamehaloha?” “Oh, that doesn’t matter in the least. If I spend one hour in court or write one letter for them, my entire visit here is a tax write-off. But this,” pointing at Kari’s image, “this is something my paying client will want to hear about.” He picked up his phone and made a call to Paris. Tournament, Second Day (Chapter 6) The jeep pulled into the reserved spot next to the beach. Kari was relieved to see that there was no stage or crowd of reporters and photographers waiting. Still, she hesitated, not wanting to strip on the sidewalk. Mona walked by with her board and said, “Time to surf. You should get that skirt off.” She took off her kupe’e and lei po’o and left them in David’s Jeep. She slipped off her skirt, folded it, and laid it beside them. Steeling herself, she took a sip of the herbal tea and followed Mona naked onto the beach. As she walked to the shore, she could see out of the corner of her eye Ashley and her crew. Ashley was glaring at her, arms crossed. She looked over at them and gave them a slight smile. It was almost worth surfing naked just to see her so put out. That day the weather gods were still smiling on them and the surf conditions were great. Once Kari got back on the water, she relaxed, tuning out all the crowds and other surfers. Her first wave felt wonderful, like she was back home. The scoreboard at the judges’ station flashed “9”, but, walking back along the shore, Kari didn’t notice. She was watching her competition’s latest ride. Ashley looked like a stereotypical California beach girl, with long blonde hair and blue eyes, and a slim athletic build. Kari watched as she surfed, and could see how good she was. Then she looked closer and was able to see just a moment’s hesitation every once in a while as she started her next move. That was what was keeping her just behind Kari’s lead, in spite of her skill. Jessie came up and handed her the bottle of herbal energy tea. Kari took it and drank without taking her eyes off her competitor and handed it back. Jessie knew how focused she could be when she was surfing. This time it seemed different, like her mind was elsewhere, captivated by something. At least she didn’t seem uncomfortable being naked in public at the moment. Kari repeated her performance from the first day, with Ashley and the other women trying to match her moves. At the end of the day’s surfing, she was ahead of Ashley by two points. Jessie and Mona met her after her last wave, and they all hugged each other, excited by Kari’s great performance. They walked off the beach toward David’s Jeep. Kari was a little taken aback when it wasn’t where it should be. Jessie said, “Oh, right. David said he had some things to attend to, so he had to return to Honolulu.” Kari panicked. Her skirt was in his Jeep — now what was she going to wear? Just then, a black limousine pulled into a nearby parking space. The chauffeur got out and opened one of the back doors. A tall thin man in a black pinstripe suit got out, followed by a young woman in a similar jacket and skirt. He approached the group and addressed Kari. “Are you Kari Kaimana?” Kari nodded. He stretched out his hand and as she shook it, said, “I am Charles Bennington, and,” motioning to the woman behind him, “this is my assistant Janine. We work for a company called Bronzée Solaire that makes sunscreen and other skin care products.” Mona smiled. She knew about this company. They made high-end products. They were very big in Europe and the Pacific Rim, but were trying to get into the North American market. They just might be the saviors they were looking for. He continued, “We are very interested in becoming your sponsor for the rest of the surfing season.” Jessie stepped up and introduced herself. “Yes, we’re interested in what you have to offer.” He said, “We have an office in Honolulu. I can take you there to discuss the details.” Mona replied, “Sure, we’d be happy to.” Bennington motioned to the limo and said, “Shall we go?” Kari whispered, “But…naked?” He smiled and said, “Sure. No one at Bronzée Solaire will mind. It’s your nude surfing that got our attention in the first place. Besides, we make skin-care products. We see a lot of our test subjects naked.” Mona put her hand in the small of Kari’s back and moved her toward the limo. “He’s right. You can go there naked.” Kari blushed but got in anyway, her nipples shrinking quickly and goosebumps rising as she felt the air conditioning. When she sat, the feel of the leather seat against her naked skin made her shiver. Kari, Mona, and Jessie were on a bench seat right behind the driver, while Bennington faced them. His assistant Janine beside him opened a panel in the wall next to her and got out 5 glasses and a bottle of champagne. As she passed out the glasses of champagne, Bennington said to Kari, “Janine here is quite a fan of surfing. She tells me your performance over the last two days was amazing.” Janine added, “My brother used to surf as a hobby and I used to keep him company. He was nowhere near as good as you. But I’ve seen enough good surfers to know that you’re the best.” Kari smiled and said, “Thank you.” A short while later, they got to Honolulu, going to an office park on the outskirts of the city. They pulled up to a brightly lit 3-story building, with a large sign saying “B. S. Internationale”. The limo stopped in front of it and the chauffeur opened the back doors. Kari had to steady her nerves before she could step out naked onto the asphalt. Bennington took her hand and escorted her up the steps and through the front doors. She balked as everyone in the lobby stopped what they were doing and stared at her appreciatively. He was walking her toward a central conference room, with all four sides of solid glass, when a door to a corner office opened and a well-dressed man stepped out. Bennington stopped in his tracks and then said, “Monsieur Boulanger, I wasn’t expecting you here.” The man smiled and said, with a French accent, “I was in L.A., not Paris. I flew out here to meet Ms. Kaimana personally.” Bennington turned to them and said, “This is Etienne Boulanger, CEO of Bronzée Solaire Internationale.” Mona looked at him, admiring the expensive summer-weight wool suit he was wearing, and his Italian shoes, and a sparkling Swiss watch. His short steel-gray hair was immaculate. She could see she was right. These people had money, lots of it. Monsieur Boulanger stepped forward and took Kari’s hand. He lifted it slightly, and she wasn’t sure if he was going to shake it or lift it to his lips and kiss it. He smiled and said, “Ms. Kaimana, I’m so pleased to meet you.” Then he turned to Mona and Jessie, giving a slight nod to them each in turn, saying, “And you are Mona Tahani, her coach, and you are Jessica Morris, her manager, correct?” They both smiled and nodded, unused to be noticed where Kari was involved, and touched that he knew their names. He motioned to the glass-walled room and said, “Shall we all meet in our conference room? Monsieur Bennington and I have an offer I think you will all like to hear about.” The women followed him down the hall and into the glass-walled room. Boulanger pulled out a chair for Kari, and she saw it had a small towel draped over it. Once she sat, she looked uneasily out into the hall. The occasional passers-by noticed her and looked on approvingly. Boulanger and Bennington laid out their offer. They would pay them $150,000 US for the rest of the surfing circuit and give them the use of one of the company’s private jets to go to tournaments in other countries. They said the company would make sure they stayed in luxury hotels at no expense. They wanted to book some time with Kari the day after the tournament for a photo shoot; if it worked out well, Boulanger said, Kari could very well become the face of Bronzée Solaire. The women tried hard not to betray how excited they were. Mona asked for a copy of the contract and Janine mailed a copy to her phone. Mona asked, “Can we have a day to look it over? I’d like to run it by our lawyer.” “Certainly,” Monsieur Boulanger said, “I would expect nothing less.” After a few more minutes chatting, Mona said, “Well, Kari has to surf tomorrow. We should get back to our hotel.” Bennington said, “I’ll have my chauffeur take you.” Once they got into the limo, the women let down their guard. “Wow, $150,000 for the season!” “And corporate jets to take us everyhwere, and luxury hotels when we get there!” On the way back, Mona forwarded the contract to their lawyer. As the limo pulled into the parking lot, Kari said, “Uh, Mona, I have no clothes to wear.” Mona handed her the Governor’s ID, as if it were some kind of charm, and replied, “Just walk through the lobby like you mean it, like you’re entitled to. Nobody will mind.” Kari, skeptical, slipped the lanyard over her head and stepped out into the daylight. She held her head up and tried to effect a confident stride. Her friends fell in beside her. As they walked into the lobby, some people went wide-eyed with surprise. The concierge was behind the main desk. She said cheerily, “Ms. Kaimana, how was the tournament today?” She smiled back and said, “Wonderful.” ***** Later that evening, their lawyer responded. He said it was a good contract, very good for them in fact. He pointed out, “The only odd thing is that they seem adamant that Kari appear naked not only at her surf competitions but at their promotional endeavors as well.” After dinner, over a round of beers, Mona asked Kari what she would do to become the best surfer in the world. Kari said, “Anything. It’s all I dream about.” Mona replied, “Since you’ve started surfing naked, I can see you’re close, very close to that dream. Are you willing to surf the rest of this year’s circuit naked?” Kari paused and sighed. “When I’m out on the water, it feels perfect to be nude. It’s just the crowds, and everything else about it that I can’t deal with naked.” Mona continued , “Well, the contract offer we got from Bronzée Solaire is a really sweet one. We won’t have to worry about arranging flights anywhere in the world. We’ll stay in luxury hotels like this. It’s everything you’d want in a sponsorship. Their only stipulation is that you surf naked.” Kari raised an eyebrow and said wryly, “Just that?” “Well, and attend some of their promotional functions.” “Naked?” “Yes… Remember they said they may want to make you the face of Bronzée Solaire. You’d have a second career as a model.” Kari blurted out, “Yeah, a nude model.” She got silent. It would be a perfect arrangement, letting her and Mona focus only on surfing and leave the financial and logistical stuff to their sponsors. Still, to get through this ordeal, she had been telling herself she would only have to surf nude this once. And now they want her to agree to do it at every tournament this year. She asked hopefully, “Aren’t there any other options?” Jessie said, “We have a couple other companies that are interested. But their offers are contingient on you surfing nude. And none are nearly as lucrative as this.” Mona could see Kari was hesitating, and continued, “Face it, you garnered a lot of attention by surfing naked. Any sponsor will want you to continue doing that. And I think this company would be the one most likely to work with the League to make that happen.” She knew her friends were counting on her. It wasn’t just a windfall for her but for them as well. She thought back to the amazing connection to the sea she felt when she was nude and it let her feel a moment’s peace. Suspecting she’d regret it later, Kari shrugged and gave in. She sighed, “Sure, let’s sign it. It’s just for this year, right?” New Sponsors! (Chapter 7) The final day of the tournament, Kari was on her naked walk to the shore. Ashley stomped over to her, pointed her finger, and shouted, “You’re just doing this to get noticed. It’s pathetic!” Kari was furious, her body buzzing from anger and also from the herbal energy tea she’d been drinking for the last 3 days. She stepped closer, yelling back into Ashley’s face, “So you think this is easy for me? Let’s see you get naked! Right now!” Ashley balked at the thought and backed off. Kari stepped closer as she stepped back. “Oh, no? You’re not going to?…Well, until you do, SHUT THE HELL UP!” She spun around on her heels and strode off to the water. Their fight got both women fired up. When Kari waded in, she felt the waves caressing her, soothing her. She breathed deeply, body still tingling, and let go of the anger and just felt peace. She could see Ashley was still angry by the way she surfed. She wasn’t as hesitant as yesterday, mostly because the anger was making her take chances and act impulsively. It cost her a few times when she misjudged the wave and wiped out. When the rage subsided some, she got back into form. As the day wore on, Ashley was able to put in a few high-scoring rides, and then she and Kari stayed neck-and-neck for the rest of the day. They closed the final day tied at 17 points each. The surfers and their friends gathered around the judges’ platform, waiting for the final announcement of the tournament totals. Kari and Jessie were arm-in-arm, knowing that Kari’s scores for the 3 days meant for a certain win. They announced the third place winner to a round of applause. Second place went to Ashley and her entourage cheered loudly. “And first place goes to…Kari Kaimana!” Amid a huge roar of applause and cheers, Kari and Jessie threw their arms around each other and started jumping up and down. Jessie’s knee inadvertently rubbed up and down against Kari’s pussy, and the orgasm she had been on the edge of all day from the herbal energy tea finally hit her. Jessie heard her friend’s moans and was momentarily startled. Then, as the people around her started noticing, she pressed Kari’s head against her neck and said, “She’s crying…tears of joy.” It was met with a few quiet chuckles from some who realized what had happened. She stood and held her friend, trying to muffle her moans. She was feeling a weird mix of emotions, embarrassed for her friend, but incredibly aroused from holding a beautiful naked woman having an orgasm. Finally Kari stopped shuddering, and whispered, “Thank you, Jess.” She gathered her courage and looked up, blushing and trying to ignore all the smirks. Someone on the judge’s station was calling the winners up to a stage nearby. Kari hoped the orgasm hadn’t left her thighs so wet that everyone noticed. She walked up and was led to a tri-level podium, to the highest level in the middle. Ashley was on her right and the third-place winner on her left. Each got a trophy and a check, and then photographers surrounded them and lights flashed. Kari smiled but wondered just how many hundreds of nude photos there were of her now. Finally, she was able to get down and briskly walked over to Jessie. She leaned close and whispered into Jessie’s ear, “Please help me get out of here. Quickly.” Jessie wrapped her arm around her nude friend’s waist and walked through the crowd toward the street. Once they were out of the crowd, Mona caught up with them, carrying Kari’s board. They were headed toward David’s Jeep, when the limo from the day before pulled up. Bennington approached them and asked if they accepted the contract. Mona smiled and said, “Yes.” His assistant Janine handed her a tablet and asked them all to sign. Once they had, he got his phone and called Monsieur Boulanger to tell him the good news. When he hung up, he motioned to his limo and said, “He would like you all to attend a little celebration at our Honolulu office.” Kari looked at David, who was approaching, and then asked, “Can I get dressed?” Bennington said, “No need. We’ll have something there for you to wear.” Mona handed David the board and Kari gave him her trophy. Once again, Mona guided Kari into the limo naked. ***** It was a repeat of the previous day as Kari went up the steps and into the lobby, turning heads all the way. Once they were in the lobby, Bennington said, “You probably want to get the salt spray off. Janine, could you take Kari into the executive washroom so she can shower? Then get a couple people down from makeup to freshen her up.” Kari followed Janine down a hallway and through a door to a luxurious bathroom. At the far end was a large shower stall lined in gray marble. As she showered, she was happy not to be the only one naked in public for a short while. She heard other women entering. She knew she had lingered just a little too long in the shower when she heard Janine say, “Kari, we’re ready for you.” As she dried off, she saw an office chair in front of a gray marble counter, with 2 women unpacking cosmetics from several briefcases. She sat down and let herself be pampered, as one woman did her makeup and hair while the other sprayed her down with moisturizer that made her skin glisten. As she stood up to let the second woman spray her back, Janine walked over with a pair of high heels. She said,”I think I guessed your size correctly,” as Kari slipped them on. Janine turned to leave and said, “Follow me.” They went out to the hallway to an elevator. Kari wondered when she would get a dress to wear. They exited on the top floor, where Janine led her to a room with double doors. Kari hoped this was where they kept their wardrobe department. The doors swung open and they stepped into a large room, filled with well-dressed men and women milling about with wine and cocktail glasses. Kari stopped and gasped. Monsieur Boulanger was standing close by; he walked to her, held her hand up, and said, “Ladies and gentlemen, I give you…Kari Kaimana.” Everyone applauded. As Boulanger led her up to a small stage near the back, he whispered, “I hope you don’t mind remaining naked. This is sort of a promotional event. Your pictures and an article about you are going to be in our company’s internal publications.” They got to mid-stage, and then Boulanger told everyone about her win at the tournament, and how she was surfing nude to honor her Hawaiian ancestors, and had agreed to continue for the rest of the surfing season under their sponsorship. He said she was the perfect combination of beauty and athleticism to really showcase Bronzée Solaire products. He added that tomorrow she was going to have a photo shoot to pose for promotional photos with their products. She got another round of applause. Boulanger let go of her hand and said, “Now, let’s everyone enjoy the party.” A waiter approached with a tray of champagne. Kari took one and muttered, “Oh yeah, I’m gonna need a lot of these…” She left the stage when she saw Jessie and Mona standing nearby. “Kari, you look beautiful,” Jessie beamed. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in heels.” “Yeah, I usually only wear them at weddings.” Mona hooked arms with Kari, and then Jessie did with the other, and Mona said, “Well, let‘s go to the hors d’oeuvres table.” Walking through the crowd, Kari was stopped repeatedly by the company’s employees, all wanting a photo with her. Kari thought, ‘Sure, what’s another hundred more nude pictures of me out there…‘. The feeling of them moving in close to her with their clothed arms against her skin just made her feel even more naked. The company’s staff photographers were wandering about as well, so she never knew when someone could be taking her picture. After an hour, Janine brought Kari back on the small stage. The rear wall had a muted purple curtain hanging from ceiling to floor. The company photographers were there, trying to get the CEO and his staff to line up and smile. Boulanger motioned to Kari and pointed at the space beside him. She reluctantly walked over and got in the line. She gave her best smile as the flashes went off repeatedly. Once they were finished, they repeated the process for the other top brass in their Hawaii office — the CFO and her staff, the VP of R&D and his staff, and the VP of IT and her staff. It seemed everyone wanted a souvenir of her visit. Afterward, as they walked toward the elevators, Boulanger thanked her warmly for putting up with the promotional photos. “I may have the one you took with me enlarged to life-size and mounted in the lobby.” Kari was not thrilled at the thought. He continued, “Now remember, tomorrow we will be sending a limousine for you at noon. Our photo shoot should not last more than 4 hours.” The three women took the limo from B. S. Internationale to their hotel. Kari slipped the ID back on and walked into the lobby. The concierge was behind the main desk. She said cheerily, “Kari, congratulations on your win!” She smiled back and said, “Thanks.” ***** Back in the hotel, Jessie watched as Kari plopped down on the arm of the sofa, arms dangling loosely and her head slumped forward. She guessed it was the combination of the physical workout of the tournament, the stress of doing it naked, and a few too many glasses of champagne earlier. She knew from experience that her friend could sleep in that position if she were tired enough. She helped her up and guided her to the shower. “Kari, let’s get you a shower and then get you to bed, okay?” Once in the shower, Kari was still out of it, standing unmoving under the stream of water. Jessie mumbled, “I guess there’s only one way to get her to finish.” Jessie stripped off her clothes and got into the large shower. She turned Kari around so she was thoroughly wet and then swapped places with her. She handed her the soap and say, “C’mon, soap up your front.” Kari did, but half-heartedly. Finally, Jessie took the soap from her, turned her around, and said, “Let me wash your back.” Kari folded her arms against the far wall and laid her head against them, and stuck her butt out a bit. Jessie soaped up her shoulders, admiring how strong they felt, and then down her back, massaging her muscles and elicting a few quiet moans from Kari. Jessie paused, looking at Kari’s butt. She kneeled down and soaped up her hands and started washing and massaging her friend’s left cheek. Kari responded by rocking her hips and humming appreciatively, which encouraged Jessie to continue. She marveled at how full and strong it was. She moved to the right one and started kneading it, eliciting new moans and happy noises from Kari. She moved her hands down to Kari’s left thigh, which made her friend shift her weight to her right leg and bend her left knee. Jessie rubbed her hands in long firm strokes down the muscles of her thigh. Jessie knew that strong leg muscles were a trait that most surfers developed. She surprised herself when she thought how nice these thighs would feel wrapped tight around her. She finished washing her friend’s legs and, after a quick rinse for herself, guided Kari out of the shower. She toweled herself and her friend off, and then led her by the hand to Kari’s bedroom. She got her tucked in and was about to leave when, much to her surprise, Kari reached out and grabbed her hand. “Jessie, please stay,” Kari said, tugging on her hand slightly. Jessie paused, and Kari said, “Please. I don’t want to sleep alone…” She saw her friend scoot back toward the far edge of her bed, sweeping the covers away, and patting her hand on the mattress. Jessie hesitated, knowing that this was what she had fantasized about, what she really wanted, but not really quite trusting that it was happening. Finally, the inviting look on Kari’s face convinced her, and she slipped into bed next to her beautiful friend. Jessie lay on her back as Kari laid her head on her chest. Jessie felt her slide in closer so she could wrap her arms around her, and throw her leg over Jessie’s thigh. She felt Kari hug her tight, nuzzle her breast, and hum softly. After a few minutes, Jessie was able to relax and appreciate her circumstances. She was naked in bed with the woman she loved more than anyone in the world. She could feel Kari’s soft breath flowing over her breast, making her areola shrink and her nipple stick out. She decided that she finally had to tell Kari how she felt, how much she cared for her…how much she loved her. She mustered up the courage to say, “Kari…” Kari obliged by nuzzling her breast and hummed. “Kari…I…love you. I always have, from the first day I saw you…” Jessie knew that her confession was a game-changing momemt — if Kari felt the same, they’d have a romantic relationship that she had longed for. If she didn’t — Jessie hoped that wasn’t going to happen… Jessie waited, feeling her friend’s soft breath on her breast, waiting for her answer. She got an answer of sorts, in the form of her beautiful friend’s faint snoring.

Showing my Sister by Vanessa Evans Part 01 There is something about the relationship between Mary and her older brother Zack that you just can’t put your finger on. Usually they are just like your average brother and sister but sometimes there’s something between them that I’m having real trouble describing. I’ve considered words like atmosphere, tone, energy, connection, karma, love, admiration, conveyance and vibe, not none of them correctly describe what is invisibly there. The thing is, whenever Zack tells Mary to do something, she just does it. She never questions the order, she just does it. She knows that she is doing what she is told and will talk about doing it with Zack but to other people she never says, “Zack told me to do it,” it is always, “I don’t know why I did it. I just did it.” This all started when Mary was 10 and Zack was 13 when Zack jokingly told Mary to wash his bike. Zack fully expected Mary to refuse and tell him to get lost but she didn’t, she got out the hosepipe and a sponge and washed off all the mud that had accumulated on it when Zack and his mates had been riding through the woods. Zack was dumbfounded, I mean what boy’s little sister would do that for him, its just crazy, but Mary had done it without questions or complaints, even smiling at Zack when the job was done. Zack quizzed Mary afterwards, asking her what she’d broken in his room, what she wanted from him, and other such things, but all she said was that she wanted nothing in return. A few days later Zack was still trying to work out what Mary wanted from him, they were home alone for a couple of hours so Zack thought that he’d experiment to see if it was a one-off or what. He told her to go and get him a glass of juice and a biscuit, and she did, no questions and nothing in return. Zack was still puzzled so he thought that he’d tell her to something outrageous. He told her to take her dress off and only put it back on when she heard their parents return. Zack was totally amazed when Mary did just that, leaving her playing with her toys wearing just her cotton knickers and training bra and acting like it was a normal thing to do. Zack just didn’t understand what was wrong with his sister. He considered talking to his mother about it but he didn’t want to risk Mary or him getting into trouble. Over the next days and weeks Zack kept trying to work out why Mary was acting like that, and only with him. Okay, she always did what their parents told her, but usually refused to do the silly things that her friends told her to do. Zack eventually forgot about it and they continued like your average brother and sister. It wasn’t until Mary was 18 and at college, and their parents were out shopping one Saturday that Zack got reminded of those incidents all those years ago. Mary was in the shower and she had forgotten to lock the bathroom door when Zack walked in to go for a pee. Mary was behind the shower curtain with the water pouring down on her when she realised that someone was in the room with her. The shower curtain was white so the couldn’t see who it was so she screamed. Zack stopped walking to the toilet and said, “Relax Mary, it’s only me.” Mary stuck just her head round the side of the curtain, saw Zack and said, “Get out Zack, you shouldn’t be in here.” “You didn’t lock the door.” “But I’m naked.” “Are you?” “Of course I am, I’m having a shower, get out.” Zack suddenly remembered Mary always doing as he told her so he thought that he’d see if he still had whatever power it was still worked on Mary so he said, “Show me.” A spilt second later the shower curtain opened and Zack saw his not so little sister in all her glory. She was just standing there with one hand on the shower curtain and the other by her side. “You look good sis, turn around and let me see your butt.” Mary let go of the curtain and turned. “Cute little butt sis. Finish your shower, get dried then come outside to the back yard and bring a beer for me. Loose the towel and don’t put any clothes on.” Mary turned and got on with her shower. Zack couldn’t believe his luck and he had trouble having the pee that he went in there for. As he washed his hands he looked to his sister, she was soaping her arms and the curtain was still wide open. “Crunch time.” Zack thought as he went back outside and sat where he had been before. Five minutes later out walked Mary, totally naked and with a bottle of beer in her hand. “Thank you Mary, have a seat and enjoy the sun.” Mary did and they talked for ages and about all sorts of things with Zack getting glimpses of his little sister’s tits, bald pubes and the front of her slit. Zack was just thinking about telling her to go and get him another beer when he heard their parents car enter their drive. “Go and put your bikini on Mary.” Zack said. Mary stood up, turned and went into the house with Zack looking at her cute butt as she walked. Zack stood as well and went to see if his parents needed a hand carrying anything and when they didn’t he went back to the chair and enjoyed the sun. Five minutes later Mandy was back, and she was wearing her bikini. “This is weird.” Zack thought, and he again tried to work out what the hell it was that was causing Mary to do whatever he told her. Mary spread the towel that she was carrying on the grass and lay on it on her back with Zack watching her and still trying to work out what the hell was going on. Ten minutes later their mother came out and told Mary that she should have gone to the beach saying that it’s much better sunbathing on the beach than the back garden. “Can I borrow daddy’s car tomorrow please?” Mary asked. “He needs it tomorrow but I’m sure that Zack will drive you there won’t you Zack? Maybe spend the day together at the beach.” Zack thought for a second then said, “Sure, why not, I haven’t been to the beach for ages.” It’s only about 30 minutes to the really nice beach that is out in the middle of nowhere with a car park at one end and at the end of the dead-end road that goes there. Zack’s mind started to go into overdrive. Although they’d been there lots of times when they were kids he’d recently heard a rumour that some people sunbathed naked there. Could he get Mary to strip naked there? His shorts started to change shape as he thought about his sister naked on the beach. Would there be lots of people there who would see her? Could he tell her to masturbate on the beach in front of some strangers. Poor Zack had to start thinking about something else to avoid having an accident in his shorts. He thought about it some more in bed that night and had to use some tissues to avoid leaving his mother some tell-tail signs when she changed the sheets. At breakfast the next morning their mother asked if they were going to the beach for the day. Mary looked at Zack who looked at Mary and said, “Yes we are, probably stay there all day unless the weather breaks.” “Okay,” their mother said, “don’t forget to take some sunblock and a snack for lunch.” With that their mother and father got up and left them. When they were doing the washing up Zack said, “Put on your shortest dress Mary, and don’t bother with any underwear.” Mary smiled and said, “Yes Zack.” Thirty minutes later Zack’s car was reversing out of the drive with Mary sat beside him. She was indeed wearing an old summer dress that was quite short and her pokey nipples told him that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Zack felt his cock stir. Thirty minutes later the car was pulling into the car park. It was still only mid morning and there wasn’t a lot of cars there but Zack suspected that that would change as the day wore on. When they got out of the car they went to the back of the car to get their belongings. Zack opened it and Mary bent over to put the things that had fallen out of the bag back in before lifting it out. Zack had taken advantage of the unexpected situation to take a step back and look to see if Mary’s dress had ridden up. It had, and he could see her bald pussy between her cheeks. His cock stirred again. They walked the short distance to the beach with Zack trying to decide if he wanted them to sunbathe near the path between the car park and the beach, or in the dunes a little way along. Zack decided near the path and he looked around for a spot and walked over to it. He reckoned that people walking from the car park would easily see what he hoped would be the naked Mary. “Let’s stop here for a while Mary, we can maybe move to the dunes later.” “Okay Zack.” Mary replied and they put their bags down and spread their towels. Mary was just starting to unbutton her dress when Zack said, “Don’t bother with the bikini Mary, you’ll only end up with tan lines.” “Okay.” Mary said and continued taking off her dress leaving her stood there totally naked. “You look good sis.” Zack said as they both lay down, Mary on her back and Zack on his stomach to hide the bulge in his shorts. They were silent for a while, Zack watching the handful of people arriving and looking at Mary as they passed quite close to them. Poor Zack, his brain just could not work out why Mary was acting the way that she was. Nude on a beach just wasn’t the Mary that he grew up with, was it really possible that he had some magical power over her? About an hour later Mary turned over then asked Zack to put some sunblock on her back. There was no way that he was going to refuse so he got up onto his knees and started up by her shoulders. As he worked his way down her back Zack said,. “You do want me to do your butt don’t you Mary?” “Yes, of course, all over.” Zack rubbed the sunblock all over her butt and into the crack. As he started on her thighs her legs opened a bit and he thought, “Well she did say all over.” And his hands slid up to her pussy. As soon as he touched it she moaned and spread her legs some more. “You like that don’t you Mary?” “Yes.” Zack continued massaging the sunblock into every nook and cranny of her pussy, concentrating on the best parts, and soon she was cumming, right there on the beach with people walking by. What’s more she wasn’t holding back in the vocal department and people really stared at her and Zack. Zack moved down her thighs then let her just lay there with her eyes closed. He wondered if she’d gone to sleep. A short while later she jumped a little then turned over. “You do want your front doing now Mandy, don’t you?” “Yes Zack.” This was it, Zack had been invited to rub sunblock on her front and he wasn’t going to miss even one square millimetre. Before long Mary was moaning again as Zack massaged her breasts, paying lots of attention to her nipples. Her breathing was getting heavier and her moans were getting louder and more frequent. Things died down a little as he left her breasts but built up again as he got closer to her pussy. Her legs automatically opened as Zack’s fingers found her vulva. When he found her clit and started rubbing it she had her second orgasm of the day, again a loud one with her body jerking to the spasms and convulsions. Zack moved down from her pussy to cover her legs then left her to soak up the sun and maybe absorb what had just happened. Later Zack got restless so he told Mary to go for a walk with him. She got up and they walked the whole length of the beach and back with her not showing any signs of embarrassment as they walked, passing couples, singles and families, about a quarter of them being as naked as she was. When they got back to their towels Zack decided that he was going to try to push her limits some more by showing her off in the small town that was a few miles down the road. “Don’t lay down again Mary, collect your things, we’re going to the town to get something to eat.” “Okay,” Mary said, and picked up her dress to put it on. “Don’t put that back on until we get to the car Mary.” “Okay.” Mary got a couple of strange looks as they walked back to the car, Zack having told her not to cover her pussy with the bag she was carrying. At the back of the car Mary had just put her dress on when Zack stopped her and told her to unbutton the dress from the hem up to her pubic bone and to pull the elasticated top down so that her nipples were peeking over the top. Again, Mary did it without even blinking. Just as Zack was about to start the car he turned to Mary and said, “Take your shoes off and put your feet on the dash, well apart, and play with your pussy. We’re not getting out until you’ve cum.” Her bare feet were soon up on the dash and her right hand was rubbing her pussy. She was still like that when Zack pulled into a little car park in the town. Zack deliberately parked the car near the entrance / exit where people were coming and going and reminded Mary that they weren’t getting out of the car until she’d cum, her fingers having stopped rubbing and her knees closed. Her knees opened again and her fingers got busy again as Zack wound down the windows so that people could hear her as well as see her. About 3 minutes later Mary got a few stares as people walking by looked to see where the moaning was coming from. Orgasm over and Mary being coherent again, Zack told Mary to get out of the car. When they both went to the front of the car Zack looked at Mary and told her to lower her dress so that her areolas were visible. Then he told her to hold the sides of the skirt part of her dress and pull it apart. She did and he could just see her slit. He wasn’t quite happy and he told her to undo another button. Telling her to pull apart the sides of the dress again so he could see all of her bald pubes, and he was happy. “Let go of your dress.” She did and it fell back and covered her. Then he told her to stay where she was whilst he walked away, then to follow him when he waved to her. He wanted to see how far her dress opened when she walked and was happy when he got glimpses of her slit as she approached him. “Good, come on Mary, your legs look good.” Mary smiled at him and they walked side by side to the main street of the town, Zack looking at the people they approached to see if they noticed Mary’s flashing. Only 1 young man noticed and he elbowed his mate to let him know. Zack smiled as the 2 young men stared at Mary’s slit until the 2 pairs passed each other. Zack decided to push Mary a little more, wondering if his instruction to expose 1 nipple would reach Mary’s limit and she’d object. It didn’t and they continued walking with 1 of Mary’s rock hard nipples on display. They came to a cafe that had setup business in a vacant shop and Zack decided to get something to eat and drink. Going in Zack directed Mary to a table in 1 of the big windows and to a chair where she could look out onto the street. When they sat down Zack told Mary to keep her knees shoulder width apart. She did and from where he was stood he could see her bald pubes, slit, 1 full, hard nipple and part of the areola round the other nipple. Satisfied, he sat at the other side of the table where he could see the people walking by, and, if he turned his head, everyone in the cafe. It wasn’t long before the cafe’s waiter went over to them. He was a middle-aged man and he quickly saw what was on display. Not saying anything about what he saw, he took their order without looking at either of their faces. Whilst they waited, Zack tried to quiz Mary about why she always did what he told her, even if it meant that she was exposing parts of her body that had never seen daylight before. His efforts were as fruitless as the previous times that he’d quizzed her, Mary just saying, “Because you’re my brother and it’s only right that I do what you tell me.” “Even if it means that you are exposing your pussy or little tits?” Zack asked. “There’s no need for me to be embarrassed if you are telling me to do it.” “So if any of my mates told you to strip you’d do it Mary?” “No, they aren’t my brother.” “What if I told you to do what they say?” “Then I would.” “Even strip naked?” “If you had told me to do what they told me to do, yes.” “Even if our parents were in the same room?” “If you had told me to do what they told me to do, yes.” The conversation continued until their food and drinks arrived without Zack learning anything about the reason for her unusual behaviour. As they ate Zack decided to push her even more and he asked, “So if I told you to give me a blowjob would you do it?” “If you told me to, yes.” “And if I told you that I was going to fuck you would you let me?” “If you told me to, yes.” Zack was silent for ages as he contemplated the idea of fucking his little sister. They left the cafe as Zack realised that he hadn’t even looked to see if anyone from the street had seen Mary’s slit. What he did know was that no one in the cafe had said anything about Mary’s exposure. Feeling more confident, Zack told Mary to undo the remaining buttons on the skirt part of her dress and was annoyed with himself for not telling her to wear a dress that buttoned all the way from top to bottom. They walked on with Mary flashing her bald pubes and slit with every step that she took. Further down the road Zack saw an ice cream van. He could see a man leaning out and handing a cone to a young girl and Zack decided to let the man see Mary’s nipples. As they got close Zack told Mary to pull the elasticated top of her dress down so that it ended below her nipples. Without any hesitation Mary did so, then turned to Zack to let him see that she had done as he had instructed. Zack put his hands out and pulled and twisted Mary’s nipples leaving them like new pencil erasers. Then he gave Mary some money and told her to go and join the serving queue the ask for 2 x 69s with flakes. “You mean 99s don’t you Zack?” Mary asked. “I want 99s but ask for 69s Mary.” “Okay.” Mary joined the queue and Zack went to the side where he could see the serving man’s face. The 2 young men in front of Mary in the queue were totally unaware that the young woman behind them was displaying her nipples and Zack smiled as he thought what they would do if the turned and realised. As soon as the man looked down on Mary to hear what she wanted he saw her nipples. Zack could tell that by the expression on the man’s face. “Sorry luv, what was it you wanted?” “2 x 69’s with flakes please.” “Do you mean 99’s?” “Yes, 69’s please, with flakes.” Zack saw the man smiling. He also saw that Mary’s nipples appeared to have got a little bigger. The man got the cones, all of the time glancing over to Mary to see her nipples and Zack wondered if the man was wondering if Mary knew what was on display. The man passed the 99’s to Mary and she held them in one hand whilst passing the money with her other hand. The man fumbled passing the change to Mary and a pound coin dropped to the floor outside the van and rolled behind and to one side of Mary. She stepped back behind the coin then squat down to pick it up. The man watched as the skirt part of Mary’s dress opened and fell outside her thighs. Of course her knees were wide open and Zack saw the man smile as he saw Mary’s bald pubes and her slit. Zack smiled as much as the man did, even though he couldn’t see Mary’s bald pubes. From there they walked back to the car, Mary’s dress opening with every step that she took, making her slit and bald pubes visible to everyone walking towards them along with her nipples that were still stopping the dress from sliding back over her tits. Before the car set off on the journey home Zack told Mary to take her dress off and they drove home with Mary sitting there the same as she would have if she’s had her dress on. Each time they passed a vehicle Zack looked over to the driver to see if he/she had noticed Mary. None had. Zack told Mary to put her dress on only when the car was driving down their street. One of the first things that Zack did when they got back was to go online and order Mary a laser depilator. He never wanted to see any stubble on Mary’s pubes and pussy again. When it arrived he told Mary that she had to use it straight away and to read and follow the instructions about checking and using it whenever required. ****** A few weeks later, as summer was approaching, Zack and Mary’s parents dropped a bombshell that made Zack very happy. Their parents were going on a 3 week cruise. Zack’s brain was in overdrive trying to think about ways that he could show his sister naked. He would have to go to work those 3 weeks but his sister would be at home alone during the day. Whilst thinking about that he wondered if he could get Mary away from their parents on a holiday somewhere hot for a week or two. He thought that the odds were good because Mary hadn’t said anything about going away herself. He made a mental note to book a couple of weeks holiday at work the next day. Back to his parent’s cruise, they were going away the weekend before Mary’s college packed-up for the summer and his first thought was that he’d send her to college wearing no underwear and a really short skirt. “Give the guys in her class something to drool over,” he thought. Then he thought of an additional thing to tell her to do, tell her to flash her pussy to a teacher or other member of her class whenever she got the opportunity. Satisfied with that idea he moved on to a party. A party for him and his mates and get Mary to be the only girl there, the only naked girl there. Thinking of Mary being naked at home he decided that he would keep Mary naked for all the time that their parents were away, apart from when she had to go to college, or go to the shops. Zack decided to stop there, before he creamed his pants just thinking about the fun that he was going to have. ****** The next day he booked a couple of weeks holiday from his plumbing job and that evening he did some research on holidays around the Mediterranean. Places that had nude beaches and reputation for wild nights. ****** A couple of days later when all the family were at home Zack asked his parents about their cruise. His mother was keen to tell Zack and Mary all about where they would be going. After letting her drone on for quite a while Zack said, “I’ve got a couple of weeks holiday coming up a week after you get back. I was thinking of going somewhere round the Mediterranean, spend a couple of weeks on the beaches.” “Are you going with some of your mates?” Zack’s father asked. “That was the original plan but none of them could get the time off so I might just go on my own.” “That won’t be much fun Zack,” his mother said, “Mary, are you planning on going away anytime over the summer break?” “No mum.” “There you go then, you two can go together.” “I don’t know that that’s such a good idea mother,” Zack said, “we might only be able to get a double room this late.” “Most holiday hotels in that part of the world sell a room with 2 single beds next to each other as a double room. I’m sure that you two would be able to manage without any embarrassing moments. What do you say Mary?” “Anyone for a cup of tea?” Zack asked, “Mary, come and give me a hand.” Mary followed Zack into the kitchen, and whilst the kettle was boiling Zack told Mary that she was to tell her mother that she thought that they’d manage with just one room and that they could get changed in the bathroom. Ten minutes later Zack was on his computer looking at some of the potential holidays that he’d previously found. He called his parents and Mary to the computer and showed them to everyone. “I can’t afford any of those, I haven’t go a job.” Mary said. “Don’t you worry about that Mary.” Her mother said, “We can’t have you being the only one who can’t go on a holiday, your father and I will pay for you won’t we father?” “Yes darling.” Then Zack’s mother spotted a topless girl in one of the photos of the hotel pool. “Oh, I don’t think that you two should be going there, there’s a girl without her bikini top on.” “Don’t worry mother,” Mary said, “I’m sure that my big brother will stop me from doing anything that I shouldn’t be doing.” “That’s right mum,” Zack added, “I’ll make sure that she does everything that I tell her.” Zack was happy and he booked the holiday right then. Later, when he was alone with Mary he said, “You’ll love it there Mary, a lively resort with a nudist beach just up the road.” “And I’m guessing that that’s where you will take me every day Zack.” “No, some days you will lounge around the hotel pool and let the people there see your naked body.” “There will probably be little kids there Zack.” “No there won’t, it’s an ‘adults only’ hotel. There will be no kids for their parents to get upset about you being naked.” “And the kids on the beaches.” “I doubt very much that the kids will give a damn about anyone being naked, it’s just their parents that get upset.” ****** The next couple of weeks dragged for Zack then finally his parents were wheeling their suitcases out to the taxi. Both Zack and Mary waved them off the Mary went to her room. Zack had other plans for her. When he found her in her room Zack went in and said, “Mary,” Zack said, “whilst our parents are away there’s a few things that you need to do differently.” “Like what?” “Firstly, whilst you are at home you will be naked all of the time, and that includes if we have any visitors. Secondly, whenever you go out you will not wear underwear, you will also not wear trousers, jeans, tights or shorts and your skirts will be no longer that 8 cm below your pussy.” “Does that include college? Because I still have 3 days left there.” “Yes Mary, it does include college. I’m glad that you mentioned college Mary, you will decide what you will wear on each of those days, the night before and you will seek my approval for what you want to wear.” “Okay.” “Thirdly, the being naked all the time here includes the back garden, and if it is a sunny day, and you have nothing better to do, you will sunbathe out there naked so that you get an all-over tan ready for our holiday. Fourthly, when you go to bed you will sleep on top of the duvet, leaving your bedroom door open.” “Okay.” “Do you have any problem with any of these things Mary?” “No, if that’s what you want me to do then that is what I will do. Should I take my clothes off now Zack?” “Do you have to go out for anything?” “No.” “Then strip right now.” “Yes Zack.” “Good, I’m glad that we are on the same page.” Zack was really looking forward to the next 3 weeks and he’d already arranged for a few of his mates to come over that evening for a bit of a party. Both siblings went about their normal day until early afternoon when Zack told Mary to put on a dress and shoes because they were going to the supermarket. Being a reasonably warn day, Mary came out wearing a summer dress. Mary’s nipples told Zack that she wasn’t wearing a bra but the dress wasn’t thin enough for him to be able to see if she was wearing knickers. “Lift the front of your dress Mary, I need to check that you aren’t wearing any knickers.” Mary did and Zack was pleased when he saw her slit and bald pubes. “Good girl, come on, let’s go.” Fifteen minutes later Zack was pushing a trolley round the supermarket and Mary was filling it with what every Zack told her. Needless to say that Zack had her bending over quite a lot although her goodies weren’t on display because of the length of her dress. During the drive home Zack said, “Mary, after we’ve got the food sorted for the party, we will go through all you skirts and dresses, you will put on the ones that I tell you and I will decide by how much you will shorten them.” They did, and they did, Zack explaining that 2 of skirts were to be shortened more at the front than at the back. The fronts being so short that anyone walking up to her would be able to see her slit. Then Zack told Mary to start on the shortening work. Mary got stuck into the dressmaking work and didn’t realise that it was getting into the evening until she heard the boisterous voices of some young men. Coincidentally, at the same time, Zack was thinking that it was about time that he introduced his younger sister to some of his work colleagues that had never met her before, and he was sure that the other guys that were there would also want to get re-acquainted with her. Zack went to Mary’s room and told her to stop working on the skirt that was on the sewing machine, and to make a blindfold out of some of the off-cuts that were piled on the floor. Not asking what Zack wanted a blindfold for, Mary got to work and 10 minutes later there she was modelling the blindfold. Zack tried a few things to make sure that she couldn’t see anything. “Shall I get back to finishing the skirt I was working on Zack?” “No Mary, you’ve done enough work for today, it’s time for you to have some fun, keep the blindfold on and come with me.” Mary didn’t object when Zack led her down the stairs and into the lounge where half a dozen of his mates were drinking. The room went silent as soon as Mary walked in wearing nothing but the blindfold and with her hands beside her hips. “Fucking hell Zack, who is this?” “Everyone,” Zack shouted, “this is my little sister Mary. Tonight she is here to please your eyes, and only your eyes. None of you will fuck any of her 3 holes. And, she needs to keep the blindfold on at all times so if you are talking to her you can give her a false name and tell her that you are a billionaire if you want to. It you want, you may photograph or video her, but please guys, this is for your pleasure, not for everyone around the world to see, so keep it private.” Turning to face Mary Zack continued, “Mary, my sweet little sister, you will not attempt to take the blindfold off even if you think that you recognise the voice of the person talking to you and you want to confirm your suspicions. Oh, and the guys here include some of my friends, some of my work colleagues, some of your college mates and a couple of your girlfriend’s boyfriends.” “Oh gawd, really Zack, this is so embarrassing.” “It’s meant to be embarrassing Mary. But at the same time I’m guessing that you will find all this a big turn on so whenever you want to masturbate just do it wherever you are. And feel free to ask anyone if you can borrow their fingers or tongue.” Well, of course, just about all the guys wanted to talk to Mary, get a close-up look at her naked body and take some photos. It was like an ‘excuse me’ at an old fashioned dance as the guys tried to get to talk to her. Zack was always close by, watching her, not that he was worried for her, he wanted to see how she was reacting to all the clothed men talking to the naked her and her not being able to see any of them. Someone gave Mary a glass of something to drink and after a first sip she decided that it was the tequila that she had been told that it was, the rest of the drink disappeared quite quickly. Watching Mary was exciting for Zack as well. He found himself getting hard as Mary was getting turned on and touched. It took a while for any of the guys to find the courage to actually touch her, well that’s touching her to do more than turn her or direct her in one direction or another. It was one of Zack’s mates that actually touched a tit first. He used a finger and thumb to pinch a nipple causing Mary to gasp then moan. Zack could tell by the way her body relaxed when her nipple was pinched that she enjoyed it. If her nipples could have got any bigger they would have as more and more guys went over to her and had a play with them causing her to moan some more. When Mary had her first orgasm, Zack checked to see that no one was playing with her butt or pussy then was pleased that the cause of the orgasm was just the situation that she was in, and the fingers on her breasts. Zack had never before heard of a woman orgasming just by breast stimulation but he was pleased with the knowledge that his little sister could do that. At first it was only a couple of the guys closest to Mary that realised that she was cumming but one of them shouted, “SHE’S CUMMING.” And soon all eyes were on her as her fists clenched and her whole body shook. Zack was proud of his little sister. Zack lost count of the number of times she was asked why she was naked and doing what Zack told her and every time she replied with the same thing, “I don’t really know, I just felt like I should and Zack said that I should.” Shortly after that first orgasm people started eating (the buffet). It was only a small buffet as there weren’t that many people there and it started disappearing fast. A couple of the guys fed sausage rolls, vol-au-vents and cocktail sausages to Mary as she stood there trying to answer the questions that she was being asked. But overall, Mary was attracting less attention because of the food. That changed when all the food was gone and one of the guys suggested that Mary get up on the table. Quite quickly the table was cleared and Mary was lifted up and pushed down onto her back. By then everyone had had a good look and probably a play with her tits but she was now on her back and her bald pussy was attracting the eyes of everyone in the room. Before long hands were caressing every square millimetre of exposed skin, tits and pussy included. As hands caressed her pussy her legs unconsciously opened revealing a bit more skin that could be caressed. One of Zack’s friends said, “Zack, mate, you said that we couldn’t fuck her but you didn’t say that we couldn’t finger fuck her. So can we?” “You may use your fingers in any of her holes guys, just not your cocks.” Needless to say that all those hands got even busier and they easily brought Mary to first one, then a second, then a third orgasm, all in rapid succession. After that third one Zack told everyone to back-off for a while. Telling them that she needed a rest. Everyone did, going to what they originally expected to do when they arrived at the party, drink, talk and watch some football. Zack went over to Mary and asked if she was okay. “Yes, but I need a pee.” Zack told her that he would take her, reminding her to leave the blindfold where it was. “But how will I get up the stairs and into the bathroom?” “I said that I will take you Mary.” “Maybe I should get you a white cane.” Zack said as he directed her along the landing into the bathroom. “Planning on keeping this blindfold on me are you Zack? And are you going to put me on the toilet and watch me pee?” “Yes Mary, you’ve watched me pee so now I’m going to watch you.” And he did, Mary taking her time relaxing so that the pee would actually come out. When she’d finished he watched her grope for the toilet paper then wipe herself and then flush the toilet. “There Mary,” Zack said, “I think that you’d survive being blind.” “No thanks Zack, I don’t know how truly blind people survive.” “Neither do I, I don’t think that I could. Now, back to the table. If the football game is any good you might just be able to get some sleep.” “You’re kidding, I’m naked in a room with a dozen or so virile young men, no chance. Just thinking about it has got me wet already. Finger me and see for yourself, you might as well, everyone else here has.” There was no way that Zack was going to miss an opportunity like that so he did causing Mary to moan and the cum again. “Wow, you have a very sensitive pussy Mary.” “Put any girl in this situation and she’d be on the edge all the time brother, and can I take this blindfold off yet?” “No Mary, not until everyone has left. You are not to see any of their faces.” “Why?” “Because I want you to look at all my friends in the future, your male college mates and your girlfriends boyfriends and wonder if they had groped your naked body and made you cum.” “You know Zack, you can be a right bastard at times.” “I know, but you’ll do anything that I tell you to and that includes enjoying yourself. You can’t tell me that you’re not enjoying this evening.” “Yes I am enjoying it, even if it is so embarrassing and humiliating.” “And you’ll enjoy the next 3 week being naked all the time, apart from when you have to go out.” “I don’t want to do it, it’s going to be so embarrassing.” “But you’ll do it.” “If you tell me to do it.” “Good, now lets see if anyone wants some dessert, GUYS, WHO WOULD LIKE SOME DESSERT? SORRY BUT WE ONLY HAVE ONE FLAVOUR.” Zack shouted as he got Mary flat on her back on the table again. Mary automatically spreading her legs. There was actually 7 guys there other than Zack and each one of them, in turn, dragged themselves away from the TV to go and have their dessert, each one of them making Mary cum. By the time everyone left, Mary was exhausted. “You can clear-up tomorrow.” Zack said as he carried his little sister up to the shower, helped her shower, dried her and carried her to her bed before going back down to his mates. ******

Showing Off byScoob© Showing Off, Showing More and Showing Skill There must be something about the onset of summer. This time of year, as the temperature rises, my libido escalates, my daring side begins to awaken from its winter slumber and my exhibitionist tendencies emerge. As the calendar slips into June, most of my college classmates have left this college town for their summer roosts, leaving me and a few of my fellow students here amongst the year-round athletes, worker bees and assorted townies. It's a great time to be here. The traffic thins out, leaving ample room for us avid cyclists, runners and other athletic types to train and play with abandon. Everyone dons their warm-weather work-out clothes and bare skin replaces head-to-toe fleece. For me, the warm weather means I can begin wearing my skimpy shorts, tops, swim suits and other revealing summer clothes. Remember those exhibitionist tendencies I mentioned before? Ever since I started college -- I'm a senior now -- I've found a great deal of self-satisfaction and sexual excitement in capitalizing on opportunities to show off my body to unsuspecting people, mostly men. I'm not talking about blatant flashing, although my growing boldness may lead me to that activity. I have preferred more subtle methods. Let me take a minute to describe myself. I am 22 years old. 5 feet, 7 inches tall. I have long, straight brown hair that hangs down to the middle of my shoulder blades. As my height might lead you to guess, I am long and lean, but blessed with somewhat shapely curves in the right places. I have average-sized breasts. You know, enough to fill out a bra or bikini top, but not so much as to get in the way during a run or keep me from not wearing a bra. I've been told my ass is my finest asset, pun intended. I run or cycle at least three times a week and earn extra money by working three days a week as a personal trainer. I have a pierced belly button and a somewhat elaborate, but tasteful, tattoo in the middle of my back, right at about hip level. I work hard on my body, which may explain, in part, my desire for it to be admired by others. With the temperatures in the mid-80s these days, I have pulled my stock of short shorts, flattering sports bras, halter tops and assorted other small clothing items out of the back of my closet. I just made my annual switch to g-string thong underwear, leaving my regular panties and the panty lines they create in a box with the rest of my winter garb. Getting Ready to Greet the Summer I woke up this morning feeling quite horny and decided it was time to begin my summer series of shows. My first decision of the day was to break out a pair of scissors and a new razor to take care of the hair down there, if you know what I mean... After showering, I sat down on the edge of my bathtub and used the scissors to trim my pubic hair as short as I could get it. I then squirted a half dollar-sized glob of shaving gel into my left hand and rubbed it into my pubes, lathering it up nicely and completely covering my triangle of hair, as well as around my pussy lips and all the way up to my asshole. I took a brand new disposable razor in hand and made a first pass horizontally near the top of my triangle of hair. It took several passes before I had removed all the hair in each swath. I continued to work my way down my pubic area until I had removed all the hair above my actually pussy opening. Now I had to tackle the area around my pussy lips and the area from my pussy lips to just above my asshole. Carefully, I drew the razor vertically along each side of my pussy, slowly drawing the razor downward several times to remove all the hair. Then, with my other hand, I would hold each pussy lip in place as I carefully shaved off all the hair. When I finished, I noticed I had missed a tiny patch of hair just above the hood that covers my clit. I reached down with my right hand and lifted up on the skin just below my belly button with the flat of my hand. This provided easy access to the hair I had missed. A quick swipe of the still sharp razor removed the last of my pubic hair. Next came the peritoneum area, the area between my pussy and my asshole. This area was a bit hard to get at, since I couldn't see what I was doing. However, I wanted to be thorough, so I improvised. I took my bathroom mirror off the wall above my sink. I propped it up against the side of the tub, laid down on the floor with my back propped up on a rolled up towel and raised my bent legs up toward my chest. With my legs in the air, I had a perfect view of my now bare pussy and my little pink asshole, still surrounded by wisps of brown hair. I took some more shaving cream and rubbed it all over the new target area. First I removed all the hair from the peritoneum. Next, was the area surrounding my asshole. This was a bit tricky, since the puckered skin required patience and a steady hand, lest I repeatedly nick my self. With my asshole covered in shaving cream, I used my left hand to pull my left leg to the side, granting complete access to that side of my anus. I carefully drew the razor out from my hole and up my ass cheek, being sure to remove ever last hair. I did the same for the other side and the areas directly above and below my asshole. I then took a warm, wet washcloth and wiped the remaining shaving cream away. I closely examined my handiwork and found no missed hairs. My pussy and asshole were now completely bare.  Wanting to be totally thorough, I laid the bathroom mirror on the floor, squatted over it and closely studied my bald pussy. I used my finger tips to manipulate my pussy lips, taking care to examine each little nook and cranny. Not a stray hair to be seen. Done. Well, almost. All the activity around my pussy had turned me on, so with the mirror providing such a wonderful view of my special place, I slid two fingers in and out of my now-wet cunt, then focused on rubbing back and forth over my clit, which thanks to the shaving was easily accessible and in full view. It was such a turn on to masturbate with such a perfect view of my hand working my dripping wet pussy. The vivid view made me feel a bit naughty which greatly added to the excitement and ultimately a very quick trip to an intense orgasm. Now for the Luncheon Appointment Newly shaved and still horny as heck, I decided to go downtown to lunch, where all the 9-5ers gather, eat and wander over the lunch hour. To fit into such a nice setting, I needed to wear the right things. I started with a pair of tiny black g-string panties. With my now-shaved pussy, I could wear these tiny panties without nary a hair peeking out. I covered the g-string with a pair of small, skin-tight dark blue, cotton and spandex work-out shorts. These shorts look like a less-shiny pair of bicycle shorts, but are cut to a length that stops just at the place where my thighs meet my butt cheeks. The top of these shorts is cut low to hug my hips. On top I wore a thin, tight white work-out shirt. This body-hugging shirt is cut about three inches above my belly button, exposing my mid-rift and showing off the tattoo on my lower back. What I like especially about his outfit is twofold. One, the low-cut shorts ensures that some part of my sexy underwear is always showing, leaving no doubt to the average observer that I am wearing a thong, with a remarkably thin strip of material running right up from my gorgeous ass cheeks (sorry about the editorializing, but when you got it, you got it...). When I sit down and lean forward in these shorts, you can see the tiny strip of material emerging from my ass cheeks and tying in to the strings that snake over my hips and back down the front of my shorts. I know this turns guys on. There must be something about women and g-strings these days. The top is light and thin enough that one can just make out a nipple-sized dark circle on each breast. When my nipples are erect, which is quite often when I am dressed like this, the top draws even more leers than usual. In addition to being somewhat transparent, the top is very tight and clings snugly to my breasts, giving them just enough lift and support to highlight their size and nice round shape. Dressed in my lunchtime outfit, I headed downtown. Just before I was about to turn onto the main downtown sidewalk and join the throngs of lunching workers and tourists, I adjusted my shorts especially for my outing. I tugged down on each leg, positioning the shorts low on my hips. I hooked a thumb under each side of my g-string and hiked it up enough that it was plainly visible above the waist of my shorts. As I lifted it up, I could feel the tiny triangle of material that covered my crotch slip between my pussy lips. It was a bit uncomfortable, but became much less so as I walked and the material worked its way back and forth across my newly-shaved pussy. I looked down and could see my slit clearly outlined in the skin-tight shorts. I hadn't noticed that before. Ahhh, something else to show off! I decided to stop at Starbucks first. With iced coffee in hand, I grabbed a table next to the sidewalk outside. I sat down and leaned forward, putting my elbows on the table and hands around my iced coffee. People approaching on the sidewalk from behind would now be able to see the top half of my g-string thong exposed to them. They could see the top little strip of material emerging from my ass crack, and the two thin strings of material snaking up and over my exposed hips. I could feel the breeze on my half-exposed ass, and got increasingly turned on as I watched the reflection in the Starbucks window of men slowing and staring as they sauntered by me. As I finished my coffee, I nonchalantly pinched my nipples as I stood up to ensure they would provide additional focal points as I headed off for a stroll through downtown. I walked the three blocks through downtown, drawing an impressive number of leers. One time a guy was just staring at my chest as we both crossed a busy street. He wasn't altering his astonished stare one bit, so I reach up and put my hands on the outside of my breasts and pushed them together, trailing my fingers around the curve of the underside of my breasts as I dropped my hands again to my sides. I thought the poor guy was going to walk into a pole. Heading to the Hills As I left downtown, feeling somewhat flush from my little exhibitionist activity, I decided to go for a run before heading back home. I knew of a trail about half-mile from downtown that led up to a mountain overlook before winding back down to town, just a mile or so from my apartment. As I ran along the street, passing people along the way, I continued to get turned on knowing that my bouncing breasts were a surprising sight to people I was approaching, and my shapely ass was a welcome sight to those I had passed. By the time I hit the trail, I was getting somewhat sweaty. The thin white top was becoming nearly translucent with each new drop of perspiration. Good thing I was leaving pavement and the people behind. Given how exposed by breasts now were, I could get in trouble running around like that on the city streets.  I continued to make good time up the trail. It was getting steeper, which was forcing me to exert myself more, resulting in more and more sweat. After about 15 minutes of increasingly steep trail, I paused to catch my breath. I looked down at my chest and was surprised that my breasts were almost completely visible. I tweaked my nipples and started back up the hill. I heard voices as I approached a hairpin turn not far from the top. I could tell it was a man and a woman. As I approached the turn, I slid my shorts significantly further down my hips, so that they were, essentially, half-way down my ass, totally exposing my g-string. As I rounded the turn, I saw the couple. They were young, perhaps in their 20s, and headed down the trail right toward me. I stood up as straight as I could, thrusting out my chest, and jogged right by them. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see them both staring at my breasts bouncing up and down in my now see-through top. I was sure they would turn around as I ran by, glimpsing my almost fully-exposed ass as I scampered up the trail. Boy was I getting hot! I soon got to the top of this section of the trail, which emerges at an overlook off a windy mountain road. The overlook provides tourists with an excellent view of the town and surrounding valley. Being a perfect summer day, there were several cars parked in the overlook lot with numerous people milling around. I ran right through the overlook parking lot, still with breasts bouncing in my see-through top and my ass nearly exposed in my tiny g-string. I heard a couple of gasps and one whistle. I kept going and crossed the road, re-entering the woods on the other side. About 100 yards into the woods, I slowed down and began walking to rest a bit. As I did so, I had time to relax and enjoy the warm sun beating down on the back of my neck. Feeling remarkably horny, I decided to find a secluded spot, well off the trail for a little sunbathing and, perhaps, a chance to relieve some sexual tensions, if you know what I mean. Fun in the Sun A little way further in, I left the trail and started climbing up to a rock outcropping about 50 feet above the trail. I climbed hand-over-hand up the steep hillside. I could feel my tiny, tight shorts sliding further down my ass as I bent over to grab rocks, roots and other woody debris to pull myself up the hill. Finally I reached the rocks and found that they hid a nice flat grassy area just above them. The sun shone brightly on the area through a gap in the trees. Since it was above the trail, no one coming by could see me. I looked around carefully to make sure no one was around, or in my sight line. There was no one. Jumping straight into the fire, I quickly slid off my shorts, stepped out of them and tossed them on a rock. Now clad only in my tiny g-string panties and light top, I was even more excited. For some reason, standing nearly naked in the great outdoors made me feel flushed and even more horny that before.  I grabbed the sides of the panties and again lifted them up above my hips, pulling the thin material up between my pussy lips. I looked down, admiring the look of my shaved pussy lips protruding from either side of the black material wedged in my slit. I ran my fingers across my smooth lips, thinking about the whole shaving experience and how naughty it made me feel to have a totally smooth private area. I then hooked my fingers under the sides of my panties and slid them off over my hips and stepped out of them. Next, I peeled off my sweaty shirt and draped it on a rock next to me. Standing there, totally nude, surrounded by pine trees with the sun beating down on me, I felt a rush of excitement. What an incredible feeling. I found a relatively flat rock and laid down on it, soaking in the sun and thinking about how sexy this felt. My hand made its way down to my shaved pussy and I again began to masturbate, as a breeze blew across my sweaty body. Just as I was nearing orgasm, I heard voices on the trail below me. I quickly withdrew my hand from my crotch and moved into position to peer over the rocks to the trail below. The same couple I had passed on the trail before were noe standing directly below my rock outcropping. The guy was pointing up to the rocks and saying something I couldn't make out. Then, the woman left the trail and began climbing up toward me, the guy following her and helping her get up the steep terrain. I looked over to where my clothes were draped on rocks, about 20 feet from where I had been laying. Obviously, the clothes were well out of reach and there was no way I could get to them without being seen and/or heard. I was near panic. What should I do? I was totally naked and two strangers would be peeking over the rocks in a matter of 30 seconds. Shit! Sometimes You Just Have to Go With It In a sudden rush of excitement, I decided what to do. Nothing. I would just lay down and see what happens. I felt relatively safe, since it was a man and a woman. I crept back over to my sunbathing rock and laid back down. The way the rock was positioned, my feet were pointing in the direction from which the man and woman would appear over the rocks. Now feeling more comfortable with my exhibitionist decision, I bent my knees, feet flat on the rock and parted my legs just enough that they would have a clear view of my shaved pussy. I ran my hands over my breasts and pinched my nipples so they would be erect when the couple got their first look at me. Just as I lay my arms at my side, I heard a grunt and saw the woman appear over the rock face. She stood up and almost immediately saw me. She gasped and quickly turned around. I heard her companion ask what was wrong. She said, "There's somebody up here." The guy responded with a "so what?" and quickly climbed up over the edge. He too let out an audible gasp, but didn't avert his gaze anywhere near as quick as the woman did. He stammered something about being sorry for disturbing me. He grabbed his wife's elbow (I noticed a wedding band) and turned to head back down to the trail. "That's alright," I said in as firm and confident of a voice as I could muster. "Stay. I don't mind at all. The couple looked at each other and then looked at me. Both of them let their gaze linger much longer this time, eyes flashing with uncertainty as sexual tension seemed to grow almost palpable. They both sort of shrugged and the guy said, "Okay." They sat down on a rock and fidgeted, not know what to do with themselves. I decided that since I initiated this strange situation, I should make a valiant attempt to break the ice. So, I stood up, strode over to them and extended a hand. "Hi, I'm Kai. I don't usually lay around the woods naked, but for some reason, it seemed like the thing to do today. We all shook hands as Tom and Kate introduced themselves. The only other thing I could think to say is, "Sorry, but this is really turning me on." Kate smiled knowingly and looked down at her husband's crotch. "I think it's turning Tom on to," she said as she put her hand on the newly constructed tent in his flimsy running shorts. Tom turned a bit red. Feeling much more emboldened after Kate's light-hearted reaction, I reached down, still standing there in front of them, and sensually cupped my shaved crotch with my right hand and ran my middle finger back and forth just inside my moist pussy. Kate's eyes were fixated on my shaved pussy and the activity taking place down there. Tom was too. "Have you always shaved everything off down there," she asked with a nod of her head toward my crotch. "No, just shaved for the first time today," I relied. "It's very sexy," she said. I was surprised by her candor and noticed she was massaging Tom's obviously hard dick through the material of his shorts. "I trim and shave down there too, but not as much as you did," she said still staring at my crotch.  "Really," I said, "Let me see." I surprised myself with that comment, but she didn't miss a beat and said, "OK." She stood up and slid off her shorts. She was wearing a thong too. Not nearly as skimpy as my g-string, but still very sexy. Before I could assess much more, she slipped it off too, stood up and pulled her t-shirt off over her head. Now clad in only a sports bra, she whipped it off too. Man, this girl was as, if not more, bold than I was. Now poor Tom was sitting there, hard as a rock, surrounded by two totally nude women.  "See," Kate said as she looked down at her pussy and kind of compressed her upper thighs with her hands to improve the view of her crotch. Her pubic hair was trimmed very close to the skin and she had shaved all the hair off around the sides of her pussy. "This allows me to wear just about any bathing suit I want to," she said as she too slipped a finger between her pussy lips. I watched her finger sliding in and out of her slit as I continued wagging my middle finger inside my own pussy. Tom was looking back and forth at his wife and at the total stranger standing naked in front of him. "Wow," was seemingly all he could say. He then stood and quickly stripped off his own clothes without saying a word.  Seeing the Forest for the Tease The three of us stood facing one another. What a sight this must have been. Two naked women fondling their pussies and one guy gently massaging his erect cock while standing in the middle of the woods. I began to ask myself how far I wanted this to go. I decided there was no way I would have sex with Tom. I didn't know him and wasn't prepared for intercourse. Just as I completed that thought, Kate asked if she could touch my breasts. Seemed harmless enough, I figured. "Sure," I said. She stepped up to me and gently put a hand on each of my breasts. She fondled them with an expert touch, rolling them around in her soft hands, gently tweaking my nipples from time to time. Tom came up behind Kate and reached around and fondled her breasts. Kate took his hands and put them on my breasts and she moved closer to me. I could feel her hot breath on my face as Tom pushed her closer to me. We were nearly in an embrace now. Our breasts were pushed against each others'. I almost involuntarily stepped forward so that our hips were touching. I could feel her closely cropped pubic hair against my freshly shaved crotch. Tom continued massaging my breasts, occasionally moving from my breasts to his wife's. Next thing I knew, I felt Kate's hand cup my pussy and begin probing my insides with her finger. This was getting awfully hot and heavy. I had to be careful. I didn't want this to get out of hand. Those thoughts, as you might imagine, were fleeting as I got caught up in what Kate was doing. Feeling a woman so close to me was new. I hadn't ever done anything like this before. I had had one lesbian experience my freshman year of college with a dorm roommate, but it was done after much beer and didn't last too long before we both passed out. Neither of us ever mentioned it. "Lay down on the rock over there," Kate said stepping back and pointing at my sunbathing rock. I walked over to the rock and bent over, my back facing them as if to sit down. I paused with my ass high in the air, my hands on the rock, giving them an unobstructed, full-on view of my ass. I knew from seeing this view in my mirror that they would be looking at my little pink asshole and shaved mound peeking out from between my legs. Pausing in this position again gave me that naughty, slutty feeling. I love that feeling! I then sat down and stretched out on the rock. Kate came over with her t-shirt in hand and dropped it on my knees. She bent down and used her hands to part my legs and positioned the t-shirt so that she could put her own knees down on it. Now on her knees between my legs, I figured out what she had in mind. Before I could utter a word, she bent down and quickly licked my wet pussy from bottom to top. I shuddered at her touch. Seeing or feeling my reaction she buried her face in my cunt and started expertly licking me, alternating between sticking her tongue as deep inside me as she could and flicking the end of her tongue across my clit. With Kate's face planted between my thighs I watched as Tom came up behind his wife, cock in hand, and bent down behind her. He moved back and forth seemingly trying to position his cock to enter his wife from behind. He quickly found his target and lunged forward burying his nice-sized dick in her. He began to move in and out of her, forcing her face firmly into my crotch with each thrust. I was close to orgasm and began unconsciously clenching my thighs against Kate's head. Sensing my nearing orgasm, she focused on my clit and quickly sent me over the edge. I came with a couple of moans, grunts and tense muscles. Her task complete, she raised herself up on her hands and began moving with Tom, as he continued to work her from behind. I laid there, legs spread wide with Kate between them being fucked from behind by her husband. Surprisingly, she came and collapsed across my thighs. Tom withdrew from her wet cunt and stood there, still erect, his cock glistening with his wife's juices. "Would you give Tom a blow job," Kate breathlessly asked. Tom's eyes widened with surprise. I wasn't too keen on this, but being caught up in the moment, I quickly acquiesced and sat up and scooted in front of Tom as Kate got out of the way. Tom put his hands on his hips and leaned toward me, his cock now pointing menacingly straight up, just a few inches from my face. I grabbed his hard member and licked him from the bottom of his balls to the tip of his dick.  With Kate watching intently, still sitting there completely nude, I slid my mouth over his cock head and swallowed as much of his dick as I could take. I grasped his shaft with one hand and began aggressively pumping his shaft up and down, sliding his cock head in and out of my mouth. I was determined to make him cum quickly, as I was a little uncomfortable sucking this stranger off. That's not to say I wasn't incredibly hot! After just 20 or so strokes, Tom began to tense up and was about to cum. With Tom's dick still in my mouth, I motioned for Kate to come over. She came up next to me, her face at the same level as mine watching Tom's cock slide in and out of my mouth. Tom was still tense and getting tenser. I could tell he was about to let go. I think Kate knew what I was going to do and she moved in closer. Right as Tom shot his first gooey rope of cum, I removed his cock from my mouth and pointed it at Kate. That first rope ended up draped across the bridge of her nose. He let loose another four or five good-sized blobs of cum, each of which landed on her face, one on her right check, one across her lips and the aforementioned one across her nose. Quite a sight! I pumped the remainder of Tom's cum from his dick, catching the last glob with my finger. I held it, now dripping from my finger, out and let Kate catch it in her mouth. She used her own fingers to wipe Tom's cum off her face, putting each bit right into her mouth. Kate was quite a cum-eater, I noted. Kate stood up and she and Tom embraced, kissing hungrily. I took the opportunity to stand up and gather my clothes. As they continued kissing, I quickly put my g-string, shorts and top back on. I bid them adieu and hurriedly started to climb over the rocks and make my way back down to the trail. I heard Kate call after me, "It was great meeting you!" Back on the trail, now in dry clothes, but with a very wet pussy, I started running home. Running through the streets back to my house, I was much more aware of how revealing my outfit was. With every bounce of my breasts, I felt a hint of embarrassment, but it was, as always seems to be the case with me, tempered by the sheer thrill of showing off my natural assets. Once back home, I had the chance to reflect on what I had just done. I had mixed feelings. On one hand, I knew what I had done was naughty, slutty and dangerous. But on the other hand, it was naughty, slutty and dangerous and had really turned me on. I had taken my exhibitionism so far beyond anything I had done before or even contemplated. That experience certainly raised the bar. What should I do now, I wondered. After that experience, I kind of laid low for a while and prepared for a trip to the Virgin Islands for a little beach time. I had planned this summer vacation trip with a girlfriend sometime ago, but she recently backed out. I decided to go alone. With my new-found taste for high adventure, of the exhibitionist sort, perhaps it was for the best that I was going alone. The Beach Suits Me Fine In preparation for the trip, I was surfing the 'net one day. I came across a website called WickedGirlz that specialized in the tiniest, sluttiest bathing suits you can imagine. Each suit in their catalog is extraordinarily tiny, barely covering anything. They all are g-string thongs. And, what makes them even more naughty is that when wet, you can see right through them. I ordered two bathing suits from them, one white one and one pink one. They came the day I was leaving, so I just ended up tossing the entire package in my suitcase as I ran out the door. One day later, I was in my air conditioned hotel room overlooking one of the V.I.'s famous beaches. I had just taken a shower, taking care to re-shave my pussy, and was preparing to head out to the beach for a bit of sun and fun. The only bathing suits I had brought were the two WickedGirlz suits. I opened the package and took the suits out. I was shocked at how small they were. I had presumed the models on the website were wearing exaggeratedly small suits for effect. I was wrong. What I saw was what I got. I stood there naked, swimming suit top and bottoms dangling from my fingers, cursing myself for not bringing a tried and true suit. I went ahead and slipped on the white suit, as soon as I could figure out which side was front and which was back -- it was that tiny. With the suit on, I stood in front of a full-length mirror and examined my outfit. This suit did not leave a damn thing to the imagination. The top was just wide enough to cover about half my breast, if you were looking at me from the front. None of my nipples were showing, but it was close. From the side, you could see the entire side of each breast. The bottoms were equally tiny. From the back, you could see everything. The suit was nothing more than tiny, thin strips of material. From the front the suit hid only a two-inch wide area that barely covered my slit. The exposed space from my belly button to the top of the suit must have been a good five inches. I mean, wearing this suit was as close to being naked as you could get without actually being naked. I couldn't imagine what it would feel like to wear this thin when it was wet. Could I possibly wear this thing in public? I decided there was no way I would wear it in a place where I might know someone, but I was in a foreign country. I wasn't going to see anyone I knew. So I tied a sarong around my waist and walked out to the beach. I was very self-conscious as I walked out through the hotel lobby, across the street and stepped onto the beach. The beach wasn't packed, but it was busy. Not many kids running around, but plenty of people my age and older.  No one was taking notice of my get-up. Maybe I was just being too paranoid. That said, I was still nervous about taking off my sarong. The bottoms were really, really tiny. I saw a couple of other attractive women running around in thongs, but no one had anything as tiny as mine on. Finally, I decided to go for broke. It was hot. It was a beach. One wears bathing suits at the beach. Right? As a strode along, I untied the sarong and flung it over my shoulder. I suddenly felt a rush of excitement. I was nearly naked on a beach full of people. As I walked along, my butt and breasts subtly jiggling with each step, I was feeling pretty confident, very naughty and increasingly turned on. As I walked, I tugged lightly up on the g-string straps, pulling the suit tightly up my ass crack and just a bit into my pussy slit. The naughty feeling grew! I found a nice spot on the beach, not really near anyone, and dropped my bag and sarong and headed off for a quick cooling-off dip. I walked into the surf and dove in, enjoying the warm, salty water as the waves crashed around me. I stood there about shoulder deep in the water when it suddenly dawned on me. The suit I was wearing was designed to be transparent when wet. I was in the water. My clothes were 30 yards up on the beach. It would look like I wasn't wearing anything. I stood there a while wondering what to do. There were too many people, too many men, around for me to parade up the beach essentially naked. Just Put One Foot in Front of the Other Fifteen minutes later I realized I wasn't going to come up with any great ideas for getting myself easily out of this bind. So, I started out of the water and headed towards my clothes. When I was about belly button deep, I looked down at my breasts. The white suit, as advertised, was now totally see-through. You could plainly see my nipples and my entire breasts. Not much to do but keep walking. I decided I would play it cool, not trying to cover up in hopes of not drawing attention to myself. As I entered knee-deep water, I again glanced down. Yep, you could see my pussy, plain as day. There was my vertical slit, totally visible behind the see-through fabric. Good think I had shaved, or it would have been even more obvious -- it was bad enough already! As I emerged from the water, I kept my eyes down, not wanting to make eye contact. Finally, as I neared my stuff, I looked around. No one was really watching me. Maybe this was a truly live and let-live kind of place. I decided to try my luck and walk back to the hotel wearing just my see-through suit. I bent down and picked up my things and continued across the beach. I heard one set of comments from a couple of middle-aged people decrying the revealing suits today's women wear. I laughed to myself. I crossed the street between the beach and the hotel, getting a couple of honks followed by whistles from cab drivers parked in front of the hotel. I hurried into the hotel lobby and headed to the stairs to the second floor, where my room was. About halfway up the stairs, I heard someone coming up behind me. It was a guy, must have been about 45 years old. I glanced back and caught him staring at my ass. I decided to give him a full show and dropped my bag on the stair in front of me. I slowly bent over to pick it up, being sure to bend only at the waist. When I bent over, he stopped. I looked back at him. He was staring, mouth agape at my backside.  He was mesmerized by my perfect ass spread out before him with only a tiny string of material covering my most private parts. I know from my self examination in the full length mirror that when I bent over in this skimpy suit, the string running up my ass only partially covered my asshole. You couldn't see the hole itself, but you could easily make out the puckered skin around it. And this guy was staring right at it. Still bent over, pretending to be rearranging stuff in my bag, I reached down and tugged up on the top of the suit, pulling it tight and firmly up between my pussy lips. I could tell my lips were now spread out and had to be peeking out from either side of the so-called swimming suit. I stayed like that for a few more seconds before standing up and continuing on up the stairs. Once I topped the stairs, I hurried down the hall wanting to get to my room before the guy could gather his wits and see which room I was staying in. I think I managed to get in and close my door before he new which way was up. Back in my room, I paused in front of the full-length mirror to look at what everyone else had seen as I marched from the ocean back to my room. As expected, everything was still on view. My suit was beginning to dry, but I could still clearly make out my nipples and my pussy slit and lips. Feelings of excitement grew as I mentally retraced my steps remembering all the people I had passed on the way back to the hotel and thinking about the blatant ass show I gave the guy on the stairs. Once I had managed to drag myself back to reality, I decided to take a cat nap before getting ready to go out for dinner. I slipped off the suit and laid down naked on top of my bedspread and quickly fell asleep. Dressed for Success Turns out I slept much longer that I had intended. I woke up about four hours later. I guess I was still tired from my travels. I flipped on my nightstand lamp and got up and walked over to the sliding doors to the balcony. It wasn't until I was standing at the doors that I realized I was nicely back-lit, providing a marvelous view to anyone looking up at the second floor of the hotel from the busy street below. What was getting into me? I pulled the sheer white curtain closed, leaving the thick Venetian blinds open for now. I could deal with a silhouette, but blatant second story flashing seemed a risky proposition since it wouldn't be hard to figure out what room I was in. I quickly showered and re-entered the bedroom to decide what to wear. I opted for the now standard-issue g-string, this time a chose a cute, patterned pink one. I actually had a mini dress that matched the underwear, or vice versa. I liked this dress because it added to meaning to "mini." It was skin tight and barely covered my ass. When I bent over, the dress would hike up exposing just about everything. When paired with the g-string, anyone seeing me bend over would see all bare ass, except for a thin white string running up between my cheeks and a little pink patch of material covering my hairless pussy. Besides it being extra short, I also really like this dress because it is a little sheer. You can clearly see the outline of my g-string from the back and the front.  This being the tropics, I decided to go bra-less. The dress was cut low, which allowed me to show a great deal of cleavage. What wasn't exposed by the dress' cut, was somewhat visible through the dress' relatively sheer material. I added a light-weight white sweater to complement the dress and to hide my visible nipples and mitigate some of the raunchiness of the outfit. Now dressed, I finished getting ready by adding a touch of make-up, some wonderful smelling perfume and off I went to grab a bite to eat. The hotel restaurant, according to my guidebook, was one of the island's best dining spots. I decided that since I was dressed the way I was, it was best to stick close to the hotel. That way, I was never more than one minute to the safety of my room should I get too much unwelcome attention, or just feel the need to retreat. I left my room and headed back to the stairs that would take me down to the lobby. Standing at the top of the stairs, I noted the lobby was crowded. I began to make my way down the stairs, carefully stepping down in my high-heeled shoes. Just as I neared the bottom of the stairway, I slipped and came crashing down on my butt, arms and legs akimbo. I let out a little shriek which caused half the people in the lobby to look my way. There I was, spread out on the stairs, legs apart in a very short, sheer dress. I quickly stood up, tugged the hem of my dress down and strode towards the restaurant, many eyes following my every move. I gave the gawkers what they wanted as I swayed my hips side to side as I made my way into the restaurant. Again, I felt that excited, naughty feeling as I approached the hostess and asked for a table for one. The hostess informed my there was a 30 minute wait, even for a table for one. I could wait in the bar she told me. I agreed and went to the bar, finding an available tall stool next to an equally tall table in the corner of the dark bar.  What'll it be Lady? The bar was pretty busy, with many diners awaiting their tables. I hopped up on the bar stool, crossing my legs instinctually as I sat down. I could feel the cool wooden stool on my ass as I adjusted my position. My dress was too short to fit underneath me when I sat down. It was long enough, however, to cover most of what wasn't planted on the wooden seat. I knew that if I bent forward, pretty much everything would be visible. After a few minutes, a young waiter came over and handed me a drink menu. "I'll be right back to take your order," he informed me. He soon returned and asked what I would have. I hemmed and hawed a bit as I looked at the menu, and looked at him. I put the menu flat on the table and bent forward, looking up at him to ask what was in a certain drink. His mouth fell open as he could see right down the front of my dress. I followed his eyes and glanced down at my now-exposed chest. He could see most of my breasts and just a hint of nipple. I leaned forward a bit more and audibly pondered my drink decision. As I leaned more forward, I could feel the back of my dress rise. My skin prickled as the air conditioned air enveloped my now exposed ass cheeks. I saw his eyes take in this new development. This time, I pretended to be flustered as I looked back and noted my ass was hanging out. I made a bit of a production of tugging on the back of dress attempting to hide my butt and panties. "Damn dress, always riding up. Guess you know what color underwear I am wearing, eh?" I said. "Yep, pink," he stammered as he ran off to get my drink. I hung out in the bar for about 20 minutes, long enough to torture this guy several more times as he brought me three drinks. I was downing those things much quicker than normal. I guess I was caught up in the moment and feeling adventurous, rambunctious and naughty. Just as I finished the third drink, the hostess appeared and told me my table would be ready in about three minutes. I called over the waiter and asked for my check. I told him I was running to the ladies' room and would be right back.  Inside the bathroom, I entered a stall, hiked up my skirt, pulled down my panties, sat down on the toilet and relieved myself. I looked down at my panties stretched between my knees and had a wicked idea. Maybe I can get away with not wearing the panties. I slipped them off and stuck them in my purse. I washed my hands and walked back out into the bar. I swear I could feel a breeze blowing up my short dress and caressing my shaved pussy, must have been my (horny) imagination. I got back to my table and the check was waiting. The waiter eagerly appeared as I was about to get my wallet out. He stood there looking down at me as I opened my purse. I was careful to open it wide. I wanted him to see the pair of pink panties I had just removed and tucked inside. I pulled them out, dropped them on the table and continued fishing for my wallet. Finally, I got the money out and handed it to him, picked up my panties and dropped them back inside my purse. I lustily smiled at him as I got off the stool, taking care to spread my legs in case anyone from the bar happened to be looking. I headed out of the bar, glanced back and noted he was watching me walk away. I knew the dress clearly highlighted my hips and was sheer enough that he could make out the dark line of my ass crack. As I was about to open the bar door, I purposefully dropped my receipt and bent over to pick it up, my ass facing the entire barroom. As I bent at the waist, my dress provided a bit of resistance before finally slipping above my hips. I grabbled the receipt, paused to shake some mythical dirt off it, and stood back up. I glanced back and noted the waiter and, perhaps, 10-15 men and women were silently staring at me. I knew they had just feasted their eyes on an unobstructed view of my most private parts. My winking asshole would have been front and center, sitting just above a nice rear view of my shaved pussy mound. What a naughty thrill that little show was. I had a pretty uneventful dinner, with my only exhibitionist activities consisting of walking to and from my table. The table cloth draped over my table kept my pussy and ass flashing to a minimum. Just as well. No need to push my luck...yet. The three drinks at the bar, coupled with a filling dinner and two glasses of wine pretty much did me in. After I finished eating, I made my way back to my room. I didn't do anything particularly risky on the way back up, other than walking through the lobby in a see-through dress with no panties on. As I was putting my key into my door, I heard the door next to me open. A guy, about my age, stepped out holding a room service tray. He was average height and not bad looking. He was wearing only a pair of boxer shorts. He bent down and set the tray on the floor. He glanced up at me as he was standing up. He was startled by my presence, but managed to eek out a "Hello" before retreating back into his room. I was happy to see I had such a cute next door neighbor. Too bad he ducked back inside before I could show him something he wouldn't forget. Doing Something About Those Odd Noises Inside my room, I flipped on the TV, undressed and took a quick shower. After drying off and running a brush through my hair, I laid down on my bed and flipped channels for a bit. I was still naked and couldn't resist the temptation to lightly play with my shaved pussy. I just love the way it feels down there without any hair. So smooth, soft and exposed. As I watched the TV, I used my fingers to move around my pussy lips and to lightly stroke my inner thighs and the rest of the area around my pubic region. Strangely, I occasionally would hear grunts, moans and other sex sounds coming from somewhere outside my room. I turned off the TV and listened closely. I couldn't tell where the noises were coming from, but someone was clearly having a good time. I got up and walked around the room trying to discover the source of the hot sounds. Finally, I walked up to the locked door that separated my room from the room next door, where the cute guy was staying. With my ear against the door, I clearly heard sounds of someone noisily having sex. I had been listening for about five minutes when the sex noises stopped and was replaced by stilted dialog and bad background music. It then dawned on me, the guy was watching a porno movie. He must have been using that video-on- demand system the hotel offers. I had noted earlier the availability of assorted adult entertainment fare.  I stood there in the nude, picturing the guy laying naked on his bed, dick in hand, jacking off while watching porn stars getting it on. At that moment, a very naughty thought entered my mind. Why not make this guy's fantasies come true? I should just walk over there, totally nude, knock on his door and fuck his brains out. I stood there listening and considering what, if anything I should do. After a few more minutes of porno dialog and more fuck sounds, I decided to go for it. However, I couldn't walk over there totally naked. Instead, I pawed through my bag and pulled out the thin, white running top I wore the day I encountered that couple while running outside my hometown. I pulled on the top, and admired myself in the mirror. The top came down to about belly button level. My nipples were visible through the thin material. Below the waist, I was naked. My shaved pussy. My bare ass. My curvaceous hips. All out in the open. Could I walk over there and knock on his door dressed, or not dressed, like this? My question was answered as I grabbed my room key, opened my door, peered out into the hall and quickly walked over to his door as my door slammed shut. I paused as I stood there naked in front of his door. I made a quick decision to take this a long way, but, as before, I wasn't going to have intercourse. I figured boundaries, in a situation like this, were important.  I lightly rapped on his door, standing close enough that he couldn't see what I was wearing through his peephole. I heard him approach the door. He must have looked at me through the peephole. "Just a second, let me get something on," he hollered. I took a step back and waited, anxiously, for him to open the door. Finally, the door opened and he began to say hello, but stopped mid-syllable when he noticed I had nothing on below the waist. "I couldn't help but hear your choice of late night television programming," I said with a sly smile. "Mind if I come in and watch with you?" He stepped out of the doorway and waved me in with his hand. He didn't say a word. I assumed he was tongue-tied by having a nude woman with a shaved pussy enter his hotel room at 11 p.m.  Much Better Than Pay-per-View Deciding to play this to the hilt, I grabbed a desk chair, turned in around and threw a leg over the seat back and straddled the backwards chair. This sexy display further caught the guy by surprise, if that was still possible. He politely asked me if I wanted something to drink from the mini-bar. I opted for a beer. He had one too.  After a bit of uncomfortable silence, I asked him if he could turn the movie back on. He turned on the TV and the show appeared immediately, still on the channel he had on when I knocked. I looked at the TV and was treated to images of two women and a guy engaging in a variety of sexual acts. At that moment, the guy was fucking one woman in the ass, while the other woman squatted below the action and licked the first woman's pussy. I noted neither had pubic hair. "Hey, look, both of those women shave their pussies too," I said out loud while looking down at my own crotch. Damn, did I just say "pussy" to a stranger? I never use that kind of language out loud. I was horny, no doubt about it. The guy was still wearing the boxer shorts I saw on him earlier. He had added a plain white t-shirt to the ensemble. He seemed well built and was getting noticeably excited by my lack of clothing. Emboldened by the reaction my presence was having on his loins, I decided to really go for it. I pulled off my top and said, "This movie is making me so hot. Do you mind if I stay and watch it with you?" He replied that, of course, I could stay. We made small talk as his eyes feasted on my naked body. I wondered what exactly was going through his mind. He must have been thinking about what a fantasy-come-true this was. I stood up and walked over to the king-size bed on which he was sitting. I laid down on one side of it, propped up a couple of pillows and put my hands behind my head and started intently watching the porno movie on the television. He was pretty quiet. It seemed every time I moved he would regress a bit communication-wise. He made several more attempts at conversation, even going so far as to make a joke or two about having a naked stranger in his hotel room. While he talked, I just smiled wickedly at him and sensually played with my breasts, or tinkered around with my very wet pussy. He just watched, with mouth open and eyes wide.  During a break in the sex action on the TV, I glanced around the room. It was then I noticed there was a bottle of sex lube on the nightstand next to me. There also was a small vinyl bag that clearly was full of something. I picked up the lube and said, "Do you use this when you masturbate?" He must have been feeling a bit more confident, because he answered in the affirmative quickly and without embarrassment. I set the lube on the bed next to me and picked up the vinyl bag. "And, what is this?" I asked. "Uh, nothing," was all he said. I could tell by his reaction that he was not too keen on my looking in the bag, which, of course, made me want to do it all the more. I opened the bag and pulled out a couple sexual toys. Turns out, they were all anal play toys. He had a straight butt plug. One of those with a rounded tip that slowly widens from top to bottom. He also had a set of anal beads. This toy consisted of five or six beads of assorted sizes attached together with a piece of string. "Do you like putting these things up your ass," I asked him. "Sometimes," was all he said. I picked up the toys and went to the bathroom, making serious eye contact as I walked by the still-startled man. I washed each thoroughly with soap and water and re-entered the bedroom. "Mind if I try these out," I asked him. I couldn't believe what I was saying, and what I was about to do. I had only had one experience with total strangers and that was just a week or two prior to tonight. After tonight, I need to get a handle on myself. What's a Play Without Props? I picked up the bottle of lube and stood at the foot of the bed, by the desk chair I had straddled earlier. I squired a big glob of lube in my hand and began to smear it all over the anal beads. For some reason, the beads seemed the naughtier of the two items. I rubbed the lube that remained on my hands after coating the beads all around my asshole, taking care to slide in a slippery finger or two to make sure my insides were adequately coated.  Once everything was sufficiently slippery, I turned around, put one hand on the back of he chair with my butt facing toward him, and put the first bead up against my asshole. I bent my knees a bit, arched my back and began pushing the bead into me. I could feel my sphincter muscles give a bit as the bead slowly entered me. I focused on relaxing and applied a bit more pressure. Suddenly, the bead popped past my sphincter and ended up comfortably sitting inside. I held the next bead against my anus and pushed it inside to join bead number one. I did the same with the next three beads until all five were buried in my ass. The only sign of these lovely beads was a foot-long string with a knot at the end hanging out of my asshole. I wiggled my hips around and gingerly walked across the room and back. "Ummmmm, this feels good," I said. "I feel so full and it feels wild when they move around as I move around. Now what do you do?" He explained that we would leave them in his ass for a while, drawing out his masturbation session and enjoying the sensation the beads provided. He said he would pop them rapidly out right as he was about to cum, which added a whole new dimension to orgasm. I walked up to his full length mirror, turned around, bent over and spread my ass cheeks with my hands and gazed at the string emerging from my tight, little pink asshole. "This is kind of hot," I said. He agreed. I walked back over to the bed and laid back down, scooting my butt back and forth and squirming as I felt the beads rubbing around inside my ass. "Why are you wearing so many clothes," I asked. He shrugged his shoulders and quickly stripped off his boxers and t-shirt. "Much better," I said. He looked good naked. Not especially muscular, but lean and strong looking. I noted he didn't have a single chest hair. Just not a hairy guy, I guess. He had a great looking dick. It was fully erect and appeared to be nice and long with an interesting curve to it. He didn't have much pubic hair to speak of. I asked about that. He explained he kept it pretty closely trimmed. Not for any particular reason other than he liked it that way. Well, to me, it looked good and very sexy. I handed him the bottle of lube and told him I wanted to see him jack off. He squirted a bunch of lube into his hand and began working his cock. After a couple of passes, he dick gleamed thanks to the slippery lube. The veins on his dick got highly pronounced as he pumped the thing up and down in his fist. As he did this, I reached down and began fingering myself, using my still-slippery fingers to work my clit. His eyes were focused on my pussy as he jacked himself off. I slid myself around, to give him a better view up between my legs. The way I was positioned, my legs were spread right in front of him giving him an unobstructed view of my shaved pussy, and my finger action. The string from the anal beads was laying the bed between my legs. We continued masturbating ourselves as the other watched for about 10-15 minutes. How he didn't cum then, I'll never know. I did. It wasn't a huge, waves-crashing-on-rocks earth-shaker, but it felt damn good. I stopped playing with my pussy after I came and watched him for another minute or two. I think the lube coating his hand had lost some of its lubricating value and he slowed down and stopped jacking off. He looked at me as if to say, "Okay, what next." What to do now, I wondered to myself. I first took stock of my situation. I had just had an orgasm by fingering my shaved pussy while laying totally nude in the bed of a complete stranger with a set of anal beads up my ass. This total stranger, whose name I did not even know, was sitting next to me, also naked, with his hard cock in his hand. Indeed, what to do next.... I stood up and assumed the same position as before bent over with one hand on the back of the desk chair, my ass facing the guy. I reached around and grabbed the string emerging from my asshole. I slowly tugged on the string and felt the pressure of the first bead trying to emerge from my backside. I tugged a little harder and the first bead popped out. I swear it made a little popping noise. I continued pulling and the second, third, fourth and fifth beads quickly popped out. I turned and holding the string of beads up said," Wow, that felt amazing." He gave me a knowing nod. One Good Turn Deserves Another "Let me put the butt plug in your ass," I asked him. He looked sheepish, but readily agreed. I had him lay flat on his stomach on the bed. I used a warm washcloth to ensure his anal area was clean (I was hot and ready for anything, but, what can I say, I'm a neat freak). Once my housekeeping was complete, I squirted some lube directly into his ass crack. It must have been cold because he let out a little yelp and squirmed a bit. I carefully rubbed the lube all around his anus and slid in first one, then two fingers. The first finger slid in easily, the second was a bit harder. I picked up the butt plug, a bright yellow one, and coated it with lube. With the clear lubricant dripping from its tip, I put the plug up against his anus and pushed it slowly in. I slid in somewhat effortlessly. It went in all the way up to the base. Once in place, I could feel him squeeze it with his butt muscles. I told him to roll over. He was now on his back, with his legs parted. I could see his nearly hairless balls dangling between his legs. His cock was rock hard and laying nearly flat against his stomach, pointing right up toward his chin. I climbed up onto the bed, positioning myself between his legs. I took his cock in my hand and lifted it straight up, dropped my head and sat there admiring his tool, my face just inches from his most intimate body part. I slid my well-lubed hand up and down his shaft as he lifted his chin and let out a contented groan. I lowered my head further and put the head of his cock in my mouth and sucked, applying as much pressure as I could. I rolled my tongue around his cock head while it was in my mouth. I release the sucking pressure and slid my mouth down his dick, taking as much of it in my mouth as I could. I've always known I was a good cock sucker and decided I was going to give this guy a blow job he would never forget.  I continued slowly engulfing his dick, quarter inch by quarter inch. I was determined to see how much of it I could take in. I got it about half way in and slowly let it slip back out between my lips. I took a breath and started back down. I hit the halfway point this time and kept going. I relaxed my throat muscles, concentrating on stifling my gag reflex. I felt his cock head touch the back of my throat and a unconsciously tightened by grip on his cock shaft. I continued focusing on relaxing my throat and let his cock head slide further down my throat. With my mouth now wide open, I felt my nose touch his pubic hair. Almost there. I took a deep breath through my nose and let the last half inch of his dick enter my mouth. I closed my lips tightly around the base of his cock and reached down and cupped his balls in my free hand. He moaned with pleasure and complimented my technique. Having achieved my cock sucking goal, I slowly let his dick slide back out of my mouth, my lips tightly wrapped around his member. I then began quickly sliding it in and out of my mouth while I pumped his shaft with my fist. I let go of his balls and, instead, grabbed the butt plug and started sliding it in and out of him. I had to concentrate to keep my head bobbing up and down, my right hand pumping his cock shaft and my left hand sliding a butt plug in and out of his asshole. Made patting one's head and rubbing one's tummy seem like a piece of cake. He began to tense up and seemed to be skipping breaths. He was about to cum. I kept sucking, pumping, and sliding. After a few more strokes, he was right on the edge, about to let go. At the exact right moment, just as he was about to erupt, I pulled the butt plug rapidly out of his ass. It was as if I had opened the floodgates of a dam. He began spewing load after load of cum. The first couple of blobs I caught in my mouth and swallowed. The last few I watched shoot out of his dick and land on his stomach. I rubbed them into his skin with my fingers, while still holding his pulsating cock with my other hand. When he finally finished his minor convulsions and stopped spewing cum, he relaxed and let out a breathless, "Wow." Wow, indeed, I said to myself. After all that, I was incredibly horny again, but remembering the boundaries I had set for myself before entering his room, I decided it was time to go. I got up off the bed, gazed at him hungrily as he lay naked on his bed, thinking I really wanted to fuck him, picked up my room key and shirt and made my way to the door instead. With my hand on the door knob, I smiled back at him and said, "That was fun. See you around." With that brilliant piece of dialog still hanging in the air, I opened the door, looked down the hallway in both directions, and walked quickly the 15 feet back to my door. Once safely back inside, I flopped down on my back on my bed, threw my arms back over me head, took a deep breath and mentally reprimanded myself for doing something so raunchy. I guess it was a good thing I was getting on a plane and going home tomorrow, I told myself. I wonder what I should wear on the plane?

Sandra's Story Continues by Mercie Part 1- Self Bondage I went to bed early that night, but sleep didn't come easy. I kept thinking of how those guys all got to see me, at first little glimpses under my nightie and then later stripped down to my pantyhose. I was now naked in bed, nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. I woke again at 4 am, wondering how much of me they could see. So I turned my light on and put the pantyhose back on, and stood in front of my full length mirror. Pretty hot, I thought to myself. Of course they can see my breasts, but standing they really couldn't see that much down below. I sat on the end of my bed and opened my legs. Still, they couldn't REALLY see it all now, could they? I eased myself on my back and opened my legs wide. Yes, that's what would need to be done, but of course I could chicken out and close my legs. But suppose I couldn't? I put my feet on the footposts of my bed and thought OMG it's really out there now. Before I knew it, my sleepy mind was telling me to get some dance tights and tie them to each of my 4 bed posts. Just an experiment, I told myself. Anyway, I could hardly tie both hands so I could always get out. I made loose knot loops in the tights at my headboard and tied my ankles to the posts in my footboard. I got them nice and tight. I leaned back to have a look, then thought if I put a pillow under my butt it would give a better look so I tried it and sure enough, I could see everything in the mirror. But I can still cover my breasts. So I slipped my left hand in the loop I made in the headboard tights and pulled it tight and gave it another knot with my right. One hand would be all I need to free myself. But I could still cover up. So I reached and after several tries got my right wrist into its loop. Of course I could just pull it free at any time. Satisfied that I was as fully and helplessly exposed as I could get, I fell asleep. At 5:30 I heard a noise. Damn, it was mom getting up! Why so early, she doesn't work for another hour? I tried to pull my right hand free to untie myself but I must have pulled the slipknot tight while I was sleeping. I was really tied up! I heard her footsteps approach my door. "What are you doing up?" "Uh....nothing mom. Just reading!" "Since we're both up we might as well talk..." she started to open the door! :"NOOOOOOO! DON'T!" Too late. She saw me! "What in the heck are you doing? Who did this to you?" "I did it myself. I just wanted to see what it would feel like... I'm sorry mom. Please untie me." "Not until we talk this out. I thought maybe you had enough exposure yesterday and I was going to see if your brother would let you out of the bet. But it seems that you enjoyed it and want some more. Do you like humiliation?" "Mom no. Look, I admit that I do tease the boys a little and I did subconsciously want to lose that bet. But I know better now. Can you please untie me and we can forget this ever happened? Just tell Ted he can't be seeing me like this all the time." "No, when you make a bet you have to honor it. I'd like to help you but I can't. I know you may think I was a little hard on you yesterday, but there are some things you have to learn for yourself. Number one is that a LADY always makes sure that she doesn't reveal more than what she should. Do you think you were ladylike by posing for those boys in your nightie?" I groaned and shook my head. "And then you agreed to a stupid bet that you knew you might lose? Been there, done that." "When?" "When I was about your age, your uncle Roger spotted me 15 points in ping pong. Loser had to spend a week in their underwear. Let me tell you, he was a lot better than I thought he was. But really, I wanted to lose just as much as you did. Like mother, like daughter I guess. You want to be exposed but you want to do so unwillingly, and I'm going to help you." "Roger made you run around in your underwear? What did grandma say?" "She said I made my own bed and I could lie in it." "What about uncle Frank?' "Of course he enjoyed it. What healthy young man wouldn't..... WE'RE IN HERE, COME ON IN!" "MOM!" Can you please untie me? I can't let Ted see me like this." Too late. Ted came into my room, instantly waking up and at full attention, judging by his sweats pointing out at me. "Mom, why did you tie her up?" "I didn't. She did this herself. Wanted to see how she looked fully exposed. Sit down, look all you want." "MOM! PLEASE!" "A LADY wouldn't put herself in such a situation. Not to mention, what would you do if a fire started? So you plan to go to the beach in your underwear today? Let's see what you've got." She went to my underwear drawer and threw them on my bed. Say, this white pair is kind of sheer. Oh, it's really sheer." "MOM! He already decided on the pink." "He can change his mind if he wants. These lilac panties are nice. Ties at the side, that could be fun. What do you think, Ted? Too sheer for public wear?" He shook his head, grinning like a cat that ate the canary. Now here's the matching bra. A little flimsy don't you think? Do you hope for it to come apart when you wear it?" "Look, I said I'd wear the pink one." "It's Ted's choice. Pick out the panties and bra you want and hide the rest of them somewhere. She won't be needing them." God. What a fool I was. I just had to see what it was like to be helpless but I didn't think it would be in front of anybody. They left the room and mom got ready for work and Ted went back to bed. I was left as they found me, and the knots were just as impossible as they were earlier. I'd have to get help. He chose the lilac panties and the matching bra. It would be obvious to people on the beach that I wasn't wearing swimwear. Now I was getting hotter than ever thinking about it, but unable to reach myself and relieve the tension. I ground myself into my pillow but it just wasn't going to be enough. Frustrated, I fell back asleep. Part 2 Beach Day When I woke up, it was light out. I raised up my head to see Nigel and Mark looking directly at my crotch. They called Ted in the room and he came in and stroked my thighs. "Hey, hands off!" "Do you want to get untied or not?" I realized I had no leverage and the three of them caressed my legs. Finally, Ted broke it up. "OK guys, time to let her out. No getting dressed now, understand?" I nodded. He untied me but left that tights tied to the posts. I got up to pee and went down for breakfast. We hung out and did the dishes and soon it was time to go to the beach. "Here, change now" he said, tossing the underwear to me. I quickly put the bra on and pulled my pantyhose off. What difference did it make now, they've already seen it all. I tied the panties to my hips and was more covered than I have been in a day. We packed the car with drinks and snacks and headed down to the beach. I carried a beach blanket in front of me, giving me temporary cover. We went to one end of the beach, with only a volleyball game in progress to our left. I recognized a few players from my high school and exchanged waves with them. One was my bestie, Wendy. All of them had bikinis on. Nigel and Ted went to the water to splash around and Mark went to chat up the volleyballers. That figures, I thought. They spend the morning staring at my pussy and then leave me alone to make time with other girls. I lay on my stomach and watched the volleyballers, Mark motioned for Nigel and Ted to come over and talk to the girls. The three of them talked to the whole group, then Mark returned to me and the other two watched the girls play some more. "Looks like you need some sunblock. Allow me." He knelt beside me and plopped a big gob on my back, then spread it into my skin. Next he worked the back of my legs over and over again, working his way up. Then he put more goo on my panties and smeared it in, saturating the fabric and working some under the panties and feeling my bare butt freely. I offered a meek protest but was ignored. Then on to my neck, shoulders, and arms. He then undid my bra clasp and worked the area under where the straps go. I made an effort to redo the strap but he stopped me and said he'd take care of it, which he did. He went to the water and I saw Wendy walking toward me. "Hey girl, is that a swimsuit or underwear?" "It's underwear, just don't tell anyone. Look, I'm glad you came. I need your help. You know how to sew, right?" She nodded. "You've got a machine, right?" She nodded again. I really NEED you to help. I want you to bring a dress over for me in one of those bags that zip. Then when you take the bag back the one I want you to alter will be in it." "What dress do you want?" "It doesn't matter. I can't wear the.... well, never mind." "Will I have to run around your house in nothing but pantyhose?" "THEY TOLD YOU? Those creeps. Yes I got suckered into a stupid bet. If you stick around, they might make you. But I'll pay you for the thread and for the time. Just help me out, will you? It's super important." "I don't know. It does sound kinda kinky to run around the boys nearly naked. Maybe not. Maybe I can just pop in and leave without stripping. How does next Tuesday sound?" "Perfect." "You owe me for this. And you're going to make it good right now. It's time for the hazing of the incoming freshmen girls on the volleyball team. But there's only three of them. You and I will join the freshman against the upper classmen." "But we're seniors." "But we're not on the team, are we? Melissa will explain the rules, let's go!" Again, if I had any sense, I'd have stayed there and let Mark put the lotion on my front. But no, I'm an idiot. We got to the game and the Melissa, the captain of the volleyball team called us all together. "OK girls, Wendy and Sandra and the freshemen, over there." We went to the side of the net that she pointed to. Wendy and I were on a team with Candy, Brittany, and Beth. "Alright ladies, let's see if you have what it takes to make the team this fall. You get one last chance now to fix your suits as best you can. When the first ball is served, nobody gets to fix their suit. If a boob pops out, it pops out. If your bottoms fall off, they fall off. The losers will perform jumping jacks, 2 jumps for every point you lose by. Winners will fix their suits, losers stay as you wind up. My team serves first, get ready!" Holy cow. Me in my sunblock-weighted panties and a flimsy bra. OMG. The first couple points were just aces for the server on the other side. We couldn't get to the ball in time. We spread out, and the ball cam to Candy, who set it up for Beth. But when she set it up for the smash, her left boob popped out. I just looked at her instead of doing my spike. Down 0-3. Poor Beth, who resisted the urge to pull it back in. "Suck it up, girls" called Melissa from the other side. The next ball again came to Candy and I did my best to set it up for Beth who spiked it into the other side for a point. Still only one boob out for her. I rotated to the serve. Sure enough, as I served I could feel the bra strap popping. That ratfink Mark only did one of the hooks and not two! My bra was just hanging there in front, sometimes covering me and sometimes not. Even worse, the return came to me and I hit it badly, losing the point and my boobs were hanging freely, though the straps were still on my shoulders. The game continued and before long we were down 10-4, both of Beth's boobs, both of mine, and one of Wendy's was out. Candy was somehow unscathed. I was getting quite annoyed. On the other side, the girls were all fully decent. The next serve went behind me but wasn't going to be long. I dove for it and managed to get it toward Candy, who couldn't be bothered to take two steps for it. I was livid. My panties took on some sand and were hanging low. My bra slipped off on one shoulder and I couldn't pull it back up. Again it was served in my direction, it seemed all the serves were going to as long as I wasn't naked. I did my best to set it up but the other strap fell to my elbows. The bra was now useless and I let it fall. No sense to worry about it if it didn't cover anything. We managed to get a couple points but wimpy ass Candy was more worried about keeping her top on than getting a good serve. Wendy and Beth both had both boobs out but their tops seemed secure. If only we could win, I could fix myself. But then trying to spike on a setup, I got my feet tangled up in my bra lying on the sand. Bra ripped in two, I fell down, and one of my panty ties undid itself. As I walked back to my position, gravity did its part and my panties fell to the ground. I lost everything. Now naked, I wanted Candy naked too. As we were losing by then 18-5, I got my chance. A ball was falling behind Candy and I dove for it, but instead of diving for the ball I grabbed her bikini bottom and yanked hard. As we both hit the ground, her bottom was well below her crotch. She started to pull it up, but Melissa said "Oh no you don't" and pulled it back down where it was. Ha ha. Just walking to position was enough to get her bottom off entirely. We lost 21-5 and had to do 16 jumping jacks. I had nothing to lose, Wendy and Beth put on a nice display of bouncing unconstrained breasts and Candy's bush and pussy were on display for all. When we got done, Melissa said "Losers, walk to you cars as you are." Lucky for us there weren't a lot of people to watch the walk of shame. For me, the naked ride home was just the beginning of my torture. My mother was already in the kitchen as I walked in the house naked, followed by the three boys. "What the heck happened to YOU?" she hollered at me. "Mom, please. Let me shower and put some clothes on" "Shower, yes. Clothes, no. You know what to wear." Geez, maybe if I hadn't been so stupid and not tied myself up, I'd be in shorts and a t shirt now. Maybe if I didn't talk to Wendy I could have kept my underwear on. Or not broken my bra and left my panties behind. So it was up to shower and put on some fresh pantyhose. Gee. At least the two boys were gone when I got back. I spent the rest of the evening covering myself with my arms. They had seen quite enough for one day. But the revenge would be sweet, and Tuesday I would start the wheels in motion. I tried to be as helpful around the house as I could those next few days. I needed mom to start to think I was on her side. But she would soon enough feel my wrath. First step was to get her to believe I was on her side. I'd put myself in a position to beg her for mercy, and promise to do whatever she wanted. She wouldn't know that I would be playing her.... Part 3 Fun With Wendy uesday morning I woke up early and peed to make sure my bladder was empty for what might be a long ordeal. I put the pantyhose on and arranged the slipknots on the headboard, testing them to make sure they would lock in on my wrists as I pulled. Finally I tied my ankles securely, put a pillow under my butt and slipped my wrists in the loops at my headboard. I pulled as tight as I could to make sure I could not undo them. Then I waited for mom to get up. When I heard her open her door, I called out "Mom! Please help!" She opened my door and looked at me disgustedly "What, this nonsense again?" "I know mom, I'm an idiot. I don't know why but I had to do this. Now I know better. Please untie me before Ted gets up and the boys come over. I'll help you, I'll do all the cleaning and cooking. I'll help you load the van for the flower show. I'll go with you, I'll wear a dress if you want. I'll have Wendy take your lucky flower show dress to the dry cleaners. I'll pay for it. I'll shine your shoes. I'll do anything..." "Let's talk first. Why did you have to do this?" "I woke up all excited about being seen and..." "So you want to be seen?" I shook my head no. "Look, you're going to help more around the house. Dishes are now yours, so is the laundry. I'll still cook. And Wendy can take my dress to the cleaners, I'll call them and arrange for payment , you don't have to pay, she can pick it up. As long as it's back here in a week, it's good. I'm getting new shoes, no need to shine them." "Do you want to try it on first? I think you lost some weight. Wendy can tuck it in a bit if you need." "If I lost weight it would be a help. It was a little too tight last time I wore it." "Can you untie me?" She shook her head. "Can you at least throw your dress over me to give me some cover?" She went to my vanity and got a tissue and placed it over my ankle. What a b-word! My revenge was going to be SO sweet! Defiantly I shook my ankle and dislodged her insulting offering. I drowsed off for a while and woke up to find Ted kneeling at the foot of my bed. "So let me guess, you ACCIDENTALLY got yourself tied up again?" "No, it isn't like that. It's complicated. Be a dear and untie me, will you?" "No, I can't disappoint the others. Mark was a little bummed that he didn't get to put sunblock on your front at the beach. Maybe he can go through the motions today." "NO! I don't want that pig touching me! PLEASE. Look, Wendy's coming over. If you're nice and untie me I'll try to keep her here for you." "Will she be undressed?" "I can try, can't I? That's all I can promise is to try. But I won't try at all if you won't untie me." He shrugged his shoulders and undid my left wrist. He then grabbed it and said "You can undo the rest yourself. Or I can tie this back up. When you untie yourself, leave the pantyhose tied to the bed posts. I'm sure you'll be doing this again. Remember, when you're tied up you're going to get touched." "Fine you win, whatever you want. By the way, they're tights, not pantyhose" I finished untying myself and went downstairs. "Put some heels on!" he ordered and I went back up to comply with his demand. Just wait until fall I muttered under my breath. Nigel and Mark arrived mid morning and voiced their approval of my outfit. Mark gave me a quick butt feel as he walked by me. I glared at him and said "hands to yourself!" Just before noon Wendy rang the bell. I dreaded opening the door but I had to in order to exact my revenge. Her jaw dropped as she took in the sight of me in pantyhose and heels with three guys gawking at her. She had a short white buttoned sundress on, with her pink bikini panties showing plainly through the dress. She was also evidently braless and most importantly, carrying the dress bag. "Hi Wendy! Take your dress off!" said Mark. "You're such a pig" I answered. "Give us ten minutes alone upstairs." We went up to my room and switched her dress for my mom's. She brought me a black strapless dress, impossible to wear a bra with and probably too short for anyone. "Come on, you don't think I'm going to wear this, do you?" "Says the topless shy girl in pantyhose and NO dress" she laughed. "Touche. Look, can you tuck in her butt just a little? If you take it to the dry cleaners today and pick it up tomorrow, that gives you more than four days to do the work. Can you do it?" "No sweat. I've got my machine loaded with that special thread, all set to go. Do you really have to be like this all summer?" I nodded. She laughed. "You're so lucky you're my best friend. Your secret is safe." "If you want to join me for a little while, I'm sure they wouldn't mind. Maybe you could lose a bet too." She smiled and we went back downstairs. The boys were a little disappointed to see her still in her dress. "Hey Wendy, love, fancy a game of Twister with me?" "It wouldn't be because I'm wearing a dress, would it? Sure, why not?" They all wooted and cheered and quickly got the game out. "Two games with each of us" Mark said. Wendy just shrugged. Nigel was the first to go. Ted was in charge of the spinner, out of sight of Wendy, and clearly just spun the spinner and called out colors that would force Wendy to bend over and let her dress ride up. Then he called an impossible move for her and she lost. "Too bad" said Mark, "now you have to do a forfeit." "A forfeit? Nobody said anything about a forfeit." "Two buttons for each loss. Come along, you still have six buttons left" offered Nigel. Instead of refusing like any sensible girl would do, she undid the bottom two buttons of her dress. Ted rotated to the mat and gave the spinner to Mark. It was much the same, Mark called out colors that would expose Wendy to the greatest extent possible and then guaranteed her loss. Now four buttons were gone, four to go. Mark finally got his turn on the mat, but Nigel played the spinner honestly. Despite having half her buttons undone, Wendy played to win and Mark wound up losing and tossed his shirt to the ground. Second round for Nigel with Ted working the spinner. Now that her dress was half undone, every move Wendy made showed her panties off. At one point she was bent forward and everyone could see her breasts, especially Nigel who happened to have his head very strategically placed. I had to admit, these boys were clever. Of course Wendy lost and undid two more buttons, leaving only two to protect her fastly fading modesty. Ted took the mat with Mark spinning. Mark was losing patience and in short order gave Wendy an impossible move, costing her the last buttons. Mark's turn again, and I wasn't going to let Nigel ruin it with his honesty. "I'll do the spinner" I offered. And Mark and Wendy took to the mat. I managed to call the colors in such a way to force Wendy to do a back bridge and her dress opened perfectly, making her virtually topless. Then I made her fall with the next call and helped her up. "Sorry, Wendy" I said as I pulled her dress off of her. She stepped out of it and the both of us were topless, her in panties and me in pantyhose. "OK guys, you had your thrill. Give us five minutes alone in my room and we'll come back and neither of us will dress." With that we went back in my room and closed the door and spoke in whispers in case the boys were trying to listen. "Don't you know that they were cheating to get your dress off? They really weren't using the spinner, they just gave you impossible colors to land on." "I knew that. I can't blame them for trying, can you?" I shook my head. "I just thought it would be fun to give them their jollies and I wanted to show I was just as brave as you." "You mean two thirds as brave as me" I said, pointing to my crotch. "Ha. I guess. Still, I don't really want to show them my girly bits. At least not yet." "BAWWWWWK bawwwk bawwwk bawwwk" I said, forming my arms into flapping wings, then tossed her a pair of pantyhose. She tossed them right back to me. "Next time. Anyway, let's zip up your mom's dress and I'll stay a bit put my dress on and leave." We joined the boys and they were watching soccer on television. I scolded them: "What the hay, you have two topless girls here and you're watching freaking SOCCER? Why not paint something and watch it dry?" Nigel said, "we call it football, love. You said you'd join us, now come have a seat. We can even turn on a movie if you want." "BRIDESMAIDS!" we said in unison. So we watched a chick flick topless with the boys. The two of us sat on a love seat so that there wouldn't be guys next to us and deny them any temptation for groping. When it was over, they let her put her dress back on. I gave her a pair of pantyhose and told her "Next time same dress but these instead of panties." She just shrugged and said "Whatever" and took my mom's dress back with her. Part 4 The Neighbors For the rest of the week I managed to avoid tying myself up. Well, mostly. I did tie my ankles to the bedposts completely naked but lost my nerve when it came time to do up my wrists and get where I couldn't back out. No, I wasn't going to offer up a bare pussy for busy fingers to explore. The pantyhose may not hide one square millimeter, but at least they kept fingers from me. On Friday the boys left me alone for a few hours, I made good use of my time and hid some shorts and t shirts under my bed. I couldn't be too sure that my things wouldn't wind up being confiscated so maybe hiding a few things would be necessary. I slipped on a t shirt and started cleaning the house. After a bit, I got a call from Ted saying they'd be gone for two more hours. Hooray! I put on a pair of shorts and danced around the house, decent at last! I cranked up the music and was really getting my moves in and didn't hear the door open. I turned around in horror to see the boys watching me. Busted. "I thought you would be gone for two more hours!" "We were just seeing what you would do and look at you, going back on your word. Is that lingerie?" he asked, pointing at my outfit. "Please, you weren't even here. Who cares what I wear?" "Rules is rules. You need to be punished. Mark, get her shorts off." Mark knelt in front of me and reached under my shorts, feeling my butt as he made his way to the waistband and slowly pulled them down. Once past my crotch, he pulled his hands out and then rubbed my crotch with the back of his hand a bit before pulling them down and off me. What a jerk. "OK now, leave your shirt on for a minute. Put some heels on and go get the mail." "In pantyhose and a t shirt?" "Exactly. Or I could tell mom about how you disobeyed the rules. I'm sure she'll think my forfeit is more than reasonable." "Geez. OK, fine." I put my strappy sandal heels on and walked out to the mailbox. "SAAAAAAAN-DRA!" Oh God, my neighbor from across the street and one house down was calling out to me. I waved at her. "Hi, Mrs. Kravitz." "Sandra, we haven't seen you in ages! Come on over you can look at my vacation pictures." "Look Mrs. K, I'd love to but I'm not really dress...." "You're fine, come on over. I just made some cookies." OMG. I would have to walk across the street bottomless and look at her pictures. The woman could talk the legs off a chair, this might take hours. We walked into the house and she sat me in the kitchen and I saw Mr. Kravitz's legs hanging out from under the kitchen sink. "AAAAAB-ner! Look who's here, it's Sandra from down the street!" "That's nice Gladys but I'm a little busy down here." "We have a clog. He's been at it for half an hour but can this guy call a plumber? Sit down and look at these. Here we are on the plane to Memphis. And here's Abner in front of Graceland. And here's me next to Elvis' bed. Can you imagine? Now look at his outfits, can you imagine wearing those sequins?" I was praying for deliverance, but not for the way that it came. "Gladys, give me a hand will ya? I need you to run some water down the sink and I'll see if it comes out." "Sandra, dear, would you mind? I have a hard time standing over him and turning the water on. I can't stand with my feet apart like that." "You want me to straddle him and bend over the sink?" "Oh come on, it won't take but a minute. My sciatica is killing me. The doctor tells me he can't do anything about it, but what do doctors know? My sister's husband had this giant hemorrhoid and..." "TMI! OK, OK" I walked over to the sink. Mr. Kravitz's head, arms, and shoulders were inside the cabinet but his wide torso and legs were sticking out. I straddled his body with my feet and supported myself on my elbows as I bent over the sink. If he was to pull out of the cabinet, he'd have a clear view of my pussy. "What do I do?" "OK, turn the cold water just a trickle into the left sink." I did as he said. "Did you do it?" he asked. "Yes, isn't it coming out?" "No, not much. Hmmm... the trap was clean, it must be in this vertical pipe. Hold still." I heard him stirring a bit down below me and he said "Here it comes" followed by a loud FOOOOOOOM! All of a sudden I was hit in the chest with this disgusting pieces of sludge. I jumped back, looked down and shrieked. Mrs. Kravitz moved a lot quicker than I thought she could and quickly pulled the shirt over my head and off. Mr. Kravitz shouted from below "I did it! Quick, turn the water off!" I ran over and resumed my position, now topless, and turned off the water and suddlenly remembered my modesty. "Mrs. Kravitz! Do you have something I can put on?" "You're fine, dearie. You don't have nothing that I don't have more of. Abner's seen girls before. You're fine. I'll have this washed and dried in less than 90 minutes. You can stay for dinner, I've got a brisket in the oven. You know if you go to Louie's meet market on a Tuesday afternoon they cut their prices by a dollar a pound. Their truck comes in Wednesday and they have to...." "Enough, fine." Goodness, could this woman talk! I sat in the kitchen with an arm in front of my breasts. It seems the universe wants me to be topless in pantyhose. I sat in the kitchen and looked her Graceland photos and listened to her talk and talk and talk. Mr. Kravitz finished his work and went to clean up. "Sandra, dear- could you help me peel the carrots?" If it wasn't listening to her talk I was all for it. It was surreal, standing there in nothing but pantyhose and heels peeling carrots while she cut potatoes as if it was the most natural thing in the world. She got them in the oven and we went to the living room. I took a seat on the recliner while they sat on the couch opposite it and they turned on a game show. Mr. Kravitz was directly across from me and tried not to be obvious as he checked me out. My arms were crossed in front of my breasts and my legs were tightly closed. I was wondering if he managed to sneak a peak up at me from under the sink. "Mrs. Kravitz, are you sure there's nothing I can put on? A towel even?" "Oh dear, I'd love to help but my towel load is next. Everything is dirty. Now don't worry about it, relax. We've seen each other for 40 years. If I looked like you I wouldn't be sitting there hiding myself." "I'm lucky you came. It gave her something to do besides look out the window at the Stevens' house" "Abner, there's something not right over there. People come and go and we don't see them drive up. Things fly in the air." "Sorry, Sandra. Gladys has quite an imagination" he said as he made the sign for craziness by drawing circles around his ear with his finger. They got back into their game show. I decided she was right and dropped my arms. Mr. Kravitz was a little more open about his ogling now and I was finding it strangely erotic. He's old enough to be my father but I wanted to give him a show. I raised the footrest of the recliner and scooched my butt to the edge of the seat and lay back with my hands gripping the armrest and my calves on the footrest. Then I closed my eyes and pretended to doze off. After several minutes I heard them start to whisper. "Turn the TV down Abner, she's asleep. Think we should cover her up?" "Don't you dare, Gladys!" "I can't blame you. She's got such a lovely figure." I heard her go back to the laundry room and start up the dryer. I was hoping the dryer would catch on fire and leave me topless for good. What was wrong with me? I moved my left leg a few inches to my left, slowly until it reached the edge of the footrest then I allowed it to fall off. Surely my pussy could be seen, but I wanted it to be blatantly out there. After a few minutes I could hear Mrs. Kravitz come back in. "Oh my God Abner!" she whispered. I continued my feigned sleep and her house phone rang. "Hi Jenny...... yes, she's here....well she had a t shirt on...well it got dirty thanks to my genius husband. You know how sometimes the kitchen sink doesn't drain. Well I was trying to wash the potatoes for dinner and .... oh she's supposed to dress like that?.....oh those kids and their silly bets... the whole summer?,,,,, oh she wasn't supposed to wear it?,,, so you don't want her to get dressed?....can she stay for supper? I've made this brisket and it's more than enough. Do you shop at Louie's?... Well if you go there on Tuesday afternoons it's the best....oh, you can't talk right now? Okay we'll send her over after dinner but can she come again?..... Thanks dear, good luck at the flower show next week...... AAAAB-ner!" I let my right foot drop off the footrest. I let myself start to stir as if still asleep but starting to come to. I felt a hand on my left inner thigh. "Sandra..... wake up.....we're going to eat now." I opened my eyes halfway up to see Mr. Kravitz's face. "Oh.... sorry....I must have dropped off." His hand remained on my thigh. I looked him in the eyes, then looked down at his hand, then looked him in the eyes again. I didn't say a word. He looked at me and rubbed his hands up and down my thigh as if to dare me to stop him. I pulled my right knee up over the armrest to expose myself more blatantly and asked "can I just lay here a few minutes more?" "We'll hear her when she's ready." With that he pulled my left knee over the armrest and made circles on my inner thighs with his fingertips. Our eyes locked. Would he have the audacity to rub my pussy? We never found out as his wife called us into the kitchen. We got up and sat down to eat. Mrs. Kravitz gave us both about twice as much food as we should eat, but it was absolutely amazing. The table was fairly small with a bench seat against the wall and one chair opposite. I slid in on the bench and Mr. Kravitz sat next to me as Mrs. Kravitz wanted to be free to bring us things. Before we ate, I told the story of how the bet went down and how I have to wear nothing but the hose and heels around the house and how I have to sit in that ridiculous position on the recliner. Then we started eating and Mr. Kravitz grabbed my left knee and pulled it over his right leg and then trapped my leg between his. His right hand stroked my inner thigh as we ate, slowly inching up and up until his pinky was rubbing against my pussy. All of this unseen because of the tablecloth covering up the action from Mrs. Kravitz's eyes. And since I hadn't raised any objection so far I didn't see how I could shoo his hand away now. Mrs. Kravitz cut a carrot cake and served it to us. "I've got an idea! Since you can't hardly get a summer job if you're not allowed to wear clothes, how about you come over here and help us say once or twice a week? You can reach things that we can't and we're getting old and can't lift some things. We'll pay you $50 a day twice a week and it won't be hard work, mostly keep us company. Of course you'll be dressed like you are and you'll have to sit all splayed out when we're not doing things but it would mean so much to us." "Look are you sure you want me running around like this in front of your husband? I mean it would be nice to not have all those boys looking at me all day but you might not..." "No, it's fine" Mr Kravitz interrupeted. "I've seen girls before and I'm fine with it" his hand was right at the top of my thigh with his pinky rubbing against my pussy. He started to flick his pinky on my pussy. "Come on, we love having you over. We'll have fun." "But...." the rubbing was starting to get to me...."can you come pick me up? It's just next door and across the street but I'll be wearing just this." "Of course dear. Now your shirt is ready but your mom said you can't have it. I'll just hold it for you till the summer is over." "Fine. It's dark so maybe I can walk home now. Say we do it Tuesday and Thursday but we have to wait till her flower show is over." With that I went back home to find Ted and mom watching television. I went upstairs to check my hiding place and luckily enough my other things were still hidden. I hid my things just in time, while I was gone all of my clothes except for pantyhose and a couple of dresses were gone. Where they were, I had no idea. Part 5 Wrestling With Wendy Monday before the flower show. We had spent the weekend cleaning the pots and transplanting the best violets into fancy ceramic pots. I don't know much about flowers but apparently these were as good as she's had. Her mood was upbeat and she was glad to hear the dress would be here today. It had been a daily battle to resist tying myself up. I wasn't allowed to remove the temptation of the tights tied to my bed posts. Wendy called and said she was done and she'd be right over. The boys were already in the middle of playing hoops in the driveway when she pulled up. When they saw her emerge in her short dress and pantyhose, they decided it was time to come inside. Big surprise. She gave me the dress bag and said "It's ready. Everything is ready." I gave her a hug. The guys were asking her to take off her dress but we went to my room for a quick huddle. "Thank you so much, I owe you big time." I lifted her dress. "What the hey? You're wearing panties over your pantyhose?" "I got dressed without the panties but I just couldn't do it. I'm not as bold as you." "Look, you're NOT getting out of here with those panties on. You KNOW that." "What do you propose?" "Here, let's get your dress off." I undid her buttons as we talked. "Maybe the boys will like to see us wrestle. As we do I'll get your panties off you. So you gotta let me win for a while and when your panties are off we'll see who's the queen of the mat." "Loser does a forfeit". Now I was getting nervous. She was a little more muscular than I. But it was my idea so we shook on it. After I pulled her dress off we went downstairs. She didn't notice that I had carried her dress and tossed it to Ted and the boys were having a little fun tossing it amongst themselves. "Don't you dare tear my dress" she cautioned. Of course the boys were all for watching us wrestle. We locked arms and tussled for a bit, then I went down to my knees and tried to grab her panties. That move failed as she stepped behind me, dropped to her knees, and pushed me forward on my belly and jumped to lay on top of me. I frantically tried to find her panty line but couldn't. She sat on my back and gave me some playful spanks on the butt. "What say you guys? What should her forfeit be?" "Tie her up!" yelled Mark. Ewww. I was NOT going to allow that. I quicky twisted and spilled her off of me and lunged for her panties. This time I was able to grab the waist of the panties and gave a giant tug. RIPPPP! "Damn you! I liked those panties!" she growled and we both returned to a standing position. "I see you shaved your pussy" I taunted her. She got me in a bear hug and dropped us to our knees, then put me on my back. She pushed one shoulder to the carpet, then paused to savor the moment. "Let's see... you're about to lose. Surrender?" "Never!" I squirmed as best I could but could not free myself. She pressed down and pinned my shoulders to the carpet. I had lost. "Ready for your forfeit?" she asked. I nodded. "Good. Your forfeit is you're going to make out with me." Part 6 The Forfeit You could almost hear jaws hit the floor as she stopped sitting on me, then lay next to me and cradled the back of my head in her hand and pressed her lips against mine. Our mouths opened and tongues met as our hands explore each others bodies and the shocked boys watched in silence. After several minutes she said "we need to go to your room for a while" and led me by the hand up the stairs. Luckily, my room has a lock on the door and after we closed it behind us I whispered to her "I'm really not gay." "Don't be silly" she whispered back, "I'm not either. I just want to tease the crap out of those idiots. Here, be quiet and lay on your back and do as I do. With that we both lay on our backs on the bed and she raised her legs and started doing bicycles in the air. "Why are we doing this?" "Shhh....they're going to want to see us all sweaty and flushed when we come out. They're probably at the door listening. Let's give them a good show." We bicycled for several minutes then went into our act. "There....there......that's it..... harder....oh yes.....yes.... YES......oooh baby YES...." we got louder into our fake orgasmic cries and as we bicycled we shifted our weight up and down to rock the mattress as loud as we could. We stopped suddenly and she cooed "Oh that was SO good". We got out of bed as quietly as we could and tiptoed to the door. With one quick motion I unlocked the knob and opened the door, and Mark and Nigel tumbled into the room as Ted stood behind them. Wendy chastised them. "You little finks! It wasn't enough to get us to wear nearly nothing around you,,, you have to SPY on us? You oughta be ashamed of yourselves. And what are those wet spots in front of your pants you little perverts.They slinked off in shame as we taunted their little boners. We followed them downstairs and I turned on a fan and we stood in front of it and cooled the sweat off of our bodies and red faces. Her plan had worked to perfection. We put our arms around each others' waists and walked triumphantly to the love seat where we sat and looked them in the eye. Wendy looked at the clock. "Okay guys, you had your little thrills for the day. I'm going to put my dress back on and get going." She scanned the room looking for her dress. "What did you do with it?" The boys started laughing. "Not so fast, little Wendy" Mark said. "You can go home as you are..... or you can agree to certain.... conditions." The color drained from Wendy's face. "Now stand up." She stood up. "Hands behind your back". You could feel the shame suddenly well up within her. "You have to promise that you're going to come around a few times a week and put on a show for us." "Are you going to give me my dress back or aren't you?" "All in good time. Three days a week you come over and you take your dress off the instant you walk in the door. NO panties, NO bra. Just the pantyhose and you're lucky to have those. Got it." "Up yours. I'll just grab one of Ted's shirts and wear it home." "Yeah, and explain to your mom how come you're wearing a.... MOM!" "What is going on here? Wendy, why are you running around like Sandra?" "It's hard to explain. I brought your dress back from the cleaners and we thought it would be fun to wrestle for the boys so I took my dress off but Sandra ripped my panties off and...." "Wait a minute. She ripped them out from under your pantyhose?" "No, I wore them over. I was going to skip them but chickened out and..." "So you wanted to lose your clothes, is that what I'm hearing?" "You're making me confused. She wasn't supposed to rip my panties but I wouldn't let her pull them off and...," "So you agreed to be de-pantied?" Wendy nodded. "And you didn't put your dress back on because....?" "Because the boys stole it! Now I can't get it back unless I come back here three times a week dressed like this." "Okay, so you worked it out. Do you have a deal?" The boys were high fiving each other and finally Wendy shrugged and nodded. "Ted, give her the dress back and Wendy, you put yourself in this situation. A lady doesn't let herself be caught in her underwear. Or in your case even less. I appreciate your getting my dress cleaned so we'll give you a few pair of pantyhose to take with you. I'm in such a good mood about my flowers that I won't even charge you for them. We'll keep you supplied." Wendy was about to slip the dress back in when mom stopped her "Not until you're about to eat. I brought home food from work, we had a potluck and there was a ton left over. Stay and help us eat." She sent Ted out to bring in the containers and Wendy and I set the table. "Geez, your mom can be a real meanie, huh?" "I guess, but admit it. You wanted the guys to see you as much as I did when I started. You'll get used to it. And least you won't get felt up like I did at the Kravitz' house." "That old guy groped you? Eww, disgusting." "I should have pushed his hands away the first time he put them on my legs. But I didn't. Then it started turning me on. And he was doing it under the table right in front of his wife! That was a rush." "Better you than me. These guys better keep their yaps shut though. I won't talk, you won't talk. But will we be known as sluts?" "The last thing they want to do is kill the show, believe me. And after this weekend...." I started whispering "mom will be so humiliated that she'll insist we both stop all of this." After dinner, Wendy was allowed to put her dress on and leave. As my mom said her goodbyes, Wendy said "I'll SEE you both on Saturday." Part 7 The Show Finally the day of the show came. I was allowed to wear Wendy's too short black dress and Wendy had on her white buttoned sundress as we loaded the van. After an hour of getting down to the limit of five potted plants, she made her choices. She went to put on her dress and came back down to show us. "Do you think it's too tight to be decent?" she asked. Wendy had tucked in the butt a little. "For one thing mom, you've got serious VPL going on. I can't let you go like that. Lose the panties and the dress won't be quite as tight, believe me. I know about not wearing panties now. Oh, you're not wearing a bra, are you?" She shook her head. "I don't know, are the panties that visible?" We both nodded convincingly. "But we don't have time to take them off." "Sure you do." I went to grab the scissors and lifted her dress. Wendy reached inside and pulled the hips her panties out of her pantyhose and sliced them on each side, then pulled them out and off. "There, mom. Really, no offense mom, but you'll be with us and our dresses are much much shorter than yours. And oh, Sasquatch, you want me to get the hedge clippers to trim that bush?" "Very funny. Look, when we get there we sign in and they give us these stickers to put on the pots. You put the stickers on the pots and I'll take them to the tables where they go. You don't touch a leaf- got it." We drove to the little hall where the show was being held. There must have been a couple hundred people there. We had a seat at our table while mom took her flowers to the judging stations. "So how does this work?" Wendy asked. "Remember the stickers we put on the pots? That's so the judges don't know who brought what. They judge all the plants for a group, say the African violets. And she better win that one or else she'll be a bitch for a month. When they count the votes they award the ribbons. First is blue, second is red, third is white, fourth is yellow." "That's all?" "It's a big deal for mom. She hates Mrs. Williams and all she cares about is getting more than she does. So we don't start the spritzing of her stitches till the ribbons are given out." "Got it. Now look, all we have to do is spray most of the shoulder seams. The thread dissolves quite nicely and it won't take long. Get her back zipper too but the shoulders are most important." "I'm still mad at you for giving me this dress. I don't have hardly and dress under me when I sit." "I can fix that." With that she reached at my back and pulled what little dress there was out from under me, leaving me with only pantyhose between my butt and the seat. "Isn't that better?" I shook my head and refixed my dress. "Oh you're such a wimp" she said and gave be a squirt of water at the top of the back of my dress. "Come on, tease those boys across over there. Open those legs a little." "Are you crazy? YOU open your legs if you want to give them a show." Finally the awards were annouced. Mom got a blue ribbon for her violets, two yellows, and a white. Mrs. Williams got two reds, two whites, and one yellow. Mom was pleased, but not overly so. Her hated rival didn't get any blue ribbons, but she got five total to mom's four. We convinced her that she was the winner and she hugged me. As she did, Wendy soaked her shoulders soon and then sprayed me all over the back. Oh my God, she didn't. I sprayed Wendy back but she stuck out her tongue at me. "Won't hurt MY dress, she laughed." "Pick up your ribbons and your purse, mom. We have to get to the car, NOW." I could feel my back seam coming undone. With no sleeves, only one seam held the dress together. "We need to pick up our flowers" "No you DON'T. Your dress is coming undone and so is mine. In a few minutes we're going to lose them. HURRY." She looked at me puzzled. "MOM. Feel the seam on your shoulder. We need to GO". She looked down at her shoulder seam and felt it, then looked up at me. "How?" "LATER, we need to GO." We got up and started walking toward the exit, but there were people seemingly everywhere. We must have been about 100 feet from the exit, gently pushing people out of the way as we went. I went first trying to clear a path for her. I could feel the back seem coming further and further apart and I had to clutch the top of the dress to my breasts else it would fall off. Looking back at mom, I could see her doing the same as her shoulder seams had dissolved to nothing. We were still about 20 feet from the door when I felt the back of my dress flying open for good. I basically had a piece of fabric held in front of me and my bare backside except for the pantyhose completely exposed. People started gasping as we made it to the door. Mom's dress had fallen off and she picked it up and we ran to the car. She put her dress on the hood and frantically searched for her keys as I stood by the passenger door waiting for her to open it. Suddenly, Wendy started running toward the car with her dress in her hands. What the heck? Finally mom found the keys and the three of us were safely inside the car wearing nothing but our pantyhose. We headed home at last. Just as we got out of the parking lot, mom started laughing. "Ha ha ha, I haven't had that much fun in AGES!" She laughed and giggled like a school girl. "Mom, a LADY doesn't put herself in that situation." "Funny funny. How did you do it?" "Dissolving thread", said Wendy. "I couldn't resist doing Sandra's too." "Ha ha very funny. Look, you're going to take my dress home and fix it with regular thread. And I won't tell your mom about this, as long as you keep coming over dressed as you are." We pulled into the driveway. "I have to give you credit for sabotaging your own dress." Wendy looked puzzled as she got out of the car. "Wait a minute. I didn't do anything to my dress. How the heck...." Across the street we heard "ABBBBB-Ner! There are three naked girls in the driveway across the street!" Epilogue- Five Years Later "Time to get dressed, honey" Mark said as he straighted his tie. I slipped my dress on and brushed my hair as I stepped into my heels. "I can't believe Ted is getting married. I still can't believe WE got married. I can't believe I haven't worn panties or a bra in five years." He hugged me from behind and kissed the top of my head and we headed for church. Mom and dad were waiting for us. Mom was wearing a miniskirt that would look too young for anyone her age who didn't exude self confidence. After the flower show incident she quit the job she hated and opened a bikini flower shop and called it Hanging Baskets. That made her ineligible for the shows and she even became fast friends with Mrs. Williams. Dad took a desk job with the company after his identity became compromised. Funny how trying to get back at someone can make them be what they wanted to be. Wendy came out from the church and greeted us all. "Wendy! I can't BELIEVE you're going to marry my brother!" "All in a day's work. I'd have married you two if you could have waited for me to get ordained." We all took our seats and the ceremony began shortly. Finally they got to the vows and Wendy said "Now repeat after me- I Ted....Take thee Nigel....."

Sisters' and Brothers' Christmas by pedojoe Shelly and Sheila were excited to be able to meet the brothers they knew about but never got to see. Henry and Louis were with their mother in England their father and the boys' mother got a divorce. It happened when the father was caught cheating on his wife an d both woemn were pregnant at the same time. Shelly and Louis were actually nearly the same age with Shelly having just turned 12 with Lous a few months older. Harry was two years older than his brother while Sheila was about two years younger at ten. The girls lived with their father alone after their mother died about seven years earlier while the boys just lived with their mother since the divorce. The boys were visiting for Christmas, staying with their father for about two weeks, from Dec 21 until New Years' Day. The day finally came and the girls were excited to come home from school, first because it was Christmas Break and second knowing their half brothers would already be there. Shelly was in middle school and got home first. Her father and half brothers were still in the driveway unpacking the car and she ran up to them to greet them. "Shelly, these are my sons, your half-brothers, Harry and Louis." her father introduced them. "This is my oldest daughter, Shelly." She was taken aback at how good they looked. Both boys were very fit, both avid soccer (or for them football) players. Shelly herself was very gorgeous and fit, having particiapted in gymnastics for years and now she was a cheerleader at her middle school. An hour later, Sheila got home. Her half brothers were waiting for her in the front yard as she walked down the street. She excitedly ran to them and gave everyone a hug. That day, everyone got to know each other better. There were four bedrooms in the house, so the boys had to share the guest room. After supper, the boys went up to their room. "Remember boys, we are five hours behind your normal time, so for you, this may seem like midnight. Take it easy until you can adjust." their father said. The girls followed the boys upstairs and they got to know each other in the boys' room for about an hour. "So, is Dad nice or mean?" Harry asked. "Oh, he is great." Shelly answered. "Yeah." Shiela added. "He lets us do a lot of things and doesn't get mad often." "Only when we seriously mess up." Shelly continued. "I'm sure you'll like him." "You know, you two are much cuter than your pictures show." Louis said with a bit of embarrassmnnnt. "Thank you." Shelly replied. "We showed your pictures to our friends and we all agreed you two were hot." "You as well?" Harry asked, "Both of us." Shelly said. "We've been talking about how jealous our friends will be when you were coming to visit." "Well, maybe you can show us around tomorrow." Harry suggested. "I'm tired now." "All right, we'll let you sleep and we can do more tomorrow." Shelly said as the girls went to their rooms to go to bed. The next day started out fine with the girls showing the boys where everything in the kitchen was. Near midday, the girls showed the boys around their neighborhood, ending at the park about two blocks away. They met up with a couple of their friends and made the introductions. The boys played with the soccer ball they brought while the girls talked with their friends. "Wow, they are both really hot!" Hannah, Shelly's friend said as she was watching them play. "Hey, those are my brothers." Shelly lightheartedly chided her friend. "Doesn't mean they aren't hot." Hannah repeated. "I actually agree." Shelly whispered. "Don't tell anyone I said that. And I think Harry, the older one, is really hot!" "Well you are lucky that they are spending so much time with you at your house, aren't you?" Hannah said. After about an hour, they went back home through the flurries that were starting to fall. "I'm cold." Sheila said on the way home. "Maybe Dad will let us use the hot tub." "That sounds great." Louis agreed. "We have one at home--a four seater." "That sounds about the same as ours." Sheila said looking at her sister to confirm. "Maybe six." Shelly added. "We love to use it after gymnastics practice. Sometimes, we will have our friends over as well. About this time, they reached home. "Dad!" callled out Sheila. He replied that he was on the kitchen. "Can we all go in the hot tub?" "Yes." he replied. "But remember, ten minutes before you have to get out. I am going to leave now to go shopping. I should be back by supper." Everyone went up to their rooms and got changed into their swim suits. Both girls had modest bikinis that they put on. Sheila then came into Shelly's room "I wish we could just go naked like we usually do. It is so much nicer without these bathing suits. "Well, go naked then." Shelly suggested. "The boys would like it." "Would you go naked, too?" Sheila asked. Shelly thought about it for a moment before saying, "I tell you what. If you can convince one of the boys to go naked, I will, too." "You're on." Sheila said. They met back downstairs in the back room where the girls saw that the boys had thigh hugging style trunks. The hot tub was in an enclosed part of their patio connected to the house. The windows were all screens when in use so it wouldn't get too hot in there and to allow fresh air to flow in. Towels in hand, they went to the hot tub where Shelly lifted the cover and they got in. "This is bigger than ours at home." Louis commented to the girls. "You know," Sheila said, nervously, "sometimes, we go naked in here." She paused to see if they would react. After no one said anything, she continued, "In fact, we are naked a lot in here and I actually don't like to wear a bathing suit in the hot tub. Would you mind if I got naked?" "Um, no." Louis said with a bit of surprise. He had never seen a naked girl before. "Cool, but if I get naked, would you, too?" Sheila continued. "I think it would be fun if we all got naked." The boys looked at each other. "We prefer to be naked in out spa, too." Harry admitted. "If you girls go naked, then we will." "How about girl-boy?" Shelly suggested. "Sheila gets naked first. Louis next. I'll go after him, then Harry." Everyone agreed so the relatively immodest Sheila started. She took her top off to reveal her flat chest. She hadn't started puberty yet. As they had also agreed to, she sat on the edge of the hot tub to take her bottoms off. Louis gave an audible gasp upon seeing his first naked girl. He saw that her pussy was hairless. "You like?" Sheila teased him."You're next." Sheila settled back down into the water while Louis sat on the edge and removed his suit. He had just started to grow pubic hair, but there was very little to see there. His cock, however, was hard and about a good few inches. He sank back into the water, "I guess you are next, Shelly." "OK." she said and sat up on the side where she removed her top, revealing two lemon-sized breasts. The boys could tell she had small breasts through her suit, but seeing them bare was incredible. She next slipped her bottoms off to reveal she also had a hairless pussy, but it was more mature looking then her sister's. After sinking back fown into the warmth of the water, she said "You now, Henry." Henry got up and removed his suit. He was very much into puberty. His cock was about five inches long, as he was hard from seeing the girls naked. He also had plenty of hair around his cock. "Are we the first boys youve seen naked?" he asked after sinking back down into the water. "No." Shelly admitted, "Well, you are the first younger people we've see." She clarified. "We've seen Dad naked." "Really?" Henry asked intrigued. "Yeah. A few years ago, we caught him relaxing naked in this hot tub. "Shelly explained. "After that, he let us go naked in here as well." "How about you two?" Sheila asked, "Are we the first girls you've seen naked." "Yeah." Louis answered. "No." Harry said. "Two years ago, I stayed overnight at one of my friends' and his seven-year-old sister came out of her room naked on her way to take a bath. She looked so cute, but you two are so much sexier." The four sat in the hot tub for the full ten minutes before getting out and wrapping their towels around them. They closed the hot tub and carried their suits back inside. "What time will Dad be coming back?" Harry asked. "Probably not for another four hours at least." Shelly replied. "Why?" "Well, we have already seen each other naked, what say we just hang out naked in the house until he gets back?" With that, he dropped his towel and sat down on the couch in the den. "I'm up for that." Sheila said and also dropped her towel. The other two also ditched their towels, though Shelly suggested hang up their suits in the bathroom to dry out and get some clothes nearby so that they can change if their father came home too early. After that, they went into the kitchen to fix lunch. "I've never eaten lunch naked." Sheila said after they were back in the den with their food. She was sittting on the floor with her food on the ottoman right next to her. On the other side of the ottoman was Louis with his food right next to Sheila's. Shelly and Harry were both on the couch with their lunches on their laps. "I have." Harry said. After Louis gave him a questioning look, he explained, "I sometimes go naked around the house when I am alone. Sometimes, I have eaten supper naked while you and Mum are somewhere else." He then looked over at Shelly, "But never have I been naked with someone so pretty." Shelly almost choked on her food. "You think I am pretty?" "Definitely." he said. "You are a cheerleader. You are very fit and thin. I like girls who take care of themselves." "We're brother and sister." she said, even though she didn't want him to stop complimenting her. "So, that doesn't mean you aren't pretty." Harry said. "In fact, if it wasn't for the fact that we were related, I'd ant you to be my girlfriend." "Both of you are very good looking." Louis added, giving a longer look to Sheila. "We were talking about it last night." "Well, I think both of you are also very good looking, too." Sheila said blushing slightly. "So do I." Shelly added, "In fact, my friend Hannah who was at the park earlier thought you two were sexy. Do either of you have a girlfriend?" "Not now." Harry said. "I was kind of going out with this one girl, but we broke up." "I've been too nervous to talk to girls." Louis admitted, adding, "In fact, I was nervous coming here having seen your pictures. " "Well, you came out of your shell after being here." Shelly said. "Did we cure you?" "I don't know, but the idea of you being my sisters, or at least half sisters helped." Louis said. "So you brothers were talking about how hot your sisters were?" Sheila joked. "And it seems our sisters have crushes on us as well." Harry joked back. "I dare you two to kiss." Sheila said to Harry and Shelly. "Fine." Shelly said, "but you and Louis have to kiss as well." "On lips for at least five seconds." Harry added, noticing his brother was geting red again. "Deal." Sheila said. "You first." Shelly and Harry moved their food aside and leaned into each other. Harry had kissed before while Shelly hadn't. He embraced Shelly and they touched lips. Shelly jumped back at first, the craziness of what they were doing, but them relaxed and went back to him again. This time, she stayed there as Harry initiated a kiss that involved him teaching her to open her mouth and allow his tongue in. The kiss lasted ten seconds after which they parted. "Wow! that was intesnse." Louis said. "It was." Shelly said never taking her eyes off her older half-brother. Her feelings for him were growing. "Now let's watch Louis and Sheila." Harry said nodding toward their younger siblings. Louis and Sheila moved closer together and embraced, their faces only inches from each other. They first kissed like children, but then Louis did what he had seen his brother just do as well as in movies. He opened his mouth and encouraged Sheila to do the same. His tongue danced around in her mouth as his hands moved up and down her back. Sheila tried to keep up with what Louis was doing, but soon just accepted it without returning the favor. She was feeling very good with the kiss. They soon separated and smiled at each other. They ate the rest of their lunch in blissful silence, all thinking about what they had just done. "I'm going to take a shower." Sheila announced before tossing her paper plate in the kitchen trash. She picked up her clothes and went upstairs. "I think I'll go upstairs, too." Louis said as he took his lunch trash to the kitchen and then following Sheila upstairs. with his clohtes as well. "I guess we're alone." Harry said to Shelly. "Now we can kiss some more." Shelly said as she moved over right next to Harry and leaned in to him. He met her half way and they kissed once more. This time, however, Harry's hands were more free and he rubbed down her chest, caressing her young breasts. Shelly found her hands moving over his body as well and soon found his hard cock. She started to rub at it and lightly grab it. Quickly, he pulled away from the kiss and placed his hand down on hers. "That feels great." Harry said. "But if you wrap your hand around it and move your hand up and down it like this, it feels really good for me." He them guided her hand so she was masturbating his cock. "Oh, let me lay down." Harry said. "Why not just go up to my room." Shelly suggested. They brought their clothes up with them to her room. Before going in, they notuced no one was in Harry and Louis' room. "I bet he's with Sheila in the shower." Shelly said "I guess we're both lucky today." Harry grinned as they made their way to the room. Harry noticed it was very girlish with Shelly's likes of gymnastics and cheerleading as the decor. He went to the bed and lay down with his head on the pillow. "I'll do you first and you do me next." Shelly said. "Definitely!" Harry agreed. He instructed her again how to masturbate him. She was once more pumping his teen cock up and down as she sat next to him on her bed. "Am I doing it right?" she asked nervously, but with a sexual curiousity. "You are amazing." he replied. "I've never had anyone else touching my prick before. You are great, but you can go faster if you want." She did so and pumped his cock faster. After only about a minute, he felt his orgasm rising and suddenly shot his load up in the air. "Whoa!" Shelly gasped, seeing sperm for the first time in her life. And the fact that it spurted out of her half-brother's cock with such force surprised her a bit. Most of it landed on his chest, but some got on her hand and a little on her face as she was nearly right over his cock when he shot off. She got up and grabbed a rag to wipe herself off. She then cleaned Harry off as well. "Thank you so much for jacking me off." Harry said to his half-sister before kissing her once more. "That was fun.." Shelly said, "Now it's your turn to make me feel good." She then sat on her bed and rubbed her pussy. "Do this to me." She laid down and continued to show Harry how to rub her until Harry replaced her hand with his. He was rubbing the first pussy he had ever seen up close and was enjoying it. He allowed his fingers to slip between the hairless slit and even pushed it in a little on a few occasions, all to the unexpected pleasure of Shelly. "Am I doing good?" Harry asked, noticing her face was showing contentment. "Yeah! Keep it up." she sighed as she laid down and just enjoyed her half-brother fingering her. He kept it up for a few minutes when Shelly's hips started to twitch, jumping up at his finger, burying it deeper. Harry heard her moaning and he realized she was actually having her own orgasm stimulated by him. He noticed her pussy was wetter than before and stopped fingering her when she pushed his hand away from her pussy. "We need to do more of that when dad's away." Shelly sighed as Harry laid down next to her. "Whenever that will be." Harry agreed. "Dad is going to go to work on Wednesday through Friday next week." Shelly said. "He'll be gone from about nine in the morning until six in the afternoon." "Nine hours all to ourselves?" Harry grinned. "That'll be fun." "I hope so." Shelly replied, kissing him once more. Meanwhile, the shower was just turning off. Louis had indeed, joined Sheila in the shower. She had been in the bathroom getting the water ready to shower when Louis came in. "Mind if I go to the loo?" he asked her. "What?" Sheila asked, not hearing that phrase before. "I have to pee." Loius corrected himself. "Oh, sure." she said as she watched Louis step up to the toilet and go. She couldn't believe she was actually watching a boy go pee while she watched. After he finished, she tentatively said, "You know, I wouldn't mind it if you showered with me." "OK." Louis said as he watched Sheila enter the tub first. He followed with nervous excitement. In this enclosed space, he really noticed the five inch difference in height between them. Getting her hair wet, she asked him for help. "Can you wash my hair?" She handed him her shampoo and tured away from him. "Sure." he replied, eager to touch any part of that sexy preteen body. He got some shampoo on his hands and began to rub it nicely into her shoulder-length hair. "Am I doing it right?" "Yeah." she replied. After he finished, she rinsed the shampoo out of her hair by turning back to him and putting her head under the shower. Louis could not believe how sexy that act looked. "You want, I can wash the rest of you, too." Louis suggested, needing to touch his sexy preteen sister. "OK." she agreed and handed him the body wash and a loofah sponge. He sat down on the edge of the tub and started with her legs. She put one leg up to him and he held it with one hand while rubbing the sponge over it. He could see her hairless pussy perfectly from this perspective. He finished washing one leg and she gave him her other one. After finishing with her legs, she turned around "Do my back now." He was now looking at her cute, tight ass. Her entire body was so physically fit due to her gymnastics training. He began to wash her back, holding onto her shoulder with his other hand. He worked his way down her back until he found himelf washing her toned ass. It was almost torture to be this close to her naked body but not touch it sexually. After finishing with her back, she turned around. He again kept his free hand on her shoulder and started to wash her chest. He dared to change his grip on the loofah to be able to feel her chest with his hand that was washing her. She didn't object and he watched her face as she just smiled as he molested her nipples. He soon moved down to her stomach and finally to her amzaing hairless pussy. He slowly and carefully started to wash her smooth lips first with the loofah and then with his bare hand. He lingered there leaving no doubt that he doubt this was a sexual touch, but she just kept smiling and even let out a moan of pleasure. He leaned in to her and kissed her as she wrapped her arms around his neck. They kept that kiss up for longer than their first one before Sheila removed hs hand from her pussy and rinsed off. "Come on, my turn to wash you." she said as she took the loofah and put a little more soap on it. They switched positions with her sitting on the edge of the tub as he did like she did, offering each of his legs. After she finished, he turned around so she could wash his back. She stood up and rubbed the lather into his toned back, moving down to his ass. She gave his butt a light slap before she started to wash it, causig him to look back at her with a grin. "Hey, I didn't do that to you." he protested lightheartedly. "You could have." she teased. "Now turn around so I can do your front." He obliged and turned around so that his cock was pointing straight at Sheila. She reached up and washed Louis' chest, moving down each arm before moving to his stomach and finally, wrapping her soapy hands around his cock, rubbing it up an down. "Keep it up and go faster." Louis said to Sheila. She did so, her soapy hands moving faster and faster on his cock and soon, he hit his orgasm, his cum shooting partially onto Sheila's stomach and chest, the rest falling into the shower. "Wow! What was that?" Sheila asked. "I orgasmed." Louis said. "That is what makes babies in girls." His breathing was calming down, "You made me feel very good. Thank you." he leaned over to her and kissed her on the lips with renewed love. He grabbed the sponge and got his hands lathered up before cleaning his sperm off of her. The water was gettig cold, so they quickly rinsed off and got out of the tub, wrapping in towels. "I love you." Louis said to his half-sister. "I love you, too." she replied back. "Now let's get dressed before dad gets back home an finds us here." They walked out of the bathroom, passing Shelly's room where their siblings were still naked on Shelly's bed. They chose to ignore them and go to their separate rooms to get dressed. Harry and Shelly watched as their siblings walked past the door clad only in towels. "We need to go and get dressed now." Shelly said. "Dad may come home any time now." "Agreed." Harry replied. "Plus, I want to know what Louis did in the shower with Sheila." he grinned. They kissed once more before he grabbed his clothes and left her room. In a half an hour, all four were back in the den, fully clothed and were watching TV when their father came home about fifteen minutes after that. "You enjoy yourselves?" the father asked them. "Yeah dad." Sheila relplied with a smile. "Good. No fighting?" he asked. "Dad, we really like each other." Shelly said. "How about tomorrow, we go to the movies?" The four looked at each other and nodded. "Sure." Shelly answered for them all. "That'll be fun." That night, they ate supper and talked about things they were planning to do, including what movie they wanted to see. That night, Sheilla slept in Shelly's room because they wanted to know what each did with their brothers. The boys were also talking in their room. "So, what did you and Louis do in the shower together?" Shelly asked her sister. "He washed me and then I did the same for him." Sheila said. "His hands felt really good rubbing me, especially on my, down there." she said, nervous to say its name. "And then I washed him and he squirted after I rubbed him." "Wow!" Shelly said. Harry and I did something similar out here." He rubbed me and put his finger in my pussy until I orgasmed." "What does that mean?" Sheila asked her sister. "It's when you feel really good from playing with yorself or someone else playing with your pussy." she explained. It's what you did to Louis when he squirted his sperm." "Cool. But I haven't felt really good when I play with myself." Sheila said. "Well, you'll orgasm if you practice or have Louis do more with you. Don't you worrt about that!" Shelly said with a grin. "Can you show me how to orgasm?" Sheila asked her sister. "Sure." Shelly said, "Let's get naked." she said as she stripped her t-shirt off and panties. Sheila was just wearing a nightgown and quickly pulled it over her head. "Watch what I do." Shely said as she got into a comfortable position of lying down on the bed with her head on her pillow. Sheila was sitting at the foot watching as her sister first started to rub at her pussy lightly, before slipping her index finger between her lips and working harder at her clit. She played with herself for a few minutes before feeling her orgasm rise in her. "Oh here I go." Shelly said to her sister as her orgasm washed over her body. It felt really strange, but interesting to masturbate and cum as her sister watched. "Now you try." Sheila did just as she watched her sister do, but just couldn't make herself feel as good as her sister had done with herself. "Can you help me?" Intrigued and feeling a bit naughty, Shelly sat up and put her finger down at her sister's pussy and started to touch her sister as she had learned to do with herself. Shelly pushed her finger between he sister's pussy lips and found tightness, but still pressed gently into Sheila's virgin pussy. "Where did you learn to do this?" Sheila asked her sister as she was moaning in pleasure. "Just practice." Shelly said, adding, "and talking with my friends." Shelly continued to push and pull her finger out of her sister before joking, "I bet you want Louis to do this with his cock." "Oh yeah!"Sheila said before repeating it as she felt her preteen orgasm hitting her hard. It was better than anything else she had felt. After catching her breath, she looked at her sister, "Thank you for that." "No problem." Shelly grinned, "Now you owe me one, but not tonight." she said. "We better get to sleep before Dad comes in here." They turned the lights off and climbed under the covers to sleep. In the boys room, they were comparing notes about what they did with their half-sisters. "Dude, you took a shower with Sheila?" Harry asked his younger brother. "Yeah." Louis replied, a little red faced. "Is that all you did?" Harry pressed. Louis, still blushing, replied. "I washed her first with a loofah first. It was incredible to be able to see her naked and touch parts of her. I even got to touch her pussy with my bare hand and she really liked it. We then kissed before she washed me." Getting to the really juicy part, he then stopped, but his brother could tell he wanted to say more. "And..." "She rubbed my dick until I came. It was incredible." I washed it off of both of us before we rinsed off and got out of the shower." Louis then realized his brother may have gotten lucky as well. "What about you and Shelly?" "We masturbated each other until we both came." he said. It was so hot. "She even said we would have Wednesday through Friday to have fun next week while Dad is at work. I, for one, hope to have sex with Shelly." "I wonder if Sheila would want to have sex with me." Louis said. "All you can do is ask." Harry said. "And hope." The boys stayed up a little longer imagining having sex with their sisters before getting to sleep. The next day, as promised, their father brought them to the see a movie. Their father sat on the aisle while Sheila sat next to him and on her other side was Louis. Harry sat next to Shelly. With their father around, they couldn't do anything untoward and had to act as simple siblings and friends. They went to a restaurant after that for a nice supper before heading home. The pairs of siblings were actually starting to feel like couples and it was almost like the outing was a double date chaperoned by their father. On Monday, the day before Christmas, the foursome went to the park once again. Once there, they were virtually alone and walked around to find themselves alone on a walking path. There, surrounded by the trees and no one else, the siblings decided to kiss again. Harry and Shelly embraced and kissed a much more passionate kiss than they had before. Louis and Sheila also kissed, but they were slightly more awkward, but not lacking for the same love. "On Wednesday, when Dad is at work, would you want to have sex with me?" Louis asked nervously. "Sure." Sheila replied blushing. "Have you ever had sex before?" "No. This will be my first time." Louis replied, staring straigjht into her eyes. "Same here." Sheila volunteered. They kissed once more before moving on. They played a little at the park before heading back home. That night, Sheila was in her room alone and managed to masturbate herself to an orgasm, small as it was compared to when her sister did it with her, but it felt really good nonetheless. She imagined Louis was playing with her as she played with herself. In the boys' room, they were talking about sex. "Man, I need to jerk myself off." Harry said. "You mind if I do it now?" He asked his brother. "I was going to as well." Louis said as both boys stripped their underwear off, all they were wearing at the time, and started to masturbate in fromt of each other for the first time. "Man, I can't wait til Wednesday." Harry said, lying on his bed and stroking his cock fast. "I want to put my cock in Shelly's cute pussy. God I bet it's tight." "It felt so good with Sheila just rubbing me. I bet her pussy would be much better." Louis said. "I'd love to watch you two have sex." Harry said. "Maybe we can have a foursome." "What's a foursome?" Louis asked. "Shelly and me having sex right next to you and Sheila." Harry explained. "Oh gawd!" Harry moaned as he made himself feel really good. "Well, I don't know how to have sex." Louis admitted. "Maybe we could watch you first to see how it is." "Yes!" Harry called out as he came, his sperm shooting from his cock onto his chest. After he cleaned up and calmed down from his orgasm, he turned to his brother. "I'll talk to Shelly. I'm sure I can convince her if not our first time, maybe after that." "Ooh yeah!" Louis shot his own sperm as he made himself cum as well. They cleaned themselves up and went to sleep, their half-sisters in their erotic dreams. Christmas arrived when they all woke up. It was a typical Christmas with the children unwrapping their gifts, with the boys having some presents from their mother that she sent over about a week before they got there. The sibling couples got to steal some kisses once in a while when their father was otherwise distracted. They all helped make the dinner and played with their Christmas gifts in the down time. "I'm so glad you four are getting along so well." their father commented during dinner. "That is such a great gift for me." "Yeah." Shelly said, "I wish we could have met them sooner. We really enjoy being together." "I'd love for them to visit us sometime. Maybe this summer." Harry said. "I'll have to talk to our mother. Now that we've met, I want to get together a lot more." Harry gave a knowing glance toward Shelly. She loved how they both handled that double entendre. "That's great that you four are friends with each other." Their father said with a warm smile showing. "This was my hope, that this Christmas would be special and maybe your mother, Harry and Louis, would allow me to see you two more. She and I will have to talk later about this. And I can see the girls going to visit with you during summer." Everyone relaxed after dinner and sat down to watch a movie together. After it was over, their father had them go to bed with a reminder. "As I am sure my girls told you, I am going to be working the next three days. I'll get home about 5:30 and I expect the house to be in a proper shape and that you four will help cook supper after I get home. So I say good-bye until I get home from work tomorrow." That night was almost as exciting as Christmas Eve night, going to sleep with the expectation of waking up to presents. This time, they all found it hard to sleep with the expectation that the next day would be a very sexual one. Sheila actually woke up first, hearing her father close the door as he went to work at close to 8:30 in the morning. After going to the bathroom, she contemplated what to wear, knowing clothes would not be necessary this day and everyone had seen everyoone else naked anyway. With that in mind, she chose to just strip naked, grab her robe and slippers in case she got cold, and go downstiars. It was nearly fifteen minutes later that she heard movement upstairs and about five minutes later, Harry came into the den with her. He was wearing clothes and stopped suddenly at the sight of his naked half-sister. "Hey cutie." Harry said to his youngest sister. "You finally got up?" Sheila teased. "What about your sexier brother? Is he up?" "Yeah, he'll be down here in a few, squirt." Harry teased back. He went to sit next to her on the couch and grabbed her playfully, pulling her down across his lap. "Maybe I ought to spank this cute little arse you have here." He gave her a few playful swats on the butt as she squirmed in good fun, laughing the whole time. When he let her get back up, she continued her teasing. "I bet you liked touching my butt." She then sat on his lap and squirmed enough to really get his cock hard. "You're just a little tease!" Harry said. "I'm hungry." she suddenly said getting off of Harry's lap and walking as sexily as she could into the kitchen. "Go see what's taking your more handsome brother so long. And go wake up your lover sister. I want to get statrted." "Yes your hineyness." he joked. before getting up and going to check on his siblings. "Oh hey, Louis." he said as soon as he got upstairs to see his brother coming out of the bathroom. "Sheila is downstairs and is eager to get a start to the day. She's also naked, why don't you join her the same way?" "You mean go downstairs naked?" Louis asked. "Don't get shy on us now." Harry said. "We've all seen each other naked and will be doing so a lot the next couple of days. I'll see if I can't get Shelly to do the same when I wake her up." "All right." Louis said as he went to his room and took his underwear off, threw on a robe and socks so he could stay warm and went downstairs. He found Sheila in the kitchen, sitting at the table wearing only an open robe, eating her breakfast. He went to join her and grabbed a bowl of cereal and sat in the seat next to her. "Morning." Sheila greeted Louis after she swallowed a mouthful of cereal. She had quietly watched her mostly naked half brother until that point. "Morning." Louis replied, enjoying seeing her nakedness as he ate breakfast. "You got up early." "Today is going to be fun." she said. "You know." Louis said nervously, "I've never had sex before and I asked Harry if I could watch him with Shelly, you know, just to see how to do it." He paused to see the look on her face, she didn't react so he went on. "And Harry said he would want to watch us as well, maybe even both of us having sex at the same time together in the same room. What do you think?" "Sure." Sheila said. "I wouldn't mind watching Harry and Shelly go first to see how to do it and what it feels like." As the two younger sibling love birds were eating downstiars togather, Harry went into Shelly's room to wake her up. "Morning sexy." he quietly said as he saw her eyes open. "Mmm." she groaned as she woke up to see her half naked half-brother sitting on her bed. "What are you doing in here?" "Starting the day." Harry smiled. "A fun sexy day." He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. "Louis and Sheila are already downstairs. I just came from there to get you up." "OK, give me a few minutes and I will be down there." Shelly said. "Come with just a robe. That's the dress code today." Harry said before he got up off the bed and strippped his shorts off, leaving him naked and walked out of her room, letting her see his ass as he left. He went downstairs with his own robe and sandals. A few minutes later, after going to the bathroom and brushing her hair some, Shelly also stripped her clothes and went downstairs with her slippers and robe on. She ate breakfast with Harry while Louis and Sheila were in the den watching TV and cuddling with each other. After a half an hour, breakfast was done. "Before we get started, can we go in the hot tub?" Sheila asked. "That sounds great." Harry said. The four went to the back of the house and took the cover off before losing their robes and footwear and climbing into the hot water. This time, Harry and Shelly sat together on one side while Louis and Sheila sat together opposite them. The couples cuddled together. Harry and Shelly were the first to kiss each other on lips. Watching them for a few seconds, Sheila looked at Louis and they also kissed. About a minute later, they started to talk about sex. "Shelly," Sheila began, "would it be OK if Louis and I watched you two having sex first. I'm kind of nervous." Shelly looked over at Harry. "You don't mind, do you?" he asked her. "I wouldn't mind them watching us just to see how to have sex." "Have you had sex before?" Shelly asked Harry. "No, but I have seen videos." Harry said. "I think I know what to do." "Sure." Shelly said to her sister after a moment to think about it. "Will you let us watch you two?" "Sure." Sheila answered before turning to Louis. He smiled at her and repeated her response. He leaned down and kissed her once more. They stayed in the hot tub for a few more minutes until it was time to get out. "Let's go to my room." Shelly said as she and Harry put the lid back on the tub. Sheila and Louis grabbed their robes and footwear and walked hand-in-hand to Shelly's room. A minute later, Shelly and Harry arrived clad in their robes and carrying their footwear. Sheila and Louis were already sitting on the bed kissing. "OK lovebirds." Shelly said entering the room. "I would say get a room, but I guess this is the room." Sheila and Louis got up allowing Shelly and Harry to sit on the bed. "Our turn now." she said and kissed Harry. He caressed her body, rubbing his hands down her body and hitting her pussy. "All right, lay down on your pillows." Harry said to Shelly. She scooted up on the bed and pulled the sheets down. Her head resting on her pillows, she spread her legs, giving Harry, as well as the rest of her audience, an amazing view. Harry lay down next to her and kissed her on her lips, a kiss she reciprocated passionately. Finally, he knelt up between her legs. "You really want to do this?" Harry asked, knowing there would be no going back from here. "Do it!" Shelly exclaimed. Sheila and Louis were sitting on the other side of the bed, watching in sexual curiosity as Harry moved his cock into position and pushed it in Shelly's pussy. It easily slipped between her lips and slowly disappeared into her pussy. When his cock was burined completely, Harry was laying over top of Shelly, resting his arms on either side of her. In this position, their faces were inches from each other and they shared a kiss. "How does it feel Shelly?" Sheila asked her sister. "It's so incredible!" Shelly replied. "I can feel his whole penis in me. I feel full but in a good way." "Sex is when the guy moves in and out." Harry said, not believing he just lost his virginity to his equally virgin half-sister with his brother and her sister watching. "Are you ready?" "Do it!" Shelly exclaimed. Harry did so, pulling his cock mostly out before pushing it back in. He repeated this action watching his sister's face light up with sexual pleasure. Louis and Sheila watched with eager anticipation that they would be next. "Yess!" Shelly cooed as she felt Harry's cock ride in and out of her newly devirgined pussy. "They're really doing it!" Sheila exclaimed as she watched in amazement as her sister's legs wrapped around Harry's ass while he moved in and out of her pussy. She looked over at Louis and grinned at him knowing they would be doing that very thing in a few minutes. "Oh yeah, Shelly!" Harry moaned as he was increasing his pace in and out of his half-sister's pussy. He couldn't believe how incredible it felt to feel his cock sliding in and out of this warm, wet, tight pussy. "Keep it up, Harry!" Shelly called out. "I'm starting to feel really good!" She was moving her hips in sync with Harry so they were sliding out and pushing in at the same time. Within a few minutes, Shelly came in her first intercourse orgasm. She wrapped her legs tightly around Harry's ass as she tried to shove him in her pussy. "Oooh!" she moaned in pleasure. "Holy!" Harry gasped feeling her pussy clamp down on his cock as her body was experiencing an orgasm. The senations were too much for him and he shot his virgin load into her flexing pussy. "Yeah!" Shelly sighed as she felt Harry's sperm jet into her pussy and increase her orgasmic feelings. Finally, both were spent and Harry rolled off of her, laying right next to her. "Thank you for that amazing experience." Harry said, looking lovingly into his half-sister's eyes. She looked right back at him. "You were amazing, too." She then leaned toward him and kissed him on the lips. He reciprocated in a lustful embrace. "We're next." Sheila said eagerly as she laid down next to her sister and half-brother. Louis looked down at his half-sister and just smiled. He couldn't believe the fact that he was going to lose his virginity to this amazingly cute girl. "Kiss me down there first." Sheila said pointing to her pussy. Louis looked down at the tempting sex and just agreed, "OK." as he leaned down and kissed her pussy lips, first one side then the other. "Ooh. That felt funny." Sheila giggled. Louis sat up and leaned over her, kissing her lips this time. With their siblings watching, Louis got into position and put his cock at her pussy and pushed in. Sheila gasped at the sudden intrusion, but retained her smile. "Did it hurt?" Louis asked with concern. "No, it was just a surprise." she replied. He was only partially in and his cock was already feeling the tight confines of this preteen virgin pussy. He continued to push in until he was completely buried in her. "Bloody hell this feels good." he sighed. He looked at Sheila who was smiling. "I love this, too." she said. Loius pulled out before pushing back in. His strokes starting short, but soon he was pulling out almost his whole length before pushing back in. "Oh yeah! Keep doing that!" Sheila said as she wrapped her arms around him. In and out, both preteens were loving the feeling of this intense virginial sex. "I love how cute they look." Shelly grinned at Harry as they were watching for a few minutes, loving every minute of it. "You think we looked just as sexy?" "I bet we did." Harry said looking at his sister before kissing her to the sounds of their siblings having sex. He went over and laid down next to Sheila and started to rub at her nipples. She turned and kissed her other brother on the lips even as Louis was sliding in and out of her. Shelly, watching Harry and Sheila, decided to get in on the action and got closer to Louis and kissed him on the lips. "Maybe tomorrow, we can switch partners." Shelly suggested. "I wouldn't mind feeling your prick in me." she grinned at Louis as she reached down to where his cock was moving in and out of Sheila. Finally, Louis was feeling his own orgasm rising and grunting harder. Shelly and Harry moved from their siblings and just let the younger couple go at it. "Oh Sheila!" he called out as he felt his cum burst out of his cock. Sheila felt for the first time a warm jet of boy sperm spurt in her formerly virgin pussy. "Ooh!" Sheila moaned as her own youthful orgasm surprised her. It was a sudden, intense sensation of ecstatic pleasure. She also thought it felt weird but good as his cum entred into her pussy. After a moment to calm down, Louis leaned down and kissed his sister, to whom he both lost his virginity and took hers. "That was amazing!" Sheila said after the kiss. "Thank you for letting me be your first." Louis said to Sheila. "We will remember this for the rest of our lives." "I want to take a shower again." Sheila said to Louis. "Come with me." "I'd love to." he smiled at her as they got off the bed and walked hand-in-hand to the bathroom. Harry and Shelly were left in the room. They kissed once more as she touched her pussy and rubbed her fingers in the leaking cum. "Go ahead, taste it." Harry suggested. "I do it sometimes." he then showed her by pulling her fingers to his mouth and sucking on them. She dipped her fingers into the leaking cum and tasted it herself. "Not bad." she said. "I dare you to lick it off of me." With that, she laid down with her legs hanging off the end of her bed and spread them. With a smile, Harry obliged and knelt down with his head between her legs and started to lick at her pussy. "Ooh! That feels good!" she cooed. Harry continued to push his tongue in deeper to find more of his sperm hiding in her formerly virgin pussy. She loved this new sensation with his wet tongue tickling her pussy. "Oh I love this!" she said. She lifted her legs so they were draped over Harry's shoulders and touched her feet behind his back. She moved her hands so they were on the back of her brother's head. "Keep it up!" she sighed. Harry couldn't believe how much not only Shelly loved this, but also how much he was loving it. The taste of her pussy was strange, but good. He knew he was going to do this again. Maybe he would even do it before sex. After a few minutes, Shelly jumped a little with another smaller orgasm. "That's enough, Harry!" She sighed. He got up and laid down next to her, kissing her once more. They were truly in love. In the bathroom, Sheila and Louis got the tub ready for a bath instead of a shower. Louis got in first followed by Sheila, who sat between his legs, her back resting on his chest. He reached around and just held her. She leaned back and looked at her half-brother. "Kiss me." she said. He leaned down and did just that, their lips connecting with a preteen incestuous passion, a love of two siblings who took each other's virginities. After they ended their kiss, Louis moved one of his hands down to Sheila's pussy and started to rub at her lips. She just moaned and bend her legs to allow him better access. "Do you want to have sex with Shelly?" she asked him. "Sure." Louis said. "I still love you a lot, but I would love to do her, too." He then added, "And I would love to watch you and Harry have sex, too." "Yeah, I could then compare my two sexy brothers." she teased. "This makes me wonder what sex with Dad would be like." "Would you dare?" he asked a little surprised. "I doubt it unless I knew he wanted to." she said, "but a girl can dream." With that comment, Louis pushed his finger into Sheila's pussy. She leaned back on him once again, murmuring in contentment. She could feel his cock pressing at her back. After a few minutes, she took his finger out of her and asked him to wash her. Eager to molest her all over, he took the soap and once again lathered her body up and down, much to her own pleasure. After he was finished, she also washed him. After rinsing off and drying off, they went downstairs, still naked.

Scripting Tools byDunsanysGhost© "Look, I don't mean to be rude," the young teacher said, interrupting the janitor's awkward small-talk, "but these projects all need to be marked by tomorrow morning. I really need to concentrate, so if you're done in here...." "Sure, sure. I understand, miss. It's just that ... you look pretty stressed out. And I think sometimes, taking just a few minutes to stop and recharge can make a job that much quicker and easier. If you just took a moment to stretch your neck, maybe close your eyes...." She hadn't really noticed, but her neck was tense, and her eyes were stinging a little. And there was something odd about his voice, that she couldn't quite put her finger on. She listened more closely: "Just take three or four minutes off to relax. Take a deep breath. In ... and out ... in ... and out ... in ... and out. Feel all the tension just slipping away." His hands felt very good massaging her shoulders. "Forget about the projects, forget about the desk, the room. You are aware only of my voice. You are growing more and more relaxed. You don't need to worry about anything. Just obey my voice. Following my instructions will make you calm. Do you want to be calm?" "Yes," she said. "You will address me as 'Master.' Do you want to be calm and happy?" "Yes Master." "Very good. Open your eyes." The janitor was sitting on her desk in front of her, with his overalls undone to the crotch. He unzipped his fly and got out his love noodle. "My semen will make you calm and happy. Would you like to drink some?" "Yes Master," she breathed, staring at his manhood. "May I?" "You may." She parted her lips, and wet them with her tongue. She slowly, dreamily moved her head toward him. She took the head of his cock between her lips and flicked her tongue back and forth across it. It rapidly grew, and she sucked it into her warm mouth...." Addie read incredulously. This was the seventh or eighth story like this she'd looked at. Who read this stuff? Who wrote it? If these perverts seriously thought hypnosis worked that way, why weren't they picking up babes in real life, instead of writing bad prose about it? Or if they didn't ... why bother with it as a plot device? You might as well just write a story about a bunch of sex robots going at it. Well, everyone's got their own interests, I guess, and this is probably fairly harmless. But ... "love noodle??" Like the suggestible teacher, Addie was working late. She usually did, really. If you asked her, she'd say that time just seemed to get away, and there was always so much for a system administrator to do. She could say that—her workmates wouldn't know any better—but to be honest, her job wasn't really that hard. With a bit of planning ahead and a systematic approach, she was able to keep things running perfectly smoothly, and under budget, at the small company she worked for. No, to be honest, she felt just as much at home here as in her apartment. She could go home at five, order dinner, maybe watch some TV or a movie, and end up dwelling on why she was alone; why, at 27, she'd never really even had a boyfriend. Or she could spend the evening here, where there were always systems to tinker with, scripts to write, new platforms to research (usually beyond anything the company actually needed). This evening, though, rather than doing any of those things, Addie found herself reading bad amateur erotic fiction. In theory, part of her job description was to keep an eye on staff internet usage. Normally she didn't like to pry, and certainly many staff accessed personal email, news websites and humour blogs quite frequently. She didn't want to be a hard-ass, and the office manager hadn't made an issue of it (Mr Dunsany wasn't interested in IT, and left her more or less autonomous), so she turned a blind eye. But she did have a script running each week to search through recent internet activity for anything inappropriate; the real concern was fraud, but while writing the script she had also added search terms for "offensive" matter. This morning the script had run and flagged some pages that Jack in Sales had viewed, and here she was, checking them out, to see how offensive they were, and whether the company ought to be concerned. Initially Addie had wondered whether she ought to report this to Mr Dunsany. But Jack was the company's top seller, and she was sure the boss wouldn't care. Mr Dunsany was no moral beacon himself, judging by own internet habits. So as long as Jack didn't waste too much time reading this stuff, or start spreading it round to the other staff, she probably didn't really need to do anything. It was funny, though, to think of him, sitting there in his office, reading these stories, maybe gently stroking an erection under his desk ... well, she had to admit, it was a little titillating. She felt like a voyeur, seeing right into Jack's fantasies, right into his mind. Not that Jack was at all her type. He was dumb as hell, for one thing. He had good looks, boundless confidence and a total lack of skills, talents or knowledge, a combination that would be disastrous in any other setting, but was irritatingly successful in sales. But when she got home that evening, she had a bath before bed, and soon found herself imagining Jack reading those stories, while her finger drew circles over her clitoris. She pictured him sitting in his office, reading online erotica while staff went about their business in the offices all around him. She wondered how often she had walked past his open door while he was reading about hypnotising women for sex, and whether he had looked up, surreptitiously stroking his cock through his trousers, as she walked past. Whether he had imagined hypnotising her. She thought of him fantasising about her appearing in his office, and about himself putting her into a trance, shutting the door, bending her over his desk, pulling up the skirt of her dress, pulling down her panties, and slowly pushing his swollen purple cock head between her lips and inching into her depths.... She came suddenly, hugely, gaspingly, convulsively. In her involuntary thrashing, she lost her balance, went under the bath and came up a couple seconds later coughing and spluttering. This soon turned to laughter; she hadn't come that hard in a long time, and she would never have thought to fantasise about that dolt Jack. * * * * * The next day at work Addie kept thinking about Jack and his reading habits. Because she was pretty good at her job, she didn't really have a lot to do, and so a few times she found herself checking to see whether Jack was using the internet. Of course, Jack was often on the phone (when not out visiting prospects), but at lunchtime she checked his browsing and saw that he had downloaded a long story (Hypnosis in the Spices and Condiments Aisle) just three minutes earlier. He must still be reading it! She felt a thrill, and imagined herself visiting him on some pretext. She wouldn't do it in real life; she wasn't very brave with that kind of thing. She wondered whether she could come up with a believable pretext, anyway. But then, she thought, what's "believable?" The guy's a moron; he'd believe anything! And how scary was this, anyway? It wasn't like asking a guy out; the whole thing was totally deniable. She would just pretend she knew nothing about the erotica, and go right in. Within a couple of minutes, she had come up with a pretext and dared herself to go through with it. She stepped into the server room and grabbed her little multifunction electrical tester and the stepladder, and traversed the corridor to his room. His door was closed, which was unusual; Jack always kept his door open when he was in there. Addie hesitated, but then a colleague came round the corner and she thought she'd look pretty peculiar just standing there with the ladder, so she opened the door and barged right in. He was wide-eyed and red-faced, and his right hand was under his desk, but she pretended not to notice anything. "Oh, hey Jack, I thought you were out," she said. "Ignore me. I've just got to test your cable. I'm getting some ... uh ... strange readings, and I might need to look at the ... couplings." As she said this, she set up the step ladder in the corner in front of his desk, where the data cables ran near the ceiling. She climbed the ladder and started brandishing the tester at the cables. She theatrically held the tester near various points on the cable and jotted down the numbers from the testing device, while wondering how far up the back of her skirt Jack could see. Jack was normally pretty quick with some inane wisecrack or other, but now he just gibbered, "Sure. Okay. No problem," and cleared his throat. After a minute or so Addie thought she heard a barely perceptible rhythmic susurration coming from under the desk. No way, she thought. Someone walked past in the corridor and the sound stopped; then ten seconds later it began again. Sure enough; he must be staring at her ass, rubbing his cock under his desk! She did her best to look totally absorbed in the numbers she was jotting down, and the sound got a little louder and faster. How could he think she wouldn't hear that? Did he even care? She leaned forward to reach further along Jack's cable, and felt the material of her skirt ride further up the back of her thighs. She was pretty sure Jack would be able to see a little corner of her panties. She held that pose for about ten seconds, taking a reading and jotting it down. She pretended not to notice the change in his breathing, and the salty smell that filled the office as she slowly climbed down the ladder. She folded the ladder, picked it up, stepped back into the corridor, and only then turned to face Jack. He was redder than ever, and looking somewhat dazed. "Thanks Jack. I guess your cable is working," Addie said with a friendly smile. "Would you like the door open, or closed?" * * * * * The rest of Addie's day was an absolute write-off. Of course, if any crises had arisen, she could have dealt with them, but crises weren't very common the way she ran things. As it was, she just had a few medium-to-long-term projects on the go, and none of them could maintain her interest after what had happened at lunchtime. Nevertheless, out of habit, it was early evening by the time she started logging off and getting ready to head home. She looked up from organising her things and was surprised to see Jack in her doorway; normally by 6:45 she had the building to herself. "Oh, hi Jack! Still here, eh?" said Addie. "Yeah. I worked late today," Jack said. "I was just leaving, and wanted to see if anyone else was still here. If not I was going to turn off the lights." That was pretty hard to believe; Jack didn't seem the type to worry about the environment, or even the company's utility bill. "Oh, well I was just leaving too. We can walk out together," said Addie, yawning as she pulled her coat on. "Tired?" asked Jack. "Oh, I guess," said Addie. "I haven't really been sleeping that well." After a pause she said, "I suppose I'm a bit tense." She waited. "I guess I have a bit of trouble relaxing." She looked at Jack; still nothing. "Actually I've been wondering whether hypnotherapy might help." Finally! A flicker of cognition crossed Jack's face. "Oh, hypnotherapy, huh? I've been reading a little bit about that, as it happens. I thought it might come in handy, you know ... uh ... with prospects." "Prospects?" Addie asked, smiling. "You mean, you want to hypnotise them into buying our products? Is that even legal?" "Oh, well, I just thought, if I learned a little bit, I could just, maybe, use it a little, or something...." Jack was floundering, but Addie chose to pretend this idea wasn't crazy. "Well, with what you've learned so far, can you give me some sort of hypnotic suggestion to sleep better, or something? It might be good practice for you." "Oh, yeah, okay," said Jack. "We could try that right now. Have a seat and get comfortable." Addie looked at Jack and considered. There was absolutely no way this smarmy buffoon was going to be able to hypnotise her; there was no danger of that. But the idea that he wanted to was oddly exciting. This transparent, bumbling jerk fancied himself a smooth sexual predator, about to ensnare her in his trap, when really she was pulling all the strings. "Alright, sure. Why not?" She sat back in her chair, and kicked off her shoes out of habit. She leant back and looked at Jack. "Okay," said Jack, "start by closing your eyes. Imagine yourself sitting by a brook, in a forest, on a summer's day, miles from anywhere. You haven't got any responsibilities. You've been walking, you've come to this beautiful spot, and you've decided to lie down and have a siesta." Addie remembered this spiel from one of the stories Jack had downloaded. It was hard not to laugh. "You lie down on the soft grass. Birds are tweeting quietly in the canopy. You can feel all the muscles in your body start to relax. First your toes relax ... then your feet relax," Jack intoned. "Then your calves relax ... then your thighs relax ... then your ... um ... you know, your ... abdomen relaxes ...." This was a little relaxing, but mostly it was just amusing. Addie worked hard to keep a straight face and steady breathing as Jack talked her through relaxing all of the muscles he could think of. "Now your entire body is completely relaxed. You can feel yourself falling asleep. You are very, very relaxed, and fall into a deep sleep. You gradually fall into a deeper and deeper sleep. But you can still hear my voice. Can you still hear my voice, Addie?" "Yes." she replied. "And are you sleeping deeply?" "Yes." "Addie. This deep, relaxed sleep is very restful for you. This kind of sleep will do you a lot of good, and you will always wake up feeling very refreshed. Do you understand?" "Yes." "You will be able to reach this deep relaxed sleeping state every night, and whenever you want. You will remember how to reach this state, and be able to find it easily. Do you understand?" "Yes," Addie dutifully intoned. A pause followed. Addie had expected this, of course; presumably Jack was now gathering his courage. "When you are in this state, you will focus on my voice, and must obey my instructions. Do you understand?" "Yes." A pause. "Addie, stand up." She stood. "Stand on one leg." She did, wobbling a little. "Make funny faces." She tried. Jack's imagination was limited; she was glad he didn't ask her for the administrator password or something like that. "Addie, set up the ladder in the middle of the room and climb up it." Oh, so he hadn't got a good enough look up her skirt at lunchtime? Addie did as bidden. She kept her eyes closed—Jack hadn't said to open them, and she felt it would be harder to pretend to be in a trance with them open—but she knew her workspace very well. Addie heard Jack sidle up behind her. His breathing sounded heavy. After a moment she felt his hands pulling up the back of her skirt. She considered stopping him—maybe pretending to gradually wake up—but she wanted to see where this would lead. And, hell, she was 27 years old. She deserved a little action from time to time. This was a little odd, granted—well, very odd—but she had to admit to herself, it was hot as hell. The thought of Jack, standing right behind her, captivated by her ass, was a new thrill. She felt his hand press against her thigh, and slowly move up to her right cheek. Sparks of pleasure leapt between his groping hand and her moistening vulva. Addie felt Jack's fingers loop through the waistband of her panties and start to pull downward. Her own breathing quickened, though she tried to keep it silent. "Lean forward, Addie," said Jack, unsteadily. With her panties around her mid-thighs, Addie leaned her torso across the platform at the top of the ladder, exposing herself completely to his exploring fingers. Jack slowly ran a finger between her cheeks. A tingling sensation shot right down to Addie's knees and up to her nipples as his finger reached her anus, slowly drew a circle around it, and continued downward. His finger then lightly traced over her lips. Goosebumps hared across her skin like gusts of wind over a grassy hillside. Jack's finger traced a zigzag path across her lips, edging downward with excruciating slowness, as he intoned, "When you are in this state, you will become very aroused, and feel a strong need to have sex with me." Addie started gasping and sighing with impunity, and moaned atavistically when Jack leaned in and gently kissed her on the clitoris. Was he surprised to find her so wet? Probably not, the smug bastard. "Addie, climb back down and sit in the chair," said Jack, pulling her panties back up. Weakly, she righted herself, climbed off the ladder and sat down, her eyes still closed. "Okay, now open your mouth." She knew what must be coming, but had never let a cock in her mouth before. She didn't want to hesitate, though, or he might figure out that she wasn't really hypnotised, which, at this point, would be very embarrassing for both of them. As soon as she parted her lips, she felt his hot, heavy hardness against her thick bottom lip. The tip of Jack's cock slid slowly across her tongue, filling her mouth with the taste of him while his smell grew sharp in her nostrils. "Addie, blow me," said Jack. That wasn't very specific, and at first, she just sucked, so to speak. Fortunately, Jack had some idea what he wanted: "Use long, slow strokes. Slowly pull your head right back." Addie retreated until her lips closed in a sloppy kiss, right at the tip of Jack's glans. Then she slowly advanced again, pushing her lips over him, until she had about half of his length. "Yeah ... that's it," he moaned. "Swirl your tongue around." Addie's tongue began to move over, under and around Jack's throbbing organ. "Tickle my balls with your fingernails," commanded Jack. Addie reached up blindly with both hands. She found his scrotum and lightly scratched it with her left hand. Her right hand formed a loop around the base of his penis and intuitively started a gentle massaging motion. "I am going to come in your mouth, Addie. You love the taste of my come. You will swallow it all eagerly. Drinking my come will make you feel ...." He broke off, and suddenly her throat was assaulted with several hot jets of sticky fluid. Addie swallowed repeatedly, with Jack's cock still occupying the front of her mouth, as he moaned and bucked. She tried not to think of Michel Faber's description of semen, "the snot of male desire," as the fluid negotiated her esophagus. "That was very good," panted Jack. He ad-libbed distractedly, as he dried his appendage with a handkerchief and put it away. "You did very well, Addie. You can feel a warm glow from my come in your belly, giving you ... um ... a strong sense of contentment and peace." Addie licked her lips. Jack went on, "From now on, whenever you hear me say the word 'Stockholm,' you will return to this state, and you will say, 'What are your instructions?' to assure me that you are hypnotised. Do you understand?" Addie said that she did. "I will now bring you back awake. You will remember none of what has happened, but you will feel refreshed and invigorated. When I reach the number one you will be fully awake." Jack counted backward from ten. At one, Addie started trying to act normal—as, for that matter, did Jack. "How do you feel?" he asked. Addie didn't know what to say or where to look. "I think you'll sleep better tonight," Jack blurted. "Well, I, uh ... thanks. I'll let you know how it goes," muttered Addie. "Goodness, is that the time? I'd better get going." * * * * * Over the next couple of days at work, Addie was all nerves: looking up every time anyone passed her door to see if it was Jack, hoping it was, but at the same time dreading seeing him, and running imagined conversations through her head. She was keeping tabs on Jack remotely, via his internet usage, and was not surprised to see him returning to his favourite erotic fiction site. What was new, though, was that he created an account (he was now "TheJackal"), and then uploaded a story: Doing IT. It was, of course, a description of their recent encounter, from his perspective. It was written without any identifying details, although he did say in his preface that it was a true story. Addie tried to read it, but found it much too distracting for the workplace, and decided to read it later at home. That night in bed, Addie fired up her laptop and accessed Doing IT again. It was short, poorly written and mechanical, and it was only her connection to the story that gave it its erotic impact, but what an impact. Jack now believed she was under his spell. He believed he had violated her and circumvented her conscious discretion. He had used her like a sex slave, totally failing to grasp that it had been her idea in the first place! She read the story over and over again, while masturbating with the intensity of a teenager. Only an hour and five orgasms later did she notice the reader comments posted under the story. It already had eight comments! Wow; how many people were reading this? Most of the comments were up to anonymous's usual standard: "cool story bro", from Marauder, "very nice story, keep writing!" from Pink_Ink69, "MAI DIK HAZ A HARD" from FapCat, that sort of thing. The most recent comment was quite interesting though. It was from a reader called TheRector: "I believe u when u say this really happened. Do u think u can put her under again? U should take requests!! My first request is, I want u 2 buttfuck her, and then come back and describe it all 2 us in gloryous detail." Yikes. Would he? If so, how much would it hurt? She was suddenly rather worried. She'd never put anything into her ass before (and certainly neither had anyone else). She fished around in her drawers for her rarely-used vibrator, dipped it into her still-soaked pussy to lubricate it, and then positioned it at her anus. She tried a few awkward positions, and eventually lay on her belly, reaching behind to manipulate the vibrator. It still felt dry, so she spat on it and tried again. It was painful when she tried to force it in. Patiently, though, and with more spit, she was able to inch the device slowly past her sphincter, and gradually relax. That was encouraging. Still, this wasn't quite "buttfucking" yet, and when she tried to push the vibrator in and out with any kind of rhythm, she involuntarily and painfully clenched down on it again. Instead she left the vibrator inserted about four inches up her ass and kept it still, while she reached under herself to stimulate her raw clitoris again. At first it was more uncomfortable than exciting, but then she thought of all the people out there in internet land, reading about her first encounter with Jack, waiting to read about another one. She wanted to let Jack screw her ass; he would come, then he would write it up and post it, then hundreds of other guys, all over the world, would read about it and jack off, thinking about screwing a hypnotised Addie. Really, she was turning them all on. She was like a sex goddess, responsible for all that desire and a bucket full of semen. She imagined that bucket full of hot, gooey semen jetting into her ass, in a raging torrent. When Addie started to come, some lustful instinct drove her left hand to plunge the vibrator recklessly in and out of her ass, while her right hand rubbed the bejeezus out of her clitoris. The orgasm went on and on, and when it finally ground to a halt, she hardly knew who she was. She just lay there, stunned. Her hand relaxed its grip on the vibrator, and her bowels pushed it out. Several minutes passed before she could get up to clean herself in the shower. Though it was late and she had exhausted herself, she tried to think things through. It seemed that she could enjoy anal sex, if it were taken slowly—in fact, that orgasm was quite definitely the hugest she'd ever had. But would Jack take it slowly? She went back to bed and reloaded the page. A quarter of an hour ago, Jack had replied to TheRector saying that he would sodomise her at the earliest opportunity, and report back! Addie quickly created an account under the name HypnoLord, and commented thus: "Be careful though. If you hurt her she might wake up. That happened to my friend and he did a few years in the big house. You need to take your time, start with a finger, use LOTS of lube, play with her clit, make sure she's relaxed. A hypnotised honey cumming hard while I shaft her rear end is my favourite thing, it just doesn't get any better." Carrot and stick. * * * * * The next day, Addie went to work in her tight-fitting jeans. She told herself that, if this were going to happen, she'd rather it happen soon, while her courage lasted. Really, though, it was just that since last night, the idea of Jack buggering her was all she could think about. She was nervous, but hoped Jack would see her comment and act on it. She had a couple of opportunities to flaunt her ass to Jack during the day, including once when she'd been walking past his open door and stopped to talk to another coworker. She'd taken care to position herself with her back to Jack, and the coworker was not in line with Jack and the doorway, so Jack was pretty much guaranteed to be staring at her ass. She shifted her weight from hip to hip while she spoke, and could barely concentrate on her conversation. From about five, Jack wasn't working at all. Addie had developed quite a habit of watching his internet usage, and he was now simply reading stories, presumably waiting for everyone else to go home. By half past six, the last of the others had called it a day, and Jack appeared in her office door, saying, "Oh, hi Addie. Hey, I don't suppose you've ever been to Stockholm?" Addie took a deep breath, dropped her arms to her sides, adopted a blank expression, and asked, "What are your instructions?" "Take off your clothes," said Jack, closing the door. Addie pulled off her socks and dropped them next to her desk. Then she unbuttoned her top and pulled it off. Jack's gaze was locked on her lacey bra as she stood up. She turned away from him to unzip her jeans, and slowly pulled them down over her shapely rear, bending as she pushed them down over her legs. She stood to step out of them, turning back toward Jack. The material of her bra tickled her stiff nipples as she drew it off, and then they sprang free. Jack's face had turned red. Addie slipped out of her panties and stood, staring blankly into space. "Addie, stand over here and bend over your desk," Jack instructed. When she was in position, he added, "Good. Now reach down with your right hand and start rubbing your clit." Oh, thought Addie, so I'm going to need to do this myself? Fair enough, I guess ... I am supposed to be a sex slave. As long as he takes the penetration slowly, it should be okay. "As you masturbate, you will grow more aroused and more relaxed. You will grow very excited, and you will enjoy me watching you masturbate." As Jack spoke, Addie heard a lid snap open. The slimy squirt of lubricant felt ice-cold when it first fell on her anus, but soon warmed up as Jack spread it around. She felt his finger tracing circles around her hole, and then gradually starting to press inward. His finger traced a figure-8 over her ring, and pressed slightly harder and deeper on each pass. Very slowly her sphincter relaxed; very slowly he worked his finger inward. Addie's back arched as her body surrendered to the indecent new sensation. Addie dipped her fingers between her lips with a quiet moan, and returned to her clitoris. As she flicked, circled and squeezed it, she felt Jack starting to push another finger through her anus. Soon two fingers were slowly driving in and out of her, and again her muscles grew relaxed around them. Jack pulled out his fingers. Addie anticipated the assault with apprehension and arousal. She felt his penis hot and rock-hard against her anus. He pressed inward, and her sphincter squeezed shut involuntarily. He pulled back a little and drew his glans upward, through the lubricated groove between her cheeks, and then downward again to press against her tight hole. He repeated this motion a few times, and with each return to her anus, she was a little more relaxed, and he drove a little deeper, until finally her sphincter reopened to admit him. He gradually pressed inward. The now fervid motion of her hand on her clitoris spurred waves of pleasure, which leapt dizzyingly to her anus, and to every part of her body, and washed back to her centre, like echoes in a canyon. Jack put his hands on Addie's hips and began making slow, shallow thrusts. Each thrust inward was a new invasion; she was exposed, vulnerable, like a rabbit frozen in headlights. Each withdrawal consumed her with a helpless pleasure, like sinking into a warm bath after a day in the snow. Jack's thrusts gradually accelerated and deepened, and Addie scarcely noticed that she was now moving in time with them, arching her back and pushing against each violation. A bright, raw spark of pleasure kindled within her and grew to a flame. She marvelled that Jack was unwittingly following her exact instructions, playing out the short script she had written as HypnoLord. The flame rose to an incandescent blaze, and finally exploded. Addie rocked primally and lowed like an ox, as Jack's paced quickened. Her orgasm was relentless, unbearable, interminable. Finally Jack crashed against her buttocks, corkscrewed slightly clockwise, pulled her hips forcefully back against him, and shot jet after jet into her colon. Jack was still for a minute and then slowly pulled his softening organ from out of Addie, causing her to shudder. He produced some wet wipes and cleaned them both up, and he was surprisingly gentle and thorough with Addie. "That was very good. Now put your clothes back on." Addie tentatively reclaimed control of her muscles, and rose and dressed. "You will remember none of what just happened. You will remain hypnotised for five minutes, and then wake up. You will think you have been working all this time. Do you understand?" "Yes," said Addie, and Jack slunk off. * * * * * Unease ambushed Addie as she saw the expression on Jack's face. A moment ago, Mr Dunsany had phoned her and asked her to step into his office, but on arriving, she had seen that Jack was also there, not looking remotely at ease. "Hello Jack. What can I do for you, Mr Dunsany?" asked Addie brightly. "It seems a delicate situation has arisen. We're going to need you to do something," said Mr Dunsany. Do something, thought Addie? As if I normally just sit in my office playing minesweeper? She didn't like the sound of this; Mr Dunsany normally got right to the point. And why was Jack here? "Okay. Well, what's the situation? What do you need me to do?" "Perhaps it's best if Jack explains," smiled Mr Dunsany, turning to Jack. Jack looked nervously from Mr Dunsany to Addie, and cleared his throat. "We're going to need you to ... um ... go to Stockholm." What the fuck? Was Jack that fucking dumb as to tell the boss about it? Her face was burning. What the hell could she do now? She panicked, and all she could think of to say was, "What are your instructions?" "Well, well, Jack! I am impressed," said Mr Dunsany, staring lustily at Addie. "Can I give her a try? Assuming you don't mind, of course!" Jack swallowed and said, "Addie, you are now in a state of hypnosis. As long as you remain in this state, you must do whatever Mr Dunsany says. Do you understand?" "Yes," conceded Addie. "Well thank you, Jack," said Mr Dunsany. "Lock my door on the way out, will you?" The next two hours were more humiliating than anything Addie had ever expected to endure. Mr Dunsany simply unzipped his fly, revealing a very large and very ugly phallus. Addie was required to kneel under his desk and fellate him, while he blithely went about his day, tapping away at his computer, making phone calls, and periodically farting abhorrently. Addie persevered unenthusiastically while on the phone he fought with his wife, talked dirty with some other woman and brownnosed to his overlords at head office. Between calls he hectored Addie to take him further into her mouth. Every now and then, without warning, he would thrust upward, making Addie gag while knocking the back of her head against the underside of his desk. She had never thought very highly of Mr Dunsany, but until today they had mostly operated in separate spheres. Now, a mighty hatred of this vile man took root in Addie's heart. She had to admit that she had put herself in a compromising position with Jack, but Jack she thought she could handle. True, she hadn't expected him to discuss their affair so freely. It was apparent that Jack was already regretting Mr Dunsany's having pried it out of him, but she would need to work on that, and make sure he was scared to mention it to anyone else. As for Mr Dunsany, though, this was absolutely intolerable. She dared not stop now—there was no predicting how he'd react if she came clean about the hypnosis—but she would most certainly get back at him somehow. After an eternity of slobbering fruitlessly at this horrid middle-aged pecker, Addie heard the robotic grunts and soulless rhythmic gasps of bad internet porn coming quietly from the computer, and Mr Dunsany leant back in his chair. It still wasn't quick, as her tormentor was aging and oversexed, but at long last he grasped her head, thrust his huge pork sword right to the back of her mouth, and choked her grievously with an acrid explosion of semen. You will pay for this, vowed Addie, swallowing the mucose mess and suffering through one last fetid fart. "Well you are quite the little fuck toy. Good for something after all, hmm?" Mr Dunsany chuckled and shook his head while zipping up his trousers. "I wouldn't mind another round, I think. Addie, this coming Saturday night, at six in the evening, you will return to this state of hypnosis, get in your car alone, and drive to my beachhouse." He made her memorise the address and directions. "You will arrive clean, fed, hypnotised and willing to do whatever I command." * * * * * Certainly Addie considered standing him up. She had no desire to suffer Mr Dunsany's abuse again, and she feared that, in the privacy of a secluded beachhouse, he would degrade her even more thoroughly. Unfortunately, though, she could hardly avoid him indefinitely; he was her boss! And she had a plan. It was an extreme plan, and relied on an opportunity she couldn't be sure she'd have, but she could see no other way to put things right and get control of her life back. She took a deep breath as she pulled her car into the beachhouse driveway. She steeled herself, adopted a clichéd blank stare, and knocked. Mr Dunsany opened the door and told her to come in. Unceremoniously he ordered her to strip off. Then he led her into the kitchen, told her to get him a beer and cook him some dinner, and sat down to watch. He simply sat there and ogled her, as shameless as a schoolboy, while she sullenly prepared a meal for one from the well-stocked kitchen. Then he bade her sit by him and feed him with one hand while rubbing his cock with lotion with the other hand. This was exhausting, quite apart from the debasement of it, and she was almost relieved when he finally finished his meal and told her to lie on the bed. "Face down, slave," ordered Mr Dunsany, as Addie climbed onto the bed. Not expecting him to be gentle, and knowing his size, she dreaded his choice of orifice. Sure enough, when he had positioned his Shaikorthian frame above her, she felt him bearing down on her anus. She tried to relax her muscles, but reeled with pain as Mr Dunsany immediately crashed his lotioned organ straight into her. "You can keep up your pretense if you like, Addie," said Mr Dunsany as his mammoth organ cavalierly ravaged her bowels, "but I'm not as stupid as Jack. I never believed this hypnosis bullshit for a moment. I just manoeuvred you into a corner, that's all." Addie whimpered, but there was no point in arguing, nor in struggling; Mr Dunsany's great bulk had her entirely immobilised, and he would probably only relish the resistance. His strokes grew longer and more forceful; he drew his shaft out entirely until her ring puckered sorely over the tip, and then drove back into her, pushing his full length relentlessly into her guts. She knew he was screwing her slowly, not out of any concern for her abused flesh, but just to prolong his pleasure and her humiliation. The lotion soon dried out, and he simply thrust harder, sawing in and out, pulling painfully at her tender innards. "You think you're such a genius, with your fancy degrees and computer wizardry." Through the fog of pain, she thought she was starting to hear a slight slur in his words. As the onslaught continued, Mr Dunsany started to sweat profusely, and a small amount thankfully made its way into her rectum to ease the friction somewhat. "But now here you are with my big dick in your pretty little ass, and you can't do a fucking thing about it," he slurred. His strokes accelerated, and he pounded harder and deeper all the while, until with every crash of his pelvis against her rear, she literally saw stars. Finally he crescendoed with a stricken gasp. She felt him clutch at his heart behind her. "Except poison your dinner, you sick fuck," spat out Addie. "What?!? You little bitch!" Mr Dunsany wheezed, circling her neck with his hands as if to strangle her. Before he was able to hurt this new part of her anatomy, his strength rapidly ebbed, and then he subsided altogether, with a death rattle in her ear. As his body went limp, his bladder released, flooding her bowels with one final posthumous insult. The difficult struggle to extricate herself from underneath her dead boss was the most macabre of her life. Her bowels contained a mix of urine, semen, and probably feces and blood, which would surely have Forensics asking all the right questions if she spilt it here on the mattress. Reaching behind her, she pushed her hand in between their bodies, grasped the corpse's phallus and gently pulled in out of her backside. She squeezed her anus tightly over the glans as she pulled it out, somehow holding back the heaving tide despite intense churning pains and waves of nausea. Heroically she held it in while slithering out from underneath the carcass and waddling to the toilet, and her relief on reaching it was mighty. Addie put on the gloves she had brought and started cleaning up. First she showered and dressed. Then she washed all of the dishes very thoroughly, dried them and put them away, and also rubbed down the few surfaces she had been compelled to touch with her fingers. Next she washed and dressed Mr Dunsany's body. She found a wheeled office chair in the study, managed to roll the body onto it, and wheeled in out onto the balcony. She dumped the body onto the balcony floor and it flopped through the gap under the lower of the two railings, over the edge, and down into the pewter-coloured sea far below. Then she drove home and crawled into bed to rest her weary body. * * * * * Mr Dunsany was unmissed until Monday morning, when Jack arrived at work and checked his email. There he found a suicide email from the deceased, which initiated the police investigation. In examining this message, the police also saw a couple of unremarkable administrative messages from Addie, seeming to place her at work at the time of the death. Of course, none of these emails were genuine; Addie had written a script to send the messages at prespecified times during the Saturday evening and then delete itself. A detailed enough forensic analysis would probably still implicate Addie, but she thought the police would have no reason to doubt the suicide, nor to suspect her. Her motive was guessable only to Jack, who could hardly go to the police with his story. Head office promoted Jack to Office Manager to fill the vacancy left by Mr Dunsany's demise. His trysts with Addie continued, but he was more careful than ever to treat her right, and to keep their secret. He always remembered a particular line in Mr Dunsany's email: "I thought I'd made a killing in the Stockholm deal, but in the end, the tables were turned."

Sophie Digitally Naked in School by Executionus Part 6: All of my stress, plus the constant physical activity of gym class, was working to make me even more lightheaded and dizzy than I have been all day long. I fought back the feelings of sickness for as long as I could, but suddenly I had to take off running towards the locker room and give the Porcelain God another offering. That's twice in one day that my stress has caused me to get sick in school, which all by itself is monumentally embarrassing. This time the entire gym class was aware of me running off in a hurry. Argh. Ava, Haylee, Rachael, and one of my other friends named Nev all ran in at once to check in on me, witnessing the aftermath. All of them were extremely worried about me (especially poor Nev who has absolutely no clue about how horrible my day has been). I had to calm them all down quickly. I don't want all of my friends to worry about me, even if my own mind is a constant whirlwind of worry today. My stress isn't made better by sharing it with the people I care about. My attempts at telling them all that I was fine and didn't need any help or for them to worry about me wasn't really working though. I guess they all knew how often I hide my problems from others like that, but in this particular case I was really trying hard to not tip off Rachael and Nev to exactly WHY I was so distraught today. Sensing my struggles, Ava quickly took my hand and stood me up to walk me back out into the gym. She told my other friends, and then the teacher "Hey I'm going to take Sophie to the nurse quickly before school lets out." grabbing both of our gym bags full of our regular clothes on the way out. Once we were in the main hallway, Ava detoured us into one of the girls bathrooms instead. She looked me over and asked "So are you actually ok, hun?" I kinda shrug my shoulders "As ok as I can be today. Why did you take me into the bathroom?" She smirked "Well I told you that you'd need to fake being sick in order to leave class early enough to change into Minka undetected. You just did a really good job of 'faking'!" I knew it. "Ugh. Ava, how am I supposed to do this without somebody recognizing me? Pictures are one thing, but this is me running around in person. Also I don't have spare clothes to switch to. I'm going to get caught!" Without a word she reached into her gym bag and pulled out a black miniskirt, white string halter top, and a make up travel kit. I don't even think that top or skirt fit the school dress code with how small they are! She then smiled and told me "Girl, you're crazy if you didn't think I had an entire emergency makeover stash in my gym bag in case of dire need." Ava reached around my head and took my glasses and hair tie off of me. I don't even know why I'm bothering to protest, since we both know she's right and I have to confront both Jerry and Billy as Minka after school is finished. It's just scary is all. Ava gave me a weird look once my glasses were gone and hair down, finally telling me "You know...I couldn't quite see it until just now." I roll my eyes "Yeah yeah...give me the clothes quickly." She hands me the miniskirt and halter top, and I quickly pull off my shoes, gym shirt, and gym shorts. For a few seconds I'm standing in the middle of the bathroom area in just my underwear, and something catches my eye before I get to putting my new clothes on. Even with my vision a little blurry now I can clearly notice Ava blushing up a storm looking at me. It's not even subtle, she is flagrantly eyeballing my half-naked body right now. I squeal "AVA!" She whispers "Sorry sorry!" as she covers her face shyly. I'm just confused "You literally see me in my underwear every 7th period in the locker room, including today, without blinking an eyelash. What the hell?" Ava uncovered her face, looking at my body again to answer "I can't help it. I'm not seeing you-you right now, I'm seeing...you know, Minka. I don't know why it's different! It's weird. I'm sorry that I don't tell you this enough, but you really are super hot when you want to be. Your pictures just..you know...REALLY made that obvious. And your hair being down suits you, I don't know why you always have it tied up" Her fawning over me causes me to blush and feel warm inside a little bit as usual, but I try to keep a straight face and hide it. I answer her question "Because my hair always used to get in my eyes, but I also don't want to get a boy cut so I just started keeping it tied all the time unless I was sleeping. And now I don't have a choice, because like you said my hair being down makes me much easier to recognize." I quickly pull on the sexy outfit (a massive difference from my usual t-shirt and pants). I turn to face Ava, wiggle my hips, and ask her "So how do I look?" She smiles "Fire, duh! But you still need the make up to complete the look. I'll help you out so this doesn't take too long" Ava quickly gave me deep purple eye shadow, twin glittery sapphire wings, and a deep emerald underline. My lips were done with the same emerald color, but with flickers of sapphire on the sides and purple at the top. It came out REALLY NICE even though she drew me up in only two minutes or so. I had to ask "I never knew you were good at doing make up. Is this something you practice often?" Making an innocent pose, Ava sarcastically answered "No, never! Actually, it might be nice to have Minka around from time to time to give me an excuse to paint you with tons of neat designs. You'll be the canvas to my Leonardo!" That didn't make sense to me, so I asked "The turtle?" Her response was "...No. Nevermind" which didn't help my confusion. Honestly I had bigger problems today anyway though. She then handed me two sky blue heels to wear instead of my old shoes, which would've given me away if I kept them. If nothing else, I enjoyed the extra bit of height I had with these, and hoped that would add to my disguise element. I looked at myself in the mirror finally, and it was a STUNNING change from how I normally look. I know that I keep calling this alternate look for me "Minka" as if it was a literal different person, but looking at my reflection in this moment it was almost impossible to believe that the person in front of me was me at all. She felt completely different. She looked so unlike me that it was unbelievable. She was beautiful and stunning, a star who demanded absolute attention at all times from all eyes. I realized that the only part of me that remained as Sophie now was my mind, but that needed to go as well to complete the transformation. All I could do on that front was silently make a vow in my head: No longer Sophie, My name is Minka. The moment I gave myself this transformation command I felt myself standing taller, really maximizing the heels, and I placed a hand on my cocked hip. I needed to feel like the sexy goddess that was Minka, and needed to move like her. Ava seemed to notice that I was shifting into character, and I swear I could see her blushing again from it. Huh, it's almost as if the secret to me tickling her interest was to simply look and act different from her "like a sister" bestie Sophie. Maybe I should push my luck with that, just this once. In a new disguised voice, speaking with a very slight Eastern Europe accent how I imagined her, I spoke to Ava "Hello pretty girl. My name is Minka. Are all the ladies at this school as yummy looking as you are?" HOLY WOW did Ava shoot beet red when I did that, turning away once my unbroken eye contact was driving her wild. I could practically feel her arousal vicariously with how blatantly obvious it was. This is fun! Sophie would never be so blatantly forward. I need to go all the way with this little experiment, one final big step, just for my own amusement. And honestly, this is something that I feel I may have wanted deep down for many years now...I can't pass up my chance. I walk right up to Ava, and with my heels I'm now slightly taller than she is. She makes the mistake of having the wall directly behind her, so I shock and surprise her by quickly planting my hand on that wall, my arm on her shoulder, and my face falls right in front of hers. She looks me dead in the eyes, just 6 inches away from her as I asked her "Well you sure do LOOK yummy, but are you? I think I need to find out for myself...with just a gentle taste" Ava gasps as I say that, her lips parting open for me cutely. I don't give her the chance to close them back before I lean in and kiss her! She closes her eyes in pleasure, and I quickly do the same. Thirty seconds later I pull back only a few inches, opening my eyes to see a nervously-smiling girl staring at me. She tries to speak, but fails. I decide to break the silence myself "Well well, you are in fact delicious. I love it. So Ava, what do you think of me as Minka? Would anyone be able to recognize me like this?" Ava very loudly squeals "God damn Soph! Minka, whatever. Minka. That was crazy hot! I think that was the best kiss I've ever had in my life.... You're like a completely different person like this. Nobody is going to recognize you! I almost forgot you were you even. I don't mean that in a bad way, it's just...I really like this side of you and I kinda hope I get to see more of it sometime." I playfully reply "With how much that you've already 'seen' of me today it's going to be very difficult to find anything MORE to show you...but maybe I'll think of something some day" Wait, hold up. WHOA! Did I seriously just say that? Sophie would never have said that line in a million years. It's like Minka is taking over my body or something. Ava's whole face is just redness now, her natural skin tone has vanished completely. I'm going to need to back this truck up fast or else we're going to start making out in this bathroom. But would that be such a bad thing? I just know that Ava's loose gym clothes would find their way onto the floor very quickly if I wanted them to do so...and maybe even the underclothes. GAH!!! Stop! Bad horny girl! You've been super horny all day, and now turning into Minka made you even hornier. We have a mission to complete and very limited time to complete it. Revenge now, sex later! I finally stand back upright, freeing the semi-trapped and extremely flustered Ava from the wall. "Um, so anyway...we have Billy waiting for me in the locker room after school, but how am I supposed to get Jerry? Once the bell rings he's going to hop on the bus to head home probably, and I don't even know what class he's in right now. We only have about 5 minutes until then" Ava gave me a silly look, and then told me "Oh, I guess we forgot to loop you in with all of the chaos going on earlier. Haylee knows some freshman guy, I think it was her neighbor or something like that. Anyway, the guy knows Jerry and agreed to lead him into a trap in exchange for meeting Minka. Well actually I think Haylee might've promised the boy a kiss, I didn't get the whole story out of her before we left." I rolled my eyes being silly "If he helps me publicly humiliate Jerry, and if this boy's cute enough, then I'll give him the best kiss of his life as a reward. I'm going to leave a trail of green lips all over this school it seems" The reaction of Ava suddenly running to the bathroom mirror to check her reflection was priceless! Sure enough, she noticed the small spots of green that had transferred over during our kiss and quickly washed them off, giving me such a cross look while I laughed hysterically at her. Once my laughing fit was over, I finally asked "So where are we leading Jerry to be ambushed?" Ava answered "The boys locker room, where we have Billy parked too" Wow that is a bad idea. No, no, foolish little Ava. "Ava! How am I supposed to humiliate TWO boys at once, both of them bigger than I am? That won't work, I have to get one of them first, and THEN the other. Why not make Jerry meet me in the Auditorium instead? That's right nearby and should be completely empty after school." She shrugged "Text that to Haylee then I guess. You should probably handle the Billy situation first then so that he doesn't flip out waiting to long or anything like that. We know how violent he is. That's why I told Johnny to be there with you guys, just in case he needs to knock a bitch out." I quickly texted Haylee my new instructions. I also finally let my brother Arnold know that we would be leaving school late because of my trail of revenge. I literally used "trail of revenge" in my text, which I imagine he found equally hilarious and ominous. I know for a fact that he wouldn't warn Jerry of the doom that was heading his way, but I also knew that Arnold didn't want to lose his friend over this and wouldn't want to be directly involved. He would probably go entertain himself somewhere else. And by "somewhere else", there is a 100% chance that he would head to the computer lab. At least finding him later would be easy. Ava then nervously said "I'm getting kinda worried all of the sudden. How are you planning to deal with Billy? I know we're wanting to leak nudes of Jerry as revenge, but Billy is the kind of fucking loser that probably sends dick pics out all the time without even asking. He's not going to care about his pics leaking, and might even get off to it. I'm sorry. I feel pretty bad about setting all of this up without a good plan." I chuckle "Actually I have a really good idea for him. There's a rumor about incels that I'm going to test out. If I'm right, I am going to DESTROY his reputation with women forever." Having said that out loud to boost my confidence...this is about to be the scariest moment of my life! I'm about to come face-to-face with a boy who has hated Sophie for years and might recognize me. If he does, he will tell EVERYONE and make my life hell as long as he can. Even worse than that, if my revenge attempt doesn't work, this could backfire against me in ways that I can't even imagine. Do I have any real chance of making it out of this school day with Sophie's reputation intact and without getting into serious trouble as Minka? Part 7: The bell rings to end school, meaning that it was time to get ready. To avoid detection in case anyone walked into this bathroom, I hid in one of the stalls with Ava standing guard. After a couple minutes the massive horde of fleeing students had passed our corner of the building for the most part and moved towards the exits. We were in text communication with Haylee waiting on the gym to empty and the gym teacher to head to his office. Once we got the green light, it was time to move. Ava opened the door to check outside, only seeing a handful of students at lockers nearby. She waved me on to take my exit now, as I quickly walked out into the hallways as Minka for the first time. I was hoping to avoid too many people noticing who I was before I got back to the gym, because that could cause a scene and excess headache. Looking like I do now, absolutely anyone would recognize me as the girl from the pictures if they looked directly at me. Thankfully I made it to the gym without incident, with Ava staying in the hallway to stand guard. Other students finding Minka was one thing, but if any of the teachers found me like this it could be far worse. I knew that Haylee was still hanging out in the gym acting as my eyes. Of course, what my "eyes" had FAILED to mention to me before I walked into the gym was that Rachael was standing there with her still. Yikes! Rachael's eyes lit up like car headlights when she saw me walk in "Oh my God, oh my God, it's you!" Crap! Does she recognize me? Well of course she recognizes me as Minka, but does she recognize my secret identity? I hope not, and the last thing I need is her screaming it loudly in an echoing gym classroom. I nervously place my finger up to my mouth to silence her, which leads to her running close to me. "Hello miss Minka" she greeted me. In Minka mode, in order to not break character, I respond "Hello yourself" She continued "My name's Rachael, and I'm a friend of Haylee and Sophie. They've both given me the gist of what happened to you today, and I'm so sorry about all of it. Haylee says you're here to get even with Billy. Anything you need from me, just ask. I want that little-dick bastard to pay just as badly as anyone after all of the times he's groped me and gotten away with it." Well that makes me mad. I never even knew that he had done that to Rachael, she never told me. My voice shifts angry a little as I reply "That's terrible, dear. I will make him regret that. I'll text you and Haylee if I need assistance" As I start walking towards the boy's locker room, a sudden thought hit me. I turn back towards Rachael "Oh, and I was told that you worked to reduce the spread of rumors about me. Thank you very much for that. Feel free to chat me up anytime, cutie." I watched me saying that sending a shiver of joy through Rachael, which made me feel powerful. She deserved nice words from the girl she was attracted to since she helped me out...plus she's always been a good friend to Sophie. I'm starting to really enjoy this sexy power I have as Minka. I may never want to take this make up off. The moment of truth hits me as I walk into the boy's locker room, seeing Johnny in the corner and Billy standing there dumbfounded with a look of pure horndog on his stupid face. Also Billy wasn't wearing a shirt, just standing there bare-chested in black shorts. It would almost have been sexy if it wasn't for my years of SEETHING HATRED of this punk. "Oh, you're already partly undressed. Lovely" I lied. Damn, I felt vomit #3 trying to come up as I said that. I continued on "Well, why did you stop? You don't need those shorts either" Billy was trembling, all of his usual cockiness completely gone. He nervously looked over at Johnny watching him, then back to me. He was trying to say something but only gibberish was coming out. I consoled him "Johnny is here to make sure that I don't get hurt. He's a good boy that I trust completely, but this is the first time that I've ever met you. After all, you look very strong and could overpower me easily...but I'll bet those muscles are better suited for loving than they are violence. Do you agree?" Billy stammered red-faced "Yes! Yes they are! Very good at sex" I knew it. I knew without doubt that this boy was a virgin despite his constant big talk. My plan is working perfectly. I keep the pressure on "Pretty boy...your mistress is still waiting for you to remove your shorts. If you toss those shorts as far away from you as you can in the next 10 seconds, I'll let you see under my top." Instantly Billy complied with my demand, jerking his shorts down and tossing them like a football clear across the locker room until they hit a wall. Now he stood there in just his blue boxers, which were thin enough to let me see a significant outline of his growing manhood. The irony was that it didn't even seem that small, despite all of his constant little dick energy as a person. The next step was me keeping my promise. This was always part of my plan, but it was only in this exact moment that I truly let the enormity of what I was about to do sink in. This isn't a picture, this is me actually flashing my breasts to a boy in person, something I have never done in my entire life. Two boys actually, since Johnny is looking right at me too and I know for a fact that he wouldn't turn away from this show even for a chunk of cash. Somehow this felt a thousand times more exposing than my pictures, even though the pictures showed far more of me. I almost chickened out, but I couldn't. I had come too far to quit now. I took a deep breath and lifted my halter top and bra up, baring my boobs to both boys. Johnny was stunned, losing his ability to play it cool (something that I've never seen happen to him before). Billy, meanwhile, was mentally annihilated by my naked breasts. His trembling hit a new level, and the tent in his boxers was blatant as hell. His boxers looked like Lois Griffin's nose from Family Guy, it was a complete triangle sticking way out from the rest of his body. Oddly enough I was really enjoying this power I had over him, even if the thought of him getting aroused to me made me feel physically ill. Just to make sure that he was as hypersensitive as possible, I also used one hand to lift up my miniskirt in the front to flash the boys my panties for a few seconds, while the other hand kept my bare tits out. Pulling my top and skirt both back down and walking towards him now, I seductively told him "So, pretty boy...Johnny is going to be filming the rest of this, just for my personal collection." Billy shook his head "Whoa what? I don't want to be filmed" Not letting up I respond "Billy boy, how did you learn about me again? From my pictures. The ones that leaked are just a fraction of what I've taken though. If you think my pictures are hot, then you should see some of my videos. I always record my sexy adventures. You're not shy, are you stud? The camera sends me to another level of intensity and arousal, and no boy has ever complained about the results. It's my biggest fetish...you want me to be satisfied, don't you pretty boy?" Terrified of messing this up, Billy agreed to my terms. As Johnny started filming with his phone, I ordered Billy to place his hands behind his head, part his legs standing at attention, and to not move one inch until I commanded it of him. I felt like a goddess in this moment! I don't know how I kept it together, because this is legitimately the closest that I've come to sex myself...as disgusting as that thought is. Now that the trap was set, it was time for my plan to commence. I grabbed my phone in my right hand, while placing the other on his bare chest. Johnny angled himself so that his view of Billy's tent wasn't blocked, since he knew what my plan was here. Without a word I turn on the vibration function of my phone and place it against Billy's tent. The incel instantly shivered and started breathing heavily, losing all self control practically immediately. My phone's vibration function is no joke, and I confess that I have used it on many occasions to tease myself. This boy has clearly never been exposed to vibrations like this, but he's learning very fast that it's not just a girl thing. I continued rubbing his chest with my free hand while moving my vibrating phone up and down his barely-covered throbbing erection. I pressed firmly into his manhood, even as he tried to move his hips away suddenly to save himself from going over the edge. His struggle to hold it in was a fruitless one, he never had any chance to resist this pleasure no matter how hard he tried. No matter how hard he tried to dodge or get a break, I held firmly pressed against him for 15 solid seconds until I heard him moan and gasp loudly. I made sure to move my phone towards the base of his shaft to protect it from contamination, as we all watched the front of Billy's blue boxers soak themselves with his cum. The dark wet spot was plainly obvious to both me and the camera. Little mister big shot just came in 25 seconds or so, even before his underwear was removed and everything. Once he was done orgasming, I suddenly jumped backwards laughing hysterically. "OH MY GOD, IS THAT IT?? You're done already? I can't believe it, how pathetic!" His hands quickly covered his front, his face solid red and covered in sweat "NO! I..I'm sorry. I wasn't ready! We can try again, please!" I rolled my eyes "No, boy. Just no. I didn't even get to the part where I stripped you yet. I just started, JUST STARTED, and you came. Your underwear is soaked. What a LOSER! You're not even fit to be called a man at this point. If somebody looks up 'premature ejaculation' in the dictionary, then I hope they see your picture. I should warn every girl in town to not even waste their time on this 30 seconds of disappointment." Billy was crying, actually crying "No please, don't! I'm sorry! I can do better, I swear! Don't tell the other girls I came that fast, I'll do anything" To that I replied "Boy I'm not just going to TELL them, I'm going to SHOW them. I have it on video. We're going to send that to everyone in this school now" Billy screamed "NO PLEASE!!!!!" I then gave him a smile "This is what you get for saying that I'm a 'dead fish' in bed, and that my 'OnlyFans bombed so hard I had to give it away'. Oh yes, Easy-Squirt, I heard all about what you kept saying about me from my friends. Why else do you think I came here? Your looks? Please. And it isn't just me, from what I've been told. Several other ladies have told me that you've hurt them too. So remember these words once your video goes viral: This is revenge for being subhuman garbage to every girl in this school." With a nod Johnny stops recording and then sends out the full video to everyone he knows, which is a pretty huge list. My own phone buzzes from the message, so I show the crying half-naked loser proof that the video is being sent out now. Billy tries to advance on me, but Johnny steps in the way to command him to back up or get knocked flat. With no fight left in him (and Johnny having the look of a man who could sleep soundly after breaking a dude in half) Billy sat down on the bench in complete shock as we walked out of the boys locker area triumphantly. Haylee and Rachael greeted us in the gym, both of them bouncing like maniacs after watching Billy's video. They looked at me in that moment like I was their biggest hero, it was a weird feeling. I've been looked at with lust many times today, but this was a new feeling. I like it. Haylee ran up and glomped me into a very tight hug while squealing rapidly in a single breath "OhMyGodSophieThatWasAmazingYAAAY!" Rachael froze. "Wait..SOPHIE??" I looked right at Haylee's face and screamed "HAYLEE!" Johnny smacked his own forehead hard "Haylee, you idiot." Haylee weakly muttered "Oops...sorry!" Rachael then asked again "Jesus, Sophie is that really you? I didn't even recognize you!" Before I can even respond, Haylee lets go of me and faces Rachael "Don't tell anyone or else I'll have to kill you!" Johnny threw sass "Haylee, you are literally the only one who keeps blabbing" I finally get a word in "GUYS! Ok yes, it's me, but we have to stop talking about that where people might overhear. Let's get away from the boy's room before Bladder Splatter comes out" Haylee giggled at me as we walked away "How do you keep coming up with premature ejaculation nicknames so quickly?" I shrug my shoulders "I don't know. I guess it's related to how you can always come up with scary threats on the fly" Rachael, however, was white as a ghost, and finally asked me "So you mean those pictures...that's really you?" I nod "Most of what I told you earlier was true. Jerry stole them from my Google Photos account and spread them all over the school. Nobody knew it was me, though, so I was trying to keep it secret. Jerry thought Minka was my girlfriend, but I wanted that rumor smashed before people noticed how similar we look. These guys, Ava, and Cliff figured me out though. I'm afraid of people bullying me or treating me like some worthless slut, and I don't want these pictures to follow me around for life. I'm so scared of these pictures ruining my life" Rachael looked down at the floor "I'm sorry. And that's why you threw up earlier, isn't it? You probably hate me for trying to hit on the picture girl like that. I never would've done that if I knew it was you in there!" Putting my arm around her shoulders, aided by these nice height-enhancing heels, I tell her "Rachael no, not at all. Honestly I've been really enjoying how many people have been hitting on Minka or telling me how hot she is. It's been the one positive of all of this mess." "Still..." she muttered "I never would've talked that way to you if I knew that it was you in there, going through the worst possible day of your life. I feel like a jerk who was only thinking with her hormones" I stop Rachael and turn her to face me "Honey, am I going to have to kiss you to get you to understand that I love people hitting on Minka?" Her brain just shuts down from that question, barely managing a "Wha?" before freezing with her lips parted slightly. I decide to take that as an invitation, and I go in for the kill. I pull her by her shoulders into my kiss and I hold it there for quite a long time. My eyes are closed, savoring the moment. I may not have any real feelings for her, but she is a good friend and super cute. Plus, as I learn very quickly, she is a great kisser! After I pull away I ask her "Better?" She quickly nods, blushing brightly. I turn to see Haylee and Johnny, both staring at us with their mouths open. I quickly tell them all, by using my Minka voice "I decided that Minka enjoys kissing as a sign of affection, so as long as I am her instead of Sophie this is bound to happen from time to time." Haylee, straight as an arrow, jokes "Pass! But you go girls." Johnny then smirks "I don't pass, just for the record" Giving the guy a naughty look for his little comment, I smirk back at his sexy bad boy ass and use my Minka voice to tell him "You asked for it, buster" I grab the back of his head and kiss him. Kissing Johnny is weirder than the two girls simply because he's not intimidated or overwhelmed by me. Honestly I feel more intimidated by him than the other way around, which makes the entire experience feel unique compared to my other kisses today. When we break, Johnny growls seductively in the deepest voice he could manage. Damn you, asshole! I feel myself blushing when the whole point of kissing people is to make THEM blush instead. I got him to blush with my surprise flash earlier, but now the prick was ready for me. He's just enjoying himself teasing me, neither of us has any actual feelings for the other outside of friendship. His dominant nature is almost knocking me back into little submissive Sophie though, so I have to back off and regain my goddess mojo quickly. Rachael then asked me "So what do we do now?" To that, I answer "Next, I need to get revenge on the bastard who caused all of this. I'm gonna see how much Jerry likes having his own embarrassing naked pictures leaked all over the whole school!" Part 8: Ava suddenly runs into the gym, shutting the door behind her in a hurry and holding it shut with her arms. She harshly whispers "Minka! You have to go, right now! Out the door to the outside, hurry." I'm a little confused, so I begin to ask "Wha?" She interrupts me "Your fans are here to see you. Quite a lot of them. You just shared a video telling them all your current location, genius!" Oh. Oh shit. Oh shittie shit! I'm an idiot. This is why I don't do big complicated plans! I always miss something obvious like that. I turn around and run towards the door to the outside, while the others move to hold the main entrance door closed for a little bit. I am terrible at running even in tennis shoes. Running in heels, I'm moving at about the speed that a normal person would call speed walking. Still, I manage to get outside before the horde pushes in the door to the gym. This is so dumb. How did I let myself get talked into changing into Minka in the middle of school anyway? Seriously, why do I always do whatever my friends tell me to do? Somehow I'm still supposed to get Jerry back, but did I ever even think of a PLAN for him? No, no I didn't. I need to cut my losses and quit before it's too late. I'm going to get caught, possibly literally caught, apprehended, and carried into custody if I don't do something fast! Outside there are three bro boys and a tall super-skinny androgynous-looking girl looking my way, and all of them quickly recognize me as the pic girl. The boys, thankfully, are respectful enough to keep their distance and admire from afar once it's obvious that I'm running somewhere. I appreciated that. But...the girl clearly wasn't interested in that plan and she ran right up next to me to introduce herself. She wore a long ruffled skirt down to her ankles, a graphic tee shirt for some band I've never heard of, and a Deadpool ball cap. "Hello there! Don't be afraid. I'm Jay, they/them. You're running, do you need help?" Well, turns out the "girl" is actually nonbinary, which truthfully I probably should've guessed based on their appearance but I don't like to stereotype. They were presenting very fem, but I could tell that it wouldn't take much to instead present masculine. All that said, I'm really nervous about being mobbed right now by the crowd following me, so even though I don't know them I don't have much choice but to attempt trust. I quickly blurt out "My name's Minka. I..I need to get to the auditorium quickly, without other people knowing that I'm in there. A bunch of people are following me though because of my stupid pictures leaking. Being outside like this more people could find me easily too and I'll never get away. I don't know what to do." Seeing my distress and hearing my words, Jay didn't even hesitate to grab the waistband of their skirt, pulling it down their legs and taking it off in just a couple seconds. My face must've looked a mixture of shock and awe once their long toned legs came into view, as well as the very high purple lace boyshorts that are now the only covering Jay has below the waist. Jay motions for my hands to raise up, which I do as my blush washes over me from the extreme sexiness of having somebody (a hot somebody too) take their skirt off right in front of me like that. Jay slides the long skirt over me, turning it into essentially a dress. They then put their cap on me next and stuff in my hair, allowing me to disguise my face and profile some. Jay doesn't even seem embarrassed by the fact that me and their guy friends are all seeing them in their underwear right now. The three boys are watching with interest, but somehow they give off the energy of this not being the first time that they've seen Jay in their underwear in public. Probably not the second or third time either. I need to find out where Jay likes to hang out! I would love the chance to "get used to" a sexy exhibitionist flaunting it around me. GAH! Stop being horny, you stupid fool, you have to run for your life now! When the horde of other fans bust out of the gym looking for Minka, they can't seem to find anyone wearing the outfit that I was wearing a couple minutes ago in the video with Billy. Jay and I walk towards the auditorium casually so as to not attract attention. Somehow, purple lace underwear and all, Jay manages to not gather much interest from the crowd who were searching for resident porn star Minka (insert last name here). Man I need to give her a last name some day. Or maybe not. It would take away from the mystery and could lead to problems down the road when nobody can find a person with that full name anywhere. When we finally reach the auditorium door area, hidden from view, I hug Jay tightly and tell them "Thank you so much! I owe you big time." Jay waves it off "Don't mention it, I'd do it for any woman who needed rescuing, especially one as beautiful and sexy as you are." I'm still blushing a little from Jay standing there outside in just purple lace boyshort lingerie, walking in public like that earlier, and now standing confidently right in front of me...but then they had to go and compliment me too! I shyly whisper "You think I'm beautiful and sexy?" I lift off Jay's skirt and hat to return them, but Jay shocks me by dropping them on the ground instead of putting them back on, never breaking eye contact with me. Jay then smiled brightly "I would marry you today, without even knowing you, because even if we later divorced that honeymoon night alone would be worth all the drama, court costs, and any other consequences!" Oh...ok. That's a new one! I don't think my brain can withstand somebody this sexy and confident, who is also half-naked, literally telling me that they would sleep with me tonight no matter the cost down the line. I sorta want to say yes to that offer right now, and claim those purple shorts as my trophy to keep forever. Damnit, between Johnny and Jay I have slipped completely back into Sophie mode! I'm blushing like crazy and shivering, I'm quiet, I'm ready to explode with horniness, and I'm frantically looking left and right like a frightened squirrel. This isn't Minka. I have to get back into Minka mode ASAP before I walk in the auditorium to deal with Jerry. No longer Sophie, My name is Minka Using the right voice finally, after a slight delay after Jay's "marriage proposal", I respond at last "Well here's a little something for my heroic savior which doesn't require a wedding license first..." I lean forward and kiss Jay, and I instantly feel them almost falling over from the shock of me doing that. I actually catch Jay in my arms, holding them against me so that they don't fall down or break our kiss in any way. They wrap their arms around my back, holding on tightly as we kiss. Jay starts working their tongue licking the front of my teeth, a feeling I have NEVER felt before which sends intense shivers through me. As I gasp, Jay's tongue sneaks inside my mouth and licks my own tongue. This kiss is so much more sexual than any of the others have been today! With how horny I have been today, Jay's kissing style is coming dangerous close to making my own underwear get as soaked as Billy's did earlier. Still, I am Minka, and Minka doesn't let anyone else out-sexy me. Not any more, the Johnny thing was a fluke. I have to redeem myself now as I reach down and grab Jay by their cute purple lace butt with both hands and pull them into my body as we continue to tongue. Jay's legs parted when I did that, so now the long-legged Jay has their groin pressed up against my bare abs (exposed with this skimpy halter top) and they are wasting no time grinding me up and down. Jay is rubbing themselves against me, a sensation I have never experienced before and I never want to stop. I'm repeatedly pulling Jay's purple hips into me rhythmically and matching their movements while our tongues continue to dance and tease one-another. I know that I need to break this kiss before this gets any more heated, but I just can't. I couldn't stop this even if I wanted to. Suddenly Jay's grip on me tightens intensely, at which point I realize that I very literally can't break this now. Jay squeezes me as hard as they can while passionately curling their fingers into my back and releasing a tiger-like growling sound as their mouth jerks upwards and escapes my kiss. After several more seconds of squeezing, Jay finally lets me go, and it suddenly hits me...Jay just came! Jay totally came from my kiss and grinding their pussy against my abs and hips! Holy shit! Oh my God! I can't believe it. Making Billy go off quickly was one thing, he's a loser incel and I knew he would bust from basically any female contact. But Jay is clearly a sexy badass yet I made even THEM go off in less than a minute. Whoa. Wow. What a huge ego boost. Also...what a huge turn on! Jay now has me wanting to cum harder than I have all freaking day, maybe even all freaking week. I see the blushing on Jay's face now, as they nervously pull their skirt back on and their face has this look of a kid that just got caught stealing candy from the pantry. There's my blush! Minka always gets her blush, damnit. Even Johnny blushed once, the cocky bastard. I look Jay dead in the eyes and tell them "I'm glad you enjoyed your present. You are absolutely required to message me on my Telegram account from now on. Maybe you'll even find a way to give me my own O some day...I'll let you decide the "how" and the "when". For now, though, I have business in here I have to take care of. Thanks again to you, your sexy tongue, and those sexy purple lace shorts of yours." Jay went bright red when I brought up that bright purple. Wait, walking in their underwear didn't make Jay blush, but me MENTIONING the underwear did? I can't even figure that one out to save my life. Hmm...maybe I'm not the only one with a compliment fetish? That's something to remember for later. Alternatively, maybe Jay is worried about visible wet spots after their fun. Either way, Jay waved me bye as I opened the door to the auditorium and walked inside at last. It's only when I enter the auditorium itself that I remember that I never did come up with a valid plan of attack for humiliating Jerry. I kept meaning to do that, but I kept being distracted! My plot for Billy went so well, but that was easy. I knew that incel prick would be putty in my hand with just the slightest hint of sexual advances and flashing, and incels are famous for being the fastest guns in the west. It's going to be so much harder to get an awkward freshman boy naked in front of a girl and her camera. Ugh. UGH!!! Why am I only just now really letting it sink in that I flashed my tits at fucking Billy of all people? Gross, so gross. I swear, I feel like I'm on autopilot the last half hour. I'm going to have to just wing it to deal with Jerry. I have to make this work. That little brat will not get away with what he did to me! It's his fault that the entire school got to see my tits, butt, pussy lips, and even both of my holes opened wide for the camera. I'm going to make sure that every girl in this entire school sees his dick, mark my words. I just have to make sure that he doesn't figure out who I really am in the meantime. He's been friends with my brother for two whole years now, so he's seen Sophie on several occasions. This is going to be the biggest risk that I've taken all day. Everything could go wrong...but to make that bastard pay, I'm willing to risk it all. Besides, right now I'm Minka, and Minka has no fear!

Sharing Jill byJay142© Sharing Jill Ch. 05 My wife, Jill, has come a long way from her shy, self-conscious ways to being more open about sleeping with other men and showing off her lovely, petite body. I'm actually shocked by how far she has progressed and her openness to sleeping with another man or men has made her even more desirable to me. Seeing another man's cock in her mouth or seeing her writhing in pleasure as her pussy gets pounded, simply drives me wild. I especially love sliding my dick into her sloppy pussy after one or more men have been there before me. I can't explain it, even though I have tried to understand my inner most deviant desires. Jill seems to only want to experiment with other partners after lengthy breaks in between our adventures. I think she is torn by her inner desires and the effects of her conservative, Asian-American upbringing, which makes her feel guilty for enjoying her episodes of being a full-blown slut. I fully understand and realize she has to be the one to say when she is ready for another sexcapade. Heck, if it were left to me, I'd probably have her have sex with someone else several times a month but I know that will never happen. We also have other portions of our lives to lead which include work, family and being a couple in our own right with dinners, vacations and enjoying our marriage. But there are times when the opportunity is right and she is feeling a little frisky so we break out of our routine lives. I think that may be the driving force for both of us; the fact that our routines sometimes take over our lives and our sexual adventures are a way of breaking free and doing something adventurous and downright naughty shatters the ordinary part of our lives. It has a way of making us feel alive. Jill and I are like every other couple you see walking down the street, while out to dinner or out shopping. You would never suspect that she has slept with several different men, sometimes several at once, with my full approval and while I watch. We appear to lead very normal lives, which, most of the time, is true. Sometimes I play a little game when I see an anonymous couple. I wonder what their sexual kinks are and what they might do behind closed doors. I wonder if they do things like Jill and I. After her gang bang with Rob, Frank, Johnathan and myself, Jill wanted to take a step back from our sexual explorations. She was concerned that things were getting out of hand but, deep down, I think she was a little afraid of how much she enjoyed herself and needed to sort things out in her own mind. This was really going against her normal, conservative behavior and I knew I had to let her figure it out. I was a little scared that I may have pushed her too far by having her fuck three other guys that night, even though she invited one of them and may have ruined the chance for a repeat performance. We were a little busy in our professional lives anyway. School had started again and she was busy with classes. She was doing some research in her field in order to try and move up the ladder at her college too, so it left little time for fun. I got busy at work so our careers left little time for play. Jill came home one day and told me she had an opportunity to go to a two day conference that would help her in her research project and she had already confirmed her attendance. I would never stand in the way of her advancing her career; it's not like she needed my approval anyway. It did get my perverted mind working though. I kept picturing Jill meeting someone at the conference and having sex with him. In my mind, I found the idea exciting but, on the other hand, I always enjoyed watching other men fucking my wife and I didn't know if I could handle not being there. Being with Jill while she was with other men also allowed me to "protect" her so things didn't get out of hand with someone wanting her to do something she wasn't comfortable doing. It would be weeks before she would be going to the conference so it gave me plenty of time to fantasize and deal with my feelings. I didn't want to suggest something to Jill if I weren't fully prepared to let her follow through. I have to tell you, the more I thought about Jill being alone with another man, the more I liked the idea. Of course, I would have to hear all the juicy details afterwards though. Not knowing what happened would kill me, besides, that was the exciting part of allowing my wife to sleep with another man. I kept my thoughts to myself for a couple of weeks and brought up the idea one evening while having dinner on our back patio. "Your conference is in a couple of weeks Jill and I was thinking." Jill laughingly responded, "Oh no, I have a feeling I'm about to hear about another perverted idea of yours Kevin." I could only smile, at first. She knew me too well. "You know, you'll be alone out of town and if the opportunity should arise, I wouldn't mind if you, you know, slept with another guy." "I knew it. I don't know Kevin. I've only done these things with your encouragement and I know how much you like being there. Besides, this is strictly a business trip." "You'll have time at night to socialize. I'm just saying, I'd be okay if you found a playmate." She playfully told me, "It's not going to happen, so get control of your perverted mind." I decided to drop the subject that evening but I brought it up a few more times before the conference. At times, I would tell her of my fantasy while we were making love. She would meet someone at the bar, he'd flirt with her and they would end up in his room and then tell me all about it when she got back to her room. Jill would tell me to stop talking about it but I could tell she was turned on by the fantasy. I wasn't confident that she would actually go through with it, although it was fun to imagine her getting picked up in a bar without me. The night before she was to leave, I tried to get her to pack some sexy clothing but she reinforced the fact that this was a business trip where she would be with other professionals in her field, hoping to make some connections and wasn't going to dress like a slut. I was disappointed but fully understood. The next afternoon, I drove her to the airport, kissed her goodbye and told her to, "Have a good time," with a wicked smile on my face along with a knowing wink. She gently slapped my shoulder and called me a "pervert" again before she went to catch her plane. ********** The conference didn't start until the following day so Jill had that evening to herself. She was wearing a pair of black leggings and a soft pink, body hugging, long sleeve top and decided to check out the nearby shopping district. Every time she would go into the changing room, Jill would take a couple of pictures in various stages of undress and send them to Kevin in order to tease him while she was away. She would send him some photos with her in her bra and panties, or topless or some of her totally naked. Kevin's favorite ones were when she would try on lingerie and send him the pictures. She had no idea that when she would do this that he would sometimes show them to their older neighbor, Frank. She tried on several dresses and decided to buy a short, cute little sundress and couple of souvenirs before heading back to her room. After relaxing and freshening up, Jill decided to head to the sports bar next to the hotel for a quick dinner. It was uncomfortable for her to be eating out in public by herself but she made the best of the situation. She was really looking forward to the conference so having a meal by herself wasn't a bad price to pay for the experience she would be gaining. Over dinner, she noticed an older gentleman also sitting by himself who kept looking her way and giving her a casual smile. Jill smiled in return but looked away, not wanting to encourage him. She smiled and thought Kevin would be so disappointed in her. When she finished her dinner, Jill decided to have a glass of wine at the hotel bar before turning in early to get some rest for what promised to be a full schedule of seminars the following day. She also ordered a glass of water so the alcohol wouldn't affect her so quickly. Being a petite woman, she couldn't tolerate a lot of alcohol. She struck up a casual conversation with one of the bartenders and didn't notice that the gentleman from the restaurant was now sitting a couple of stools away from her. When she finally did notice him, he inquired, "Are you here for the conference?" Jill answered that she was and he replied, "So am I. My name is Jason." Jason looked like he was in his early to mid-50's with salt and pepper hair, trim and handsome. He had a distinguished look about him. He struck up a casual conversation with Jill and even moved closer, into the stool beside her. They continued to talk about the conference and what they hoped to learn from it. They talked about the courses they taught at their colleges and realized they had a lot in common. While Jason wasn't necessarily looking to hook up with anyone over the next few days, he couldn't help but be drawn to Jill's beauty, her slender, petite frame and the fact that she was by herself. He, too, was alone and he was, at minimum, looking for a social connection. He noticed her wedding ring but that didn't mean they couldn't be professional acquaintances. Jill could see Jason's eyes glancing down to her breasts at times and didn't understand why, as she had small breasts. It wasn't until she excused herself to use the restroom that she understood why. The hotel air conditioning kept the room chilly and when Jill looked at herself in the restroom mirror, she could see that her nipples were poking out from underneath her tight shirt. With her smallish breasts, she often wore only a simple lace bra. She was a little embarrassed but also liked the fact that she drew the attention of an attractive older man. Jill returned to the bar and after she finished her wine, Jason offered to buy her another but she gratefully declined, telling him she was tired and wanted to turn in early. Jason looked disappointed but said he understood. She took another sip of her water and accidently spilled some down the front of her blouse, further exposing her hard nipples. Jason couldn't help but stare as Jill tried to dry herself with a napkin. She even blushed a little. After giving Jason and a few guests a little accidental show, Jill excused herself and got up to leave. She wasn't going to stay in the bar with a wet shirt. Jason said he would look for her the next day. Jill could feel his eyes watching her walk away from the bar. He liked her small frame and loved her tight little ass in her black, form fitting leggings. Jill felt herself getting aroused after realizing Jason was trying to pick her up at the bar and from her wet shirt exposure. When she got to her room she sent a picture of herself in her wet shirt to Kevin knowing he would get a thrill out of her accidently exposing her breasts in a bar. He appreciated the photos but his wife told him there was more that happened. She went on to tell him about Jason, how he struck up a conversation with her and how she spilled water on herself. Her husband was disappointed that it didn't go further. Jill told Kevin, "Don't get your hopes up dear. I doubt anything is going to happen while I'm here." In the typical mind of a man, Kevin thought, "At least she didn't say nothing would happen." There was still a chance. A very slim chance but there was a chance she would do something. That didn't stop Kevin from trying to convince his wife to sleep with someone while at the conference. He began to tell Jill how Jason was probably jerking off right now thinking about her and fantasizing about fucking her. She told him to stop but he could tell she was getting aroused and continued to encourage her to explore her sexuality. Kevin told Jill how he had an erection just thinking about the possibilities and started a video chat. Jill ended up doing a strip tease while Kevin told her to pretend Jason was in the room with her. They ended up having phone sex while they each masturbated to the thought of Jill having sex with another man while away from home. He told her in explicit detail what he thought Jason was thinking as he saw her alone in the restaurant and then again in the bar. He would be distracted by her nipples poking out of her shirt and his lust would build when she spilled the water on her blouse, briefly exposing her areola to him. He told her how wonderful she looked in her black leggings and how he noticed guys checking her out when she wore them. The more he talked, the more Jill got turned on and rubbed her clit. They both came within seconds of each other. They ended their video chat with expressions of love for each other and Kevin telling Jill, "It would be so hot if you fucked him Jill. I just want to hear every last detail." Jill responded, "Don't get your hopes up dear. I love you. Good night." Jill couldn't help but let her mind think of the possibility of having sex with another man while away from Kevin. Her husband had planted the seed in her mind and the fantasy was taking root as she drifted off to sleep. The next day, Jill was focused on the conference and determining what sessions she would attend. It was an opportunity to meet new people, make some professional connections and learn from experts in her field that may help her in her research. While she dressed in business attire, her skirt was still form fitting, falling to just above her knee. When she sat down it would ride up and show off some of her firm legs. When she walked into the first session, she noticed that Jason was also there and he immediately waved her over to an empty seat next to him. She blushed a little when she first saw him because her mind immediately went back to the phone sex she had with Kevin and the fantasy of having sex with her new found friend. They ended up being together in four of six sessions the first day and even sat at the same table during lunch. They got to know each other a little better in small tidbits during the course of the day. It turns out Jason was divorced and wasn't dating much. He found it difficult to get back into the dating scene after having been married for over 25 years. He felt too many women his age were trying to find another husband and he didn't want to get into a serious relationship with anyone. She told him how Kevin was her high school boyfriend and had broken up briefly before getting married. Jason and Jill were slowly developing a bond. After the last session, Jason asked if Jill wanted to join him for dinner and she readily accepted. She didn't like eating alone and Jason said he ate too many meals by himself and would enjoy the company of a young, intelligent, attractive woman. They decided to go to their respective rooms to relax and meet in the hotel lobby at 6 PM. Jill went back to her room and sent Kevin a text message about her plans to have dinner with Jason and his response, predictably, was to, "Go for it. He clearly finds you attractive. I promise I won't be jealous." Jill responded, "It's not going to happen so forget about it. We are just friends." His message read, "Wear something sexy just in case." Kevin was disappointed but still held out hope that things would change later. Jill just shook her head and smiled at Kevin's last message. He never gave up. He had a one track mind. She still had to decide what to wear but her options were limited. She had a long sleeve, off white blouse and a form fitting, black skirt. She remembered that Kevin had slipped some sexy underwear into her suitcase and decided to be a little adventurous underneath her conservative outer clothing. She put on a lace bra and matching bikini panties and checked herself out in the mirror. Her bra could be seen through the contrasting color of her blouse but wasn't real obvious. After putting on a pair of low, black ankle strap heels, Jill gave herself the once over in the mirror and left to meet Jason in the lobby. Jason saw Jill as soon as she got off the elevator and couldn't take his eyes off of her as she walked up to him. "You look lovely tonight Jill." "Thank you Jason. Where do you want to go?" "There's a steak and seafood place down the street. It will be my treat." "You don't have to do that, I have an expense allowance." "No Jill, I insist." Over dinner they talked about their personal lives, work and their professional goals. Jason had a witty sense of humor and made Jill laugh. There was a connection being made. When there was a lull in the conversation, they looked deeply into each other's eyes. Jill felt awkward in the silence and stares but, at the same time, she was turned on by the mixture of his charm, intelligence and wit. In her mind, she was wondering what it would be like to have sex with him but she was too shy to be bold enough to pursue that option. Jason could feel the special connection that was happening between him and Jill. He was entranced by her intelligence, dark eyes, petite frame, lovely smile and her awkward shyness. Jason looked directly into Jill's eyes and told her, "Your husband is one lucky man. You're smart, beautiful and if you don't mind me saying, you're sexy too." Jill blushed at his compliments and replied with a simple, "Thank you." She was uncomfortable receiving such compliments and went on, "I don't think I'm that sexy at all Jason." "Don't be silly Jill. If you weren't married, well, I'd pursue you myself." Jill remembered Kevin had encouraged her to experiment while at the conference and without thinking, she replied, "Well, my husband isn't here." She immediately regretted telling him that. It was so out of character for her. She felt doubly regretful by the shocked look on Jason's face. Maybe he was just being nice when he said she was sexy. He hadn't dated much since his divorce and was awkward around women after not having dated for so long. He never expected Jill to be open to the possibility of a sexual relationship with him. It was almost like she was calling his bluff, he didn't quite know how to respond but he also couldn't pass up an opportunity to be with such an attractive, younger woman. Jason responded, "I won't tell him if you don't. We could continue our conversation in my room if you like." Jill's heart was racing. She couldn't believe where this conversation was leading. She felt like she was cheating on Kevin but he also encouraged her to explore the sexual possibilities while away. She'd slept with several other men so it wasn't like she'd never done something slutty before. After a short pause, she replied, "I'd like that. I'd like that a lot." Jason, stunned by his surprise stroke of luck, quickly called for the waiter to bring the check while Jill excused herself to go to the ladies room where she placed a quick call to her husband. After quick greetings, Jill told him, "It's going to happen." "What's going to happen?" Kevin had convinced himself Jill would never stray on her own so he was confused. "I'm going to sleep with Jason but I wanted to make sure you were still okay with it first." Kevin sounded like a kid getting a special birthday present. "Are you kidding? I'm more than okay with it. Damn honey, I'm getting hard already thinking about it. I can't wait to hear all about it later." Jill made him tell her one more time that he was serious and he reassured her again before she hung up. Kevin's mind was racing at the possibility of his wife getting fucked by another man. Jill was a little nervous as she returned to the table as Jason stood up to escort her out of the restaurant. He couldn't believe his luck either. They were both a little nervous on the short walk back to the hotel and stood in silence in the elevator on the way up to Jason's room. When they got into his room, Jason ordered a bottle of wine from room service and got a couple of soft drinks from the mini fridge in the room until then. Jill took a sip of her drink and walked over to the floor length window to check out the view of the city skyline. As she was looking out the window, she felt Jason's hand on her shoulders and she turned to face him. They looked into each other's eyes and without saying a word, they began to kiss; first a short, soft kiss, then a longer, deeper kiss. He pulled her closer to him while beginning to fondle her tight, little ass. Jill could feel his growing excitement as he held her close. Her hands pulled his ass tighter against her as he began to fumble with the buttons of her blouse until her lace bra was fully exposed. He quickly stripped off her blouse then began to tug at the zipper of her skirt. With her skirt now undone, it fell to the floor, then Jill stepped out of it. Jason took a step back to gaze at the Asian beauty before him in her lace bra and panties. He wasted no time stripping down to his boxers with a noticeable hard on underneath. Just then, there was a knock on the door from room service. Jason was a little surprised when Jill didn't flinch or try to cover up when he went to open the door. The room service waiter, who looked like a young college student, got a look of surprise on his face when he saw Jill standing there half-naked and noticed Jason similarly dressed. He got a knowing smile on his face as he placed the wine and two glasses on a table near the window. He made no secret of his stares of Jill's half naked body as he slowly opened the wine and poured two glasses for the guests. Jason signed for the bill and the waiter left, but not before taking one last gaze at Jill. Jason didn't say anything about Jill losing her shyness as he offered her the glass. They both took sips of their wine before continuing their make-out session. Jill slipped off her bra while Jason played with her pussy through her panties while running his other hand over her bare legs. She then began to stroke her new lover as they kissed again. Jason's had now pushed her panties aside and was finger fucking her hairless, wet pussy. At home, Kevin was restless wondering what was happening with Jill and her lover. His mind went wild with imagination. He also had mixed feelings of excitement and some jealousy but his hard on showed he was more excited than jealous. He found himself stroking his member while images of what Jill might be doing right then flashed through his mind. It didn't take long for him to release the cum that had built up in his balls while thinking about what his slut wife might be doing at that moment. Back at the hotel, Jill was now naked as she watched Jason take his boxers off. They kissed again while naked, his hard cock pressing against Jill's skin. He then led her over to the bed and laid her down and began kissing her all over her body, spending time to especially focus on her 32a breasts and nipples. She was writhing in pleasure by the time he worked his way down to begin kissing and licking her inner thighs. She opened her legs wide to offer him her willing pussy for whatever he wanted to do. Jason's fingers played with her hot pussy by simultaneously finger fucking her and playing with her clit with his thumb. She was getting hotter by the second and he wanted to taste her lovely pussy so he leaned forward to replace his finger with his tongue, sticking it deep inside her hole. His hands ran up and down her legs before gripping her ass, holding her still while he feasted on her salty juices. He flicked his tongue across her clit before using his lips to suck on it too. This brought Jill to an intense orgasm Jason gave her clit a rest while tonguing her lips and tongue fucking her again. He swung himself around so Jill could suck him while he continued to orally please her. She opened her mouth and took his fat cock between her sweet lips while he began to focus on her pussy again. He loved her expert cocksucking and began to slowly fuck her mouth while she worked on his cock with her lips and tongue. After Jill's second orgasm, Jason climbed between her open legs. He took a moment to gaze as her petite body from her beautiful face, to her tiny tits, taunt stomach, and slender legs. Her pussy was glistening from a mixture of her juices and his saliva. She had a look of lust on her face as he pressed himself up against her lips. Jason couldn't believe his luck in being able to fuck such a lovely younger woman who was cheating on her husband, or at least, that's what he thought. Jill was nervous and excited at the same time as she was about to fuck another man for the first time without her husband being present. Even though she had Kevin's enthusiastic permission, she still felt like she was cheating on him in a way. It was too late to turn back now, even if she wanted to, as Jason slowly slid his dick into her while staring into her face. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she felt the fat cock slide deep into her. Jason began to slowly hump on her as they both moaned quietly in pleasure. Jill wrapped her legs around his waist and began to thrust her hips up to meet his. Their grunts got louder the faster they fucked each other. After a while, Jill suggested she get on top for a change of pace. He rolled onto his back and waited while she straddled him, aiming his dick at her pussy, she then slowly slid down on it. Jill began to ride him while looking directly into his eyes, cherishing giving him so much pleasure. It had been a long time since he'd had sex and Jason was loving every moment. He watched as Jill closed her eyes while riding him, then raised his hands to fondle her tits. She then leaned forward offering her nipples for him to suck on. They continued in this position until Jason said he couldn't hold out much longer and wanted to fuck her from behind so Jill climbed off, bending over on all fours offering herself to him once again. Jason took hold of her ass cheeks and slipped inside of her. He fucked her slowly at first, trying to hold out as long as he could but he was losing that battle. He began to fuck her harder and faster until he blasted his load deep inside Jill's pussy. After laying in bed next to each other for a few minutes, Jill told Jason she was going back to her room. Jason thanked her for a wonderful evening and kissed her lightly before she got dressed and went back to her room. In truth, she couldn't wait to get back and tell Kevin all about her night. When she left Jason's room, her hair was a mess and her clothes were disheveled. She had that "just got fucked" look about her. She pressed the button for the elevator and saw two people from the conference. She gave them a casual "hello" and stared down at the floor, hoping it wasn't obvious that she just got laid but they knew. They just didn't know with whom she had sex. It seemed like it took forever for the elevator to get to her floor and she quickly exited. As soon as she closed the door to her room, Jill called Kevin who was anxiously waiting to hear from his wife. She told him, "Well, I did it. I just got done fucking Jason for you." Kevin's heart was racing as he begged her for details. "I can't wait to hear all about it." Kevin's cock began to grow as Jill went through every last detail of her night. They had each other on speaker phone at first, then switched to a video chat as they both got more aroused from reliving her extramarital evening. Jill got a towel and placed it underneath her as she was finishing the story of her cheating with Jason. After she told Kevin how her lover came in her pussy, she pointed the camera phone between her legs and squeezed out Jason's sperm as proof of her getting fucked by another man. When Kevin saw her lover's cum oozing out of her, he also came as he stroked himself at the thought of another man filling his wife with his sperm. Jill wanted to know how he felt about her one night stand and he replied, "I'm so turned on right now, I can't wait for you to get home." Jill was relieved to hear that. The last thing she wanted was for her husband to have second thoughts after the fact because there was no way to undo what she had done that evening. It also helped to relieve the mild guilt she was feeling. She always felt bad afterwards because of the conflicts it created with her conservative, Asian upbringing. She also felt guilty because she enjoyed it so much but was still in denial of her feelings. In her mind, she was doing it for Kevin, not for herself. This was partially true, after all, she never would have become such a slut if it weren't for the encouragement of her husband but deep down, she knew she enjoyed herself. She showered before she went to bed, feeling sexually satisfied and exhausted from a full day of seminars, flirting and great sex. Jill didn't know if she could face Jason the next day but she immediately ran into him at the conference sponsored breakfast. They talked about the sessions they were going to attend and what they hoped to learn. Jill was hoping he wasn't going to mention the night before but as they were finishing their meal, Jason commented, "I had a great time last night. It's been a while since, um, you know, since my divorce." She understood exactly what he meant and replied, "I enjoyed it too. Just so you know, I've never done that before." They didn't want to say too much out of fear of being overheard. They attended some of the same sessions again that day, talking before and after them. Towards the end of the day, Jason asked if she wanted to have dinner again. She told him she would let him know later. Jill knew the dinner invitation was also a request to have sex with her. She couldn't tell him she wanted to check with her husband first even though she knew what Kevin would say. When Jill sent Kevin a text, "Jason wants to have dinner again tonight. What do you think?" "You know I'm fine with that and whatever else might happen afterwards as long as you feel comfortable doing it again." "I'm not sure I want to but I know that it is a possibility." "Well let me know what you decide. I'll want to hear all about it." "LOL. You are such a perv!!" She sent Jason a text telling him she'd meet him in the lobby at 6 PM. Jason quickly agreed. Jill didn't pack anything sexy, after all, this was a business conference, not a pleasure trip so she slipped on a pair of white leggings over a light blue thong with a matching bra underneath a light sweater. Jason complimented her on how great she looked and he meant every word. His confidence level had increased after being able to have sex with a woman more than twenty years younger than himself and he was excited at the thought of inviting her up to his room again. Over dinner, Jill learned that Jason's wife left him for one of his friends. He was deeply hurt by this and found it difficult to date women again because of his age and his broken heart. He dove deeply into his work and advancing his career to fill the void in his personal life. Jason also confessed to Jill that he felt a little guilty sleeping with another man's wife after what had happened to him. He asked Jill, "You said this was the first time you had done something like that. I'm curious to know what made you decide to have sex with me." Jill didn't know how to answer him and decided to tell him the truth. "To be honest Jason, I wasn't cheating on my husband." Jason got a puzzled look on his face, "Well, you're married and we had sex last night. What do you mean you weren't cheating?" She began to blush a little and explained, "My husband is okay with what we did. As a matter of fact, it was his idea." "Your husband knows what we did and it doesn't bother him?" Jill went a little further to explain, "It excites him when I have sex with other men. This is the first time he hasn't been there with me." "Really? So your husband usually watches?" "I don't want to go into details but let's just say we like to have some fun once in a while." Jason decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth but had one more question. "Does that mean that you'd be open to joining me in my room again tonight?" This was the last night of the conference; there was only a half day tomorrow, Jill enjoyed herself last night and Kevin would want her to go to his room again so she replied, "Yes, I think I'd like that." Jason got a wide grin on his face and told her, "In my wildest dreams, I never thought a young, beautiful woman like you would ever end up in my hotel room. You are smart, gorgeous and sexy." They finished their drinks and went to Jason's room. Jill sent Kevin a text from the elevator informing him that she was on her way to her lover's hotel room again. Kevin jerked off again while anxiously awaiting the follow up phone call from his wife after she got done satisfying her lover. He kept picturing in his mind how Jason would be stripping off her clothes while kissing and fondling her tits and ass. He knew that another man would be sucking on his wife's nipples and fingering her pussy before licking her to multiple orgasms. No man could resist asking Jill to give them one of her expertly performed blow jobs. He wished he could witness her sucking Jason's cock and watch the look of pleasure on his face as she devoured his dick. Kevin knew that at some point, Jill would be laying on Jason's bed with her legs spread, offering her married pussy to her lover. He would climb between her legs and insert himself into her and begin to thrust his dick into her. Maybe he would take her from behind as she bent over waiting for her lover to penetrate her pussy. Her puckered asshole would be in full view. Would he play with it or take her anally? He would have to wait to find out. It seemed like it took forever to get a call from his wife. What Kevin didn't know at the time was that Jason would fuck Jill twice that evening. That's why it took so long for her to call him. The suspense was killing him. He kept wondering what Jason was doing to his wife the entire time. As soon as Jill entered Jason's room, he immediately pulled her close to him, told her how beautiful she was and how lovely she looked. He then leaned in to kiss her and she enthusiastically returned the kiss. She was enjoying being courted by another man. It was as exciting as going on a second date with someone with whom you have a special connection. It made her feel sexy and a little naughty which, of course, made her horny. It was different with Jason too. It wasn't just a sexual attraction; there was also a mental, professional connection. Their mutual intelligence on a subject they both taught made the other more desirable to them. Jason was thrilled to have been able to entice a woman twenty years younger than himself into his hotel room. It was an even further confidence boost that she came back again for a second time. Their kisses were meaningful and helped to ignite further passion between them. They were so excited and sexually stimulated that they couldn't resist getting their clothes off as quickly as they could. There was no rush but neither of them wanted the fabric of their clothes to interfere with the stimulation of feeling their bare skin touching each other. Their hands roamed freely over each other's naked bodies; touching, feeling, groping, licking and sucking wherever their hearts and minds led them. Jason paid extra attention to Jill's small breasts and hard nipples. She was self-conscious about their size but Jason reassured her that they were perfect, especially for her small frame. His hands traveled softly along her legs and thighs while brushing lightly against her pussy. Jason went behind Jill to massage her neck and shoulders, then began to kiss and nibble on her neck. She was melting to his touch. She could feel his hard on poking against her backside as he continued his slow foreplay as a prelude to making love to her. Jill felt his hands tracing down her back to clutch her ass as knelt behind her. He began to lightly nibble on her cheeks while he ran his hands up and down her legs. She desperately wanted attention paid to her pussy but Jason continued his teasing. He turned her around and had her lean back against the desk with her legs spread while he was still on his knees. His hands played with her naked skin all around her pussy. He was so close to it, she could feel his hot breath on her lips. She lifted her hips trying to get him to eat her but he pulled back, not giving in to her wishes. Her heavy breathing told him she was getting hotter by the second. Jason teased the outside of her lips which made Jill place her hands on the back of his head with a gentle pressure, encouraging him to taste her but he was showing her he was going to control the pace. Finally, a finger pressed between her lips and all he felt the warmth and wetness. Jill was moaning to his touch. He continued to tease her before inserting his finger into her which made her moan louder. He looked up at her face which was flush with desire. She had lust and passion in her eyes. She spread her legs further apart to give him better access and her hips were moving to his repeated insertion. After making Jill's pussy drip with excitement, Jason decided he needed to taste her. He withdrew his finger and used the width of his tongue to give her hot, wet pussy a few long, slow licks. He then had Jill put her leg over his shoulder before sticking his tongue into her pussy. Jill's hips were meeting his thrusts as he inserted his tongue into her. He then replaced his tongue with his finger and used the tip of his tongue to lick her clit. She pulled his head tighter against her as he continued to tease her clit. When she was on the verge of cumming, he began to suck on her clit until she had an explosive orgasm that made her knees buckle. She groaned loudly in pleasure, so loud, her moans could be heard in the hallway. While her orgasm subsided, Jason lapped up her juices then worked his way back up to suck on her clit until she came two more times. Jill's pussy was on fire and she needed more. She ordered Jason to sit down in a chair near the full length window and he quickly obeyed. Jill then crawled between his legs, running her hands up and down his legs while staring at this hard dick. She kissed and licked her way up his thighs, taking time to lick and suck his balls but never touching his dick. It was payback time for the way he teased her. She kissed her way up his torso and even sucked on his nipples, her naked skin rubbing against his dick. She looked at him with lust in her eyes and he leaned in so they could share another passionate kiss before she kissed her way back down. Jill let her long black hair tickle his balls while he felt her hot breath against his dick. She began to lick his balls again, then started to lick and mouth the shaft like a melting ice cream cone. She licked several drops of precum from the tip then looked up at him from her knees with a wicked grin on her face. He understood that he deserved to be teased the same way he teased her. She then took his entire dick into her throat as Jason moaned loudly, thrusting his hips upward to push himself deeper. Jill's head began to bob slowly on the dick before her. She was moaning herself as she gave her lover a slow, sensuous blow job. Her tongue swirled over the head or used it to squeeze the base of his shaft when she deep throated him. She then picked up the pace as Jason raved about her cocksucking ability. Jill suddenly stopped sucking him then slowly straddled her lover's lap. They shared another deep passionate kiss while she rubbed her hot pussy against his shaft. They were both breathing heavy when she placed his dick at the entrance of her pussy. She looked directly into Jason's eyes and said, "Tell me what you want." He got a broad grin on his face and replied, "I want you to fuck me." "Oh, you're going to have to do better than that." "I want you to sit on my dick and fuck me like I've never be fucked before. I want to feel that hot Asian pussy of yours surrounding my cock. You know you want to fuck me as bad as I want to fuck you." "You're right Jason, I do want to fuck you too." Jill then lowered herself entirely onto Jason's dick; her eyes rolling back into her head in pleasure. She ever so slowly began to ride him while never losing eye contact with him. She kissed him, sticking her tongue into his mouth while they both groaned from their passionate sexual intercourse. Jill began to ride him faster breathing heavier as she enjoyed bouncing on Jason's fat cock. She came again while fucking him. Jason sucked on her nipples while she caught her breath. With Jill's arms wrapped around his neck, Jason stood up which made her wrap her legs around his waist. He turned, her back against the window; he started to fuck her standing up; their kisses muffling their moans. Jason told her, "You know, someone in the hotel across the way might see us fucking." "Well then, give them a nice show and fuck me hard." Jason thought, "Damn she's a kinky lady." He started to fuck her harder until he came deep inside her pussy. He staggered over to the bed, let her down gently and collapsed next to her. "Damn, Jill you sure know how to fuck." "You aren't half bad yourself." Kevin would find out later that after Jason and Jill finished their first sexual romp of the night that he asked if he could take a couple of pictures of her without showing her face. Kevin was surprised that she agreed to this but it was on the condition that he also take some pictures on her phone to show her husband later. As Jill was later telling Kevin all the details of her fucking her conference colleague, she began to text him the pictures Jason took. The first ones were of her simply standing naked but others showed her with her legs spread wide with some of Jason's cum on her pussy lips. Another one showed her bent over with her asshole and pussy exposed. Kevin loved the thought of Jason using these photos to jerk off in the days and months to follow, remembering the two nights he spent fucking Jill. Kevin was a little stunned by some of the next pictures. Jill told Kevin that Jason got hard again while Jill was posing naked for him. She also got turned on by acting as his model and he fucked her again. One showed Jill with her lips wrapped around a fat cock while the next showed the cock embedded deep in her pussy as she bent over. He stroked his cock furiously as she described every minute detail of either sucking or fucking Jason's dick. He shot his load when Jill, once more, started a video chat and squeezed out, not one, but two loads of Jason's sperm from her well fucked pussy. It seemed like the flow of sperm would never cease as Kevin watched every drop spill out of his wife. She told Kevin, "He fucked my pussy good and hard tonight dear. I can't wait to get home so I can tell you all the dirty little details again in person." Kevin grew more anxious to see his wife again so he could fuck her after Jason had used her for two days. What he didn't know was that the Jill and Jason story wasn't over. The lovers had to check out of their rooms before the conference was over and both would be leaving that afternoon after a few more seminars. When Jill saw Jason the next morning he once again told her how beautiful she was and how he would always remember her. Jill was naturally flattered that she had made such an impression upon someone she only knew for two days. Over breakfast, Jason curiously asked, "Does your husband know what happened between us last night?" Jill was hesitant to respond but gave a short, "Yes," for an answer. "Did you do it for him or for yourself?" "For both of us, I guess." She was embarrassed to look at Jason. It wasn't like her to reveal the secrets of their extraordinary lifestyle. He could tell she wasn't comfortable talking about it so he dropped the subject. In between sessions, Jason let her know that he wished he had more time to be with her and she noticed a lump in his pants as he was talking to her and scanning her lovely, petite body at the same time. It turned her on knowing he wanted her so badly. As they were walking down the corridor to the next session, he noticed an empty room. Jason figured he had nothing to lose and hinted they could go in there for a "quickie." Jill said, "We can't do that. What if we get caught?" "That's half the fun Jill, the chance of getting caught. Come on. It will be fun. Besides, it will give you another story to tell your husband." He took her by the hand, leading her into the room over her mild protests but never really objecting. He closed the door behind them and took her in his arms and gave her a long, deep kiss while running his hands over her body. Jill tried to resist, "We can't. We shouldn't." That didn't stop Jason from reaching underneath her skirt to remove her panties and placing them into his jacket pocket. He led her over to a table that was used for the presenters and stuck his hand up her skirt and began to finger fuck her. Her mind told her to resist but her body told her differently. Her juices started to flow under his manual manipulations and her hand instinctively reached out to stroke him through his pants. Jason lifted her onto the table, threw her skirt above her waist to expose her bald pussy and began to lick and finger her. Jill came to another intense orgasm while she kept glancing over towards the door hoping no one would walk in on them. At the same time she found this risky behavior to be thrilling. After she came, Jason bent her over the table. Jill was nervous, scared and horny as she felt her lover's dick poking at her from behind. She reached back to help him gain entrance to her pussy and he drove his cock deep into her. Her hands grasped the edges of the table as Jason fucked her hard and fast. Their muffled groans filled the room. Jason pulled up her sweater and bra so he could fondle her tits as they fucked in the empty room. Jill prayed no one would catch them. It would be too embarrassing but her sexual desires had to be fulfilled now. She was pushing back against his cock so her pussy could meet his thrusts into her with his hard, fat cock. They were going at it wildly on the table in the empty conference room, too wildly to hear the door open. A maintenance man came in to clean the room and was frozen in place when he unexpectedly happened upon two lovers having sex. He watched, unnoticed, for a few moments as Jill and Jason fucked in front of him. He was a handsome, young Latino man, maybe in his mid-twenties with a muscular build, dark hair and dark eyes. Jason was the first to notice they had an audience and stopped for a second, then Jill, wondering why he stopped, looked up to see they had been caught. Everyone just stared at each other for what seemed like an hour but in reality it was only a few long seconds. The maintenance man did not tell them to stop, nor did he leave so Jason continued to fuck Jill while he watched. Jill's heart was beating fast at getting caught by a stranger, wondering if he would report them, but she had fucked in front of their neighbor, Frank, at home and in front of others before and enjoyed those previous encounters, so she was an experienced exhibitionist. She was conflicted, part of her wanting to run and hide but the other part wanting to give him a good show, so she did nothing and let Jason continue using her pussy while the maintenance man watched them. Jill could tell that Jason was about to cum and she asked that he not cum in her pussy. She didn't want the cum leaking out of her during the last session of the conference. He disengaged from Jill and she quickly got down on her knees. Jason immediately stuffed his cock into Jill's mouth and began the move his hips as her head bobbed. Jason proudly announced he was about to cum as he looked at their voyeur. Jill glanced over at him too while she sucked the hard cock in front of her. Jason then put his hands on the back of her head and forced himself deep into Jill's throat and released his seed while she lapped up every drop. After Jason pulled his dick from Jill's mouth, he told her that it looked like their friend got excited by their actions and said, "Why don't you take care of him too Jill. It sounds like something your husband would want you to do." With Jason motioning him to come forward and hearing no objections from Jill, who was still on her knees, the maintenance man approached the front of the room with an obvious erection in his pants unsure if Jill would comply with Jason's request. He got in front of Jill and she quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, releasing a nice, hard cock. His dick was longer than Jason's but thinner. Jason and the janitor were both watching, wondering if Jill would actually go through with this. She looked up at both of them, knowing what was expected of her, took a deep breath and took the new cock between her lips and began to suck it. His one hand lightly held the back of her head and he exclaimed, "Damn baby, you really know how to suck a dick." Jill's head bobbed on the dick before her, hoping he would cum quickly so she didn't have to worry about getting caught again. Her tongue and lips worked over the base of the shaft before working their way back up to concentrate on the head, then going back down again. After a few minutes of Jill's expert cocksucking, the maintenance man let loose a huge load of sperm that Jill tried to swallow but it was too much for her and she was caught by surprise by how much he came. Some of his cum dripped out of her mouth and down her chin, a few drops landing on her sweater. She was able to catch up with the amount of his load and swallowed the rest without any problems. When he was done cumming, he quickly zipped up his pants, thanked her as Jill and Jason quickly left the room. They both laughed when they got out, not believing how horny they both were and then getting caught. Jason told Jill, "That was great. You are one hot woman Jill. Your husband is one lucky man. That guy will never forget you. He'll remember you for the rest of his life." Jill was a little embarrassed and excited. The adrenaline was flowing throughout her body at what had just happened. She then reminded Jason, "You still have my panties." "I think I'm going to keep them as a memento of the last two days, if you don't mind." Jill never responded as they walked down the hall to the last session. Jill didn't realize she had cum stains on her sweater as her and Jason went into the seminar. She felt like a slut for what she just did and could feel the cool air conditioning on her bare pussy. Jason was excited to know he was sitting next to a woman whose panties were in his pocket. After the session was over they retrieved their luggage and left to go to the airport, not knowing if or when they would see each other again but knowing they would share great memories of those few days together. Before she boarded her plane, Jill used the restroom and while looking in the mirror, she noticed the cum stains on her sweater. There is no telling how many people saw them but she was sure no one knew what they were. She was a little embarrassed but decided not to try and wash them off so she could show her husband later. When Kevin picked up Jill from the airport, she couldn't wait to tell him what had happened that morning. ********** I couldn't wait to see my sexy wife and waited anxiously by the gate with a handful of flowers. I wanted her to tell me all the slutty details of the last few days once more but this time I would be able to fuck her just like Jason did. My dick was half hard just thinking about seeing her again. Every time I saw a crowd of people coming, I scanned the faces hoping to see my wife. Finally, I saw her and we both got a wide smile on our faces. It was like we hadn't seen each other in months rather than a few short days. She loved the flowers and we hugged and kissed like long lost lovers. I told her I couldn't wait to get her home to give her a good fucking and she told me she was super horny too. For some reason, Jill decided to begin telling me of what had happened earlier that morning while we were stuck in rush hour traffic on the way home from the airport. She started the story by showing me that she wasn't wearing any panties. She lifted her dress and spread her legs to show me her bald pussy. She didn't realize that a truck driver on the passenger side of our car was also watching her. She blushed and began to laugh when she realized she had just flashed the driver too. With my encouragement, she flashed him again from within the safety of our vehicle. My cock was rock hard. Jill began to rub the front of my pants while telling me how she fucked Jason in the empty conference room earlier that day. She released my dick from my pants as she told me every detail. She loved doing something so adventurous and risky although she wasn't sure she should have done it at the time. It was when she told me that they got caught in the act that made me pay extra close attention and how the maintenance man watched as Jason came in her mouth. Jill started to suck my dick right there in the car but would raise her head at times to finish her story. She went into detail on how much she enjoyed being caught. The possibility of being caught was exciting but to actually have been caught and watched while fucking and sucking was exhilarating for her. She told me how Jason suggested she service their voyeur and how she was too turned on by then to refuse. She told me how she unzipped his pants and began to suck the stranger's dick with Jason's encouragement. My wife went into detail on the size of his dick, how it tasted and the sounds the janitor was making while she sucked him. The whole time she would leave me in suspense while taking time out from her story telling to suck my dick too. My wife told me how he came in buckets in her mouth and how she couldn't keep up. He must have really cum a lot because Jill is an expert at swallowing a huge load. It was when she showed me the cum stains on her sweater as evidence of her story, that I told her I was going to cum. Her mouth covered my dick as I unloaded my sperm into her throat. She sucked me until she swallowed every last drop of my cum. I then I noticed someone in a pickup truck next to us that must have seen most of my blowjob from Jill. When I told Jill we had an audience, she looked up, smiled and waved to him. It was then that traffic cleared and I sped home to get my wife into bed. I fucked her twice that evening while making her replay every detail of her fucking and sucking Jason and the maintenance man. Deep down I was disappointed because I wasn't there to watch my slut wife in action but this adventure added a new element to sharing her with others. While it made me feel a little more jealous at times, I was also glad it happened. I found it to be so exciting and the found the anticipation of hearing the details afterwards so intoxicating. It was like getting high on a drug. It sent a charge of adrenaline through my body. It also made me want to see her in action again. I could only hope that it would happen sooner rather than later.

Sabine's Summer bySabineteas Sabine had just finished her second year of college and was off for the summer. Because her parents did not have a lot of money she had to find a job, which she did, at a local office. After she had been there a couple of weeks she heard some of the other women talking about the boss. It seems that he had been offering some of the women $500 to undress in front of him. But he had not offered this to Sabine. At first she was glad. She did not want to have to say no to him, but wasn't sure that she would be able to say yes, even that she wanted to say yes. Sabine was not innocent, she had had several boy friends and knew what men wanted, even had let some of them do some things. She wasn't a virgin, but had only had sex twice. But, after another couple of weeks, while the thought of him asking her for that had gotten rather exciting to her, she came up with a plan. There were times where some of the women had to work late and she volunteered for one of those nights. She had checked out an area away from the office and had brought some clothes that she had prepared at home. She walked into the bosses office and closed the door. "Mr. Adams, I have a question." "Yes?" "Why, when you asked some of the girls here to undress for money, you didn't ask me?" Her boss was somewhat shocked by her forwardness. "Uh, because you are rather young for me." "Don't you think that I would have wanted the $500?" "Well, I suppose you would have but I still wouldn't have asked you because of your age, Sabine." "Well, I have thought about this Mr. Adams. I would like to make you an offer, but we need to go somewhere else." Adams, a mid forties man was even more surprised but also now interested. "Let me change clothes and we can go for a short drive." Sabine left him sitting there and went to ladies room and changed into her prepared clothes, a t-shirt with the neck and hem cut through, a bra with the clasp ready to pull off and no straps, a pair of shorts with the button really loose and ready to pull off and panties with the waistband and leg holes cut almost all the way through. She held a long coat over her arm and went and got Adams. "This won't take long Mr. Adams and I think that you will like it." She led him to his car and directed him to a church near a city park. A large park with softball fields on one side, camping far into the park and some walkways on the other side from the softball fields. It was almost dusk, but still light enough for him to see. They parked, got out of the car and Sabine led him into the park, along the furthest walkway. They walked a good way into the park, still light enough and Sabine stopped him, led him somewhat off the walkway and hung her long coat over a tree limb. Then she led him away from her coat. She stopped and turned to him. "You may not have noticed, but my clothes have been slightly adjusted, Mr. Adams. If you would just grab the neckline of my shirt and pull, you'll see what I mean." Adams looked at Sabine, not really getting it. Sabine stepped up to him, took his hands, placed them on the neckline of her shirt... "Pull." He did finally and her shirt tore down the front and then he smiled. "Push it off me." He did and it slid down Sabine's arms and fell on the ground behind her. She shivered. Her coat was 75 feet away from her and she knew what she was going to allow him to do to her. "Just get a good grip and pull, Mr. Adams." He smirked at her, grabbed the front of her bra and yanked. The clasp let loose, pulling the hooks out and her boobs bounced out into the open, nipples hard. Adams tossed the bra away and gazed at her bare boobs. "You don't have to pay me the $500. Go ahead." Adams grabbed the waistband of her shorts and pulled hard. The button popped off and the zipper peeled open. The shorts were very loose and slithered down Sabine's legs to her ankles. She shivered again, in just her panties, and stepped out of the shorts. Adams didn't wait for an go ahead, he just grasped her panties and yanked. The waistband snapped, then both leg openings, leaving him with destroyed panties in one hand and Sabine bare ass naked. Adams tossed the panties behind Sabine and gazed at her naked body. Now that everything had happened that she had planned, Sabine was having some second thoughts. She looked at him and noticed that he was smirking and she had to force herself not to cover up, to just stand there completely exposed. "This could have been done at the office, at work, Sabine. Why did you want to come here?" "Ah, the thought of you doing what you did, in the open, it, ah, made me feel, ah, excited." His smirk, smile, got even wider. "Slip your shoes off and come here, Sabine." She shivered, looked down at the ground and toed off her shoes. "Not too sure that you should have done this?" "Ah, no, not right now." "Come here." Sabine walked up to Adams, only looking up at him when she had reached him. He still had a large smirk on his face. His left hand reached out and touched her shoulder and then slowly moved down, eventually closing over her right boob. Sabine gasped. Adams squeezed it, rubbing her nipple while his right hand slid across Sabine's left boob, down her belly and eased into her pubic hair. She began to breathe faster and her legs involuntarily moved apart. Adams chuckled and slid his hand between her legs, cupping her pussy and then slipping his middle finger right up inside her pussy. "I don't want..." "Right now I don't care what you want, Sabine, and you certainly are right about being excited. You are dripping wet. You're not a virgin, are you?" "Ah, no, no I am not..." "Good, very good." By now it was getting dark, just the lights of security lights along the walkway letting the two of them see anything. "Now, I want to test how excited and obedient you can be, Sabine." All the while moving his finger inside her. "See that light pole down there?" Sabine looked where Adams had indicated. "Yessss." "Walk down there and touch the pole, then walk back to me." "I can't..." "Yes you can, and I think you want to, Sabine. Go ahead and do it." The light pole had to be at least 150 feet away. Sabine wanted to do it and didn't want to do it. Adams pulled his finger out of her, cupped both her boobs and squeezed them, rubbing his thumbs over her erect nipples, making her gasp again. "Go on, Sabine, you know that you want to." Sabine hesitantly turned towards the light pole, completely naked, outside, with her boss and began to walk. Adams chuckled. He watched his bare ass naked employee walk down the path, her ass moving, the ass crack clearly visible. He thought to himself, "I can't believe that she is actually doing this". Then he gathered up the torn scraps of her clothes and her shoes and tossed them all into a large patch of brush slightly off the walkway. Then he faced Sabine and watched her walking, nude, a long way away from him. Adams did not really believe that Sabine would have done what she did, what she is now doing. It was a complete and total surprise to him, but one that he was really enjoying. Adams watched Sabine walk up to the light pole, in a pool of light, and touch the pole, then turn and begin walking back to him. He still was chuckling as he observed the nude woman, seeing her boobs jiggle and bounce as she walked along. She finally arrived, shivering, slightly red-faced. Adams laughed. "Come on." He walked towards the exit and before that Sabine's coat. Sabine walked with him, naked, his right hand cupping and feeling her bare ass. She didn't tell him to stop. When they arrived where she had hung her coat on a branch of a tree, Adams looked at her and smirked. "Wait here." Then he took her coat and walked off towards his car. Sabine stood there, surprised, shivering, nude. Would he come back for her? She didn't know for sure, was scared that he wouldn't and somewhat excited by what she was doing. It seemed like it was forever, but Adams finally came back, without her coat. "Let's go to the car, Sabine." As Sabine walked alongside Adams, he casually reached down and over, cupping her bare ass and feeling it, from time to time running his fingers through her ass crack. The first time he did that she jumped and he chuckled. But she clenched her teeth and let him do what he wanted. It was arousing her. They got to his Town Car and got into it. Adams turned on the car and then the interior lights. "Show me your pussy." Sabine felt her face heating, she knew that she was blushing, but there was something she wanted to tell him, needed to tell him. So... "Ah, I want to ask you for something Mr. Adams. First of all, you don't have to give me anything for doing this. In a way, for me, it's better if I don't get any money or anything. And what I want you to to do is not refer to my parts like most people do. Call them tits. Call it my ass." She swallowed. She looked down. "Call it my, uh, cunt." Adams burst out laughing. When he had calmed down, he reached over, pushed her face up so she had to look at him, and smirked. "All right, Sabine, show me your cunt. Lean back against the door, put your feet up on the seat and let your knees fall apart. Let's see that cunt of yours." Sabine moaned softly, closing her eyes and did as she was told. After she did it, she slowly lifted her ass off the seat and then opened her eyes, looking at Adams as he stared at her. She shuddered as she watched him extend his arm and thrust a finger up inside her. She gasped, but said nothing, just let him do it. "Damn, girl, you are wet as hell!" Adams worked his finger in and out of Sabine and to her horror, she felt her ass moving, pumping towards his knuckles. Adams laughed as she did this, watching her. After a few minutes of this, Adams removed his finger and turned off the interior lights. Then he drove off, back towards the office. But he couldn't resist a few words... "Do you like being bare ass naked, Sabine?" No answer came. "Do you like it when I feel your tits?" No answer. "Do you like it when I feel your bare ass?" No answer. "Do you like it when I finger fuck your slut cunt, Sabine?" Sabine whimpered, then... "Yes, I do Mr. Adams." At the underground parking garage, Adams parked and got out, motioning Sabine to get out of the car also. Adams stared at her, grinning. "I like you naked Sabine. Get up on the trunk and show me your cunt again." Sabine backed up to the trunk, used her arms to hoist her ass up on it and slowly spread her legs again. "Christ you are wet! Pull your ass cheeks apart so I can see your asshole Sabine." She did it, whimpering softly, but aroused by how nasty she was being, just because he wanted her do things. "Your asshole is wet too Sabine. You must be leaking out of your cunt." Sabine closed her eyes, not wanting to see him staring at her most intimate parts. Finally Adams had her get off the car and had her walk up the three flights of stairs to the office floor. She was still naked, not knowing if the cleaners were in the building, not knowing if she was going to be caught bare ass. She was scared but aroused when she thought of being caught. Naked for Adams was one thing but having the cleaners see her, that was something altogether else for her. As Sabine and Adams entered the office Sabine thought that she heard a vacuum cleaner running, but she wasn't sure. It made her stomach clench. Adams, instead of leading her to his office as she thought he would, led her to the conference room. "Get up on the table, ass at the edge, feet up on it and beside your ass." Nervously Sabine did as she was told. "Close your eyes." She did and heard the sound of a zipper. Then she felt something between her pussy lips, rubbing up and down them, initially somewhat soft but then getting firmer, harder. She moaned. As it rubbed downward it seemed to linger at her opening, teasing into it slightly, then back out. She thought that she knew what it was, Adams penis, but wasn't sure. That went on for some time, then she heard the door to the conference room open, a gasp, and she looked to see a cleaning woman standing in the doorway with a shocked look on her face. Sabine gasped... "Oh my God..." And then Sabine felt the thing at her pussy reach her opening and forcefully slid up inside her, then jerked several times inside her. "Oh no, God no, I am not on birth control!" The door closed. Adams was grasping her hips and she knew for certain that his penis was deep inside her and that he had just cum inside her. "Why did you do that?" "I don't cum on women, I cum inside them." "I am not on birth control. I could get pregnant." "So?" Sabine moaned and she felt him pull out of her, then a wetness trickle down between her ass cheeks. "I told you that I didn't want sex, didn't I?" "I don't think so, and it wasn't sex, I just put it in you. If I came it was involuntarily. Besides, you don't really think that I could watch you prance around in front of me naked without thinking that I could fuck you, did you?" "Let me up." Adams put himself away and stepped back. "I need to go, I need to go now." Sabine slid off the table and felt more of him slipping out and oozing down the inside of her thighs. Adams smirked at her and let her go off, down the three flights of stairs to her car, following her, chuckling. She was still nude. She was not happy. They reached his car. "I need my coat." Adams opened the trunk and got it for her, Sabine put it on and left for her car, sniffling, wondering if she was going to end up pregnant. Adams was completely pleased with himself. Sabine drove home and played the entire evening over in her mind, calling herself stupid in her mind. She still felt more of him oozing out of her all the way home. Most of the night was spent awake, bemoaning how dumb she had been. The next morning she debated going to work, but finally decided to go, dressed, make up on, nice clothes. She got to the office and worked hoping that the entire thing would be forgotten, but knew that it wouldn't. Around 10AM, when most of the staff took their morning break, she was called and Adams asked her to come to his office. She didn't want to go, but she did. She was nervous and upset. But when she walked into his office, she was becoming somewhat excited once more. "Close the door." She did that and came to the front of his desk, sitting down in a chair. Adams looked at her, smirking again. "Stand up." Sabine did so. "Take off your clothes." Sabine swallowed nervously. "I don't..." "I don't really care what you don't Sabine. I've seen it all, I've been up that tight little cunt of yours and I want you to strip, right here, right now. I want you bare ass naked again and I want you to spread your legs so I can see that tight cunt and asshole of yours again. And if you don't, I've told Amy and Mary about last night and everything that happened and they would be completely happy to come in here and take your clothes off for you. I don't think that you want that to happen, do you?" "NO!" "Then strip. Everything off, even your shoes. I want you bare ass naked again, Sabine. And I am not going to pay you anything for it, no money, no extra days off, no perks of the job, just you getting naked for me, whenever I want, wherever I want. Because I want it and I think that you get off on it, don't you? Sabine, you are going to be my little naked employee for as long as you work here. And you are going to get off on it. I saw that in your eyes last night, that it turned you on, that you liked it. How wet that cunt of yours got without me even touching you showed that to me. Now strip, everything off, right now. Sabine moaned softly, and her hands went to the top button on blouse, undoing it... Sabine's Summer Ch. 02 Sabine's hands were shaking a bit as she undid her blouse in front of Mr. Adams. She wasn't absolutely sure that she wanted to do this after yesterday, but he was right, he had seen everything she had yesterday. And to her horror, she felt herself getting aroused. She felt her nipples harden, she felt her pussy begin to moisten, her panties beginning to stick to her pussy. She knew that she was getting wet. When her blouse was undone, she pulled it out of her skirt and slowly removed it, not looking at Mr. Adams. She shouldn't be feeling embarrassed after what she had already done with him, but she was. She could feel her face heating up. She folded her blouse neatly and laid it on the chair she had been sitting in. Then she undid and unzipped her skirt, pushed it down and let it slide down her legs to the floor. Shuddering a bit, Sabine bent and picked up the skirt, folded it and laid it on top of her blouse. Then she pushed her pantyhose down and rolled them down and off, slipping off her shoes as she did. She began to fold up the pantyhose but... "Hand them to me." Sabine looked up, looked at Adams and then slowly moved her arm forward. Adams reached out, took the pantyhose from her and dropped them in his wastebasket. She shivered as she watched him do that. Now in just bra and panties, Sabine wasn't sure how to proceed. Adams solved that little problem for her. He picked up his wastebasket and walked around the desk. He set the wastebasket down and leaned against the desk, crossing his arms. He smirked. "I think the panties next. And drop them in the trash." Sabine gulped and pushed her panties down off her hips, letting them slide down to the floor. She stepped out of them, picked them up and looked at Adams, then slowly, hesitantly, she dropped her best pair of panties in the trash. Almost involuntarily Sabine moved her feet apart, her lips would show better like that. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, slipping it off her shoulders and down her arms and off. Adams snickered, pointed at the wastebasket and watched as Sabine dropped her best bra in the trash, standing bare ass in front of him. She was looking at Adams, seeing his smirk, he was staring at her and she watched as his eyes went down to her pussy. She felt her face get hotter "Sit in the chair, ass at the edge." Sabine did it, keeping her knees together. "Now you little slut, legs over the chair arms" Sabine moaned softly and slowly lifted her legs up and out, hooking them at the knees over the chair arms, knowing that in this position her pussy was totally in the open. She was completely nude and totally exposed. And she felt hot all over. Adams leaned forward and reached towards her with both hands, grasping a boob in each, rubbing a thumb over each nipple. "You little bitch, you nipples are hard as stone. Before I even touched you." He laughed and looked down at her pussy. She had pubic hair, but it was sparse and really didn't hide anything on her. "Now I want you to be a good girl Sabine, and good girls do what they are told, right?" Sabine didn't answer. "Reach down and pull that cunt of yours open Sabine." She closed her eyes and did it. Adams laughed again. "Do you know that you are so wet strings of juice connect your cunt lips together?" Sabine swallowed and whimpered. She was not used to this at all. It was humiliating to be talked about like this. And Adams did not seem to care. "OK, now get up and get your ass on the edge of the desk, legs spread." Sabine hesitantly did it and looked at Adams. He smirked at her. Then he unzipped and flopped his penis out. It was hard and veiny. Adams stepped up between her legs and slowly slid up inside her. Sabine gasped and looked down, seeing his pants pressed up against her pussy, the hot, hard bar of flesh stuffed inside her. "I'm not on birth control." "I know, you told me last night, and I don't really care. And you like it, don't you?" "I, ah, ah, I, ah, God, yes, yes, I like it." "Look down, Sabine." Sabine looked down again, seeing Adams pulling back, a thick bar of flesh easing out of her pussy, then pushing back up inside her. "Oh God, oh my God..." "What is that, Sabine?" "Y-y-your penis.." "No Sabine, it's my cock. Say it." "Y-your cock?" "Yes, and where is my cock?" "Ah, uh, in my pussy?" "No Sabine, my cock is in your cunt. Say it." "Y-y-your cock is in my cunt.." "And what is my cock doing in your cunt, Sabine?" "It's f-ffucking me.." "Good girl, it is fucking you. Do you want my cock to fuck you, fuck your tight, little cunt?" All the while Adams had been slowly withdrawing and pushing back up inside Sabine. She noticed how slick, glistening wet he was. She realized how wet her pussy was. How aroused she was. How she was totally naked, impaled on Adams, not protesting. He didn't have a condom on, he was bare, if he kept going he was going to cum inside her again, the second time in 12 hours. And she had no protection. "Yes, Mr. Adams, I want you to fuck me." "Well, there isn't enough time right now, Sabine. Your break is almost over. And you aren't going to get any exceptions from your break time. So, come over here." Adams pulled out of her, went behind his desk and sat down. Sabine followed him. "Bend over and clean me off, Sabine." She looked around for tissues or something. "No stupid, with your mouth and tongue." As noted before, Sabine was not a virgin, but she was very inexperienced. She had never done oral sex before. She had had sex twice, both times in the dark, not ever seeing a penis, she had touched one, wrapped her fingers around one, but never had seen one, just felt one. Now she was seeing an erect penis for the first time. Sabine tenatively bent over. Adams grasped a tit and squeezed. "Lick it at the base first, Sabine." Sabine hesitantly put out her tongue and lapped at it, it rubbed against her cheek as she licked it. She could taste herself. It wasn't too bad, she thought. She licked around it and began to work her way up the shaft, marveling at how hard it was, how hot it felt. "Good enough, now take it in your mouth and suck on it." All the while Adams was squeezing her tit, thumbing her erect nipple, arousing her more than ever. She lifted a bit and opened her mouth, lowering it down over the head and sucking on it. "Move your head up and down, fuck it with your mouth." And Sabine did. Nude, a tit being fondled, sucking Adams' cock. She did this for a bit and then... "I'll teach you how to be a good little cocksucker, Sabine. I'll teach you how to be a dirty little whore. Enough sucking. When lunch comes, come back here. As soon as you get in my office, strip, it won't take you long, since all you'll have on is your blouse and skirt. And then you can decide if I should fuck you or let you suck me off. If you want to be fucked, understand that I will cum inside you, Sabine. If you want to suck me off, I am going to cum in your mouth and you will swallow it. If you go for the fuck, understand that at some time you will be sucking me until I shoot in your mouth. You are going to be a dirty fucking whore for me for the rest of the summer. I am going to see you naked a lot, Sabine. I am going to spend a lot of time with my cock up your cunt. I am going to cum inside you a lot. You are going to suck me a lot. I am going to cum in your mouth. You will swallow cum. And maybe, just maybe, I am going to fuck you up the ass. Won't that be a lot of fun?" Sabine was looking at him, a sinking feeling in her stomach, thinking that something she had fantasized about, then acted on, might turn out to be a nightmare. Or it might be a lot of erotic fun. Except for the part about her ass. That she was definitely not sure about. Sabine looked at her underwear in the trash and sighed. She put on her blouse first, letting Adams still have a view of her pussy, at least for a while longer, then put on her skirt. It was short. Way too short for someone who didn't have panties on. Adams looked her up and down and chuckled. The blouse was white and her nipples and aeroles were plainly visible. "Look at your nipples, Sabine." Sabine looked down, moaned softly. She had most of the day to go, Adams would not let her go, she knew that. Making her stay at work when she looked like this would be something that he would enjoy. How was she going to face the others at work? She hurried to her workstation, hoping that no one would stop by. She tried to concentrate on work, but the lack of clothes, the fear that someone would stop by to see her and see what she looked like and the command to return to Adams office at noon was all she could think of. Sabine certainly couldn't keep her mind on work. Then it happened. Amy, one of the girls that Adams had threatened her with earlier walked up. She looked at Sabine and burst out laughing. "Did you get the $500?" Sabine turned red and said nothing. "You got naked for him for nothing?" Sabine still didn't say anything. Amy laughed again. "How much else did you do, dummy? Spread your legs for him? Let him feel you up?" "Oh, shut up Amy." "Sabine is just a little bitch, isn't she? Getting naked for him get you all hot and bothered? You should probably let him fuck you. I did him once years ago. Once. I was drunk. He had a nice dick. You'd like his dick, Sabine. Except for one thing, he won't use a condom." Any reached over and undid the top two buttons on Sabine's blouse. She looked at her again and giggled. "Show a little cleavage for him and he'll be pretty happy." Sabine did not tell her about what was going to happen over lunch, if she did it. She was starting to think that it might be a really bad idea. Even so, thinking about what Adams had told her she was supposed to do, it was arousing her just thinking about it. "Christ, Sabine, your nipples really stick out through that blouse. You should probably go home over lunch and change it for something thicker. Or put on a bra." Sabine couldn't tell her that her bra was in the trash in Adams' office. She just couldn't tell her that. Amy finally left her alone and Sabine struggled through work until the other girls got up for lunch. Mary was the one who stayed to answer the phones over lunch. Sabine sat for a bit to be sure everyone else was gone and then she got up and walked back to Adams' office. She walked in, closed the door, undid her blouse, slipped it off and dropped it on the floor. Then she undid and unzipped her skirt, pushed it down a bit and let it slide over her hips and down her legs, stepping out of it. Adams chuckled. Sabine walked, nude except for shoes, around his desk. She turned his chair to face her, knelt, reached out, unzipped his pants and reached into them. She could feel his penis hardening. She took it out and looked at it. Then she looked up at Adams. "If you want I'll suck it a bit and then if you want you can fuck me, Mr. Adams." He chuckled again. "You know that I won't wear a condom, right? That if I fuck you, I am cumming inside you?" "Yes, I know Mr. Adams. You can do what you want with me." Adams chuckled again and put his hand on the top of her head. "Well, get busy then Sabine. Time for you to get some more cocksucking practice." Adams pushed her head down and Sabine just opened her mouth and took the head of his penis in. She began to bob her head up and down while sucking. She kind of liked it. Eventually though, Adams pulled her off his penis and lifted her up.聽 "Ass on the edge of my desk, Sabine, legs wide open." Sabine kicked off her shoes so she was totally naked, lifted her ass up so she was sitting right on the edge of the desk, spread her legs as wide as she could and looked down. She watched Adams grasp his penis. "What is this Sabine?" "A penis." "No Sabine, it's a cock. Say it." "It's a cock." "I know that you are thinking that it is penis in your head, but you will start thinking that it is a cock instead and you will never say penis to me again, understand?" "Yes, Mr. Adams." "Where is my cock going Sabine?" "You're going to stick it in my, ah, ah God, in my cunt." "That's right Sabine. I'm going to stick my hard cock in your tight cunt and fuck you with it, until I cum right up inside your cunt. And I think I am going to cum quite a lot. So get ready to have cum running down your leg for the rest of the day." Adams then placed the tip at Sabine's hole and slowly pushed his cock right up inside her. Sabine moaned softly. It really felt good. And then Adams started pumping it in and out of her. And Sabine braced her arms so she could look down and see his cock sliding in and out of her. It fascinated her to watch that. Her breathing got faster, almost panting, and she kept staring at the cock that was impaling her. "Mr. Adams..." "Yes." "Grab my tits. Grab them and squeeze them while you fuck my cunt...please sir." Adams chuckled again and grabbed her tits roughly. Sabine watched him fuck her. He lasted longer than her boyfriend, the only other man who had fucked her before today, but not much longer. She could feel his cock getting stiffer inside her, then she felt it jerk and she knew that her unprotected cunt was getting pumped full of his cum. Adams shoved it into her as far as he could while he was cumming. When he finished he tilted her head up so Sabine was looking at him. "Time for some more cocksucking practice Sabine. And not only are you going to taste cunt, but you are going to taste cum too." Adams pulled out of her, sat down and pointed in front of him. Sabine got off the desk, feeling cum oozing out of her and knelt again. She lowered her head and opened her mouth. His softening cock went in her mouth and she began to suck and bob her head up and down. "Good girl." Sabine's Summer Ch. 03 Sabine was naked, on her knees behind Mr. Adams desk, sucking. She couldn't see what he was doing as her eyes were down but she could hear him. "Brad, are you here for the 1PM?' "Good, good. Why don't you come down to my office." Sabine lifted her head up and saw that Mr. Adams was on his cell phone. She felt her stomach sink. "Mr. Adams, no, please no." "Shut up Sabine. You let me rip your clothes off last night and you stripped this morning and just a bit ago. You as much as admitted to me that getting naked is a turn on for you. So another man seeing you bare ass should be just as arousing for you. Now just get on your hands and knees so he can't see you when he comes in and keep your mouth shut." Sabine did as she was told. Adams put his cock away, it was slick with spit and half hard. He leaned forward and looked towards Sabine's ass. "Move your knees further apart. I want your cunt in plain sight." Sabine moaned to herself, but she did move her knees further apart. In a couple of minutes there was a knock on the door. Sabine's stomach clenched because she knew what was going to happen. "Come in." Sabine heard the door open and maybe footsteps, she wasn't sure but she was awfully nervous and feeling humiliated. "What's with the skirt on the floor?" "Come over here and you'll see." Sabine heard footsteps now and hung her head down to try and keep her face out of sight. "Shit! Who is she?" "One of my employees. For the summer." "What do you have on her?" "Nothing really, she likes to be naked." "Don't bs me." "Tell him Sabine." "Ah, yes, I like, ah, to be, ah, naked." She heard the man behind her laughing. It made her even more embarrassed and humiliated. "Tell him why your cunt looks so wet, Sabine." "Ah God. It's, it's, God, it's cum." "You fucked her?" "Yeah, I did." "Sabine, tell him how many times you've been fucked." Sabine let out a soft moan. "Th-three." "So I was the third fuck you've ever had?" "Y-y-yes." "What did I tell you to do when you came in here at noon?" "Y-you told m-me to take off my clothes." "Did I have to threaten you in any way?" "N-n-no." "So you just walked in here and stripped?" "Y-y-yes." "Then what?" "Y-y-you had me s-s-suck you." "Had you ever sucked cock before?" "N-n-no." "And then what?" "Y-y-you fucked me." "If I asked you would you let Brad fuck you?" "I don't know." "How about if he just stuck it in you, would you tell him to stop?" "I don't know." "Well, it's getting close to the time that you have to go back to work Sabine, so why don't you turn around and let Brad see your face." Sabine moaned softly again, but she turned around, tits dangling below her chest and lifted her head up, looking at Brad. "Notice how stiff her nipples are, Brad. You don't even have to touch them and they get hard on her. Isn't that right Sabine?" "Yes." Sabine had sort of calmed down and was able to talk without stuttering now. "Brad, she has the tightest cunt I have ever had." Sabine's face turned bright red. "Stand up and let Brad have a good look at you, Sabine." She did, getting to her feet, her arms at her sides, not covering up at all. But she did not look at Brad, she stared off to the side. "Turn around Sabine and show Brad your nice, fat ass." Sabine moaned softly. But she did turn and let Brad see her ass. "Now Sabine, put your skirt on the chair in front of the desk, turn it to face Brad and sit on it." She did. "Good girl. Now, spread your legs." She did that also. "Good girl, now reach down, pull your cunt lips apart and show Brad your fuck hole." Sabine moaned softly, but she did as Adams told her. "That is a tight little cunt, Brad. Believe me. I've had my dick up it and know that for a fact. Why does your cunt look so wet Sabine?" "Because you came in me." "And because you were sloppy wet before I even fucked you, right?" "I was wet, yes." "Seen enough of the cunt, Brad?" "Not really but I will get to see again, won't I?" "Perhaps, Brad, perhaps. "Would you like to show Brad your body again, especially that tight cunt of yours Sabine?" "No sir, I would prefer not to." "We'll see Sabine. Now get dressed and get back to work." "Can I have something to clean up with?" "I don't have anything here, Sabine, but if you want to go to the bathroom you may, just leave your clothes here." Sabine just stared at him. "You can go bare ass or you can get dressed." Sabine put on her skirt and then her blouse and left Adams' office. "You are going to let me fuck her, right?" "Probably not, Brad. I think I pushed her far enough by inviting you in to see her naked. She was not too happy with me for that. But you will always have the memory of her bare ass and on her hands and knees, and then spread wide, pulling her cunt open for you." Sabine spent the afternoon, working on her duties and tried not to think of what had happened so far today. It was hard for her, because she could close her eyes and everything that she had done would be in her mind, just like a movie. Mr. Adams had got her really good, he had sensed what she would do, and took advantage of it. And she remembered that he was going to continue taking advantage of her. He had bluntly told her that already. But although it should have been a horrible thing, she found that she would get aroused when she thought of everthing. And that she wanted, in a perverse way, for things to continue on. Listening to Mr. Adams telling her to strip turned her on. Stripping in front of him turned her on. Sucking him turned her on. Sitting on the edge of his desk, watching him push his stiff cock inside her turned her on. Even his cumming inside was a turn on for her. But the most arousing thing for Sabine was that she would think to herself that she had no choice, that Mr. Adams had something on her and whatever he wanted she had to do or something really bad would happen to her or her family. Mentally she was thinking of eveything as blackmail for something she would do anything to keep what she had done to end up in this situation quiet. So as she worked and tried her best to concentrate her mind would wander and she pictured in it standing in front of Mr. Adams bare ass naked. It was hard to keep her mind on her job. Around a quarter to five Sabine was surprised by Mr. Adams walking up to her workstation. She was back in a corner and her privacy divider faced the other women. Adams walked around and looked at her. "Stand up." Sabine did. "Turn around." She did and Adams moved in between her and her work surface. He chuckled. "I want to see your ass crack, Sabine. Just keep still and be quiet and no one will know." With that Adams undid her skirt and pulled the zipper down. Then he pushed her skirt down further. It was tight over her hips and it was a struggle to move it. But it must have been enough because she felt a finger easing down her ass crack. Sabine groaned softly. "Your ass is nice and tight Sabine." His finger reached Sabine's anus and she jerked a bit. A soft moan leaked out of her mouth. "Shhhh Sabine. You don't want anyone coming back to check on you, do you?" Sabine shook her head no. His finger rubbed over her anus. She groaned softly again. His hand left her. "Turn around and sit down." She did and Adams tilted up her downcast face so she had to look at him. He smirked at her. The he reached forward and undid blouse buttons until her blouse was undone down to below her tits. Then Adams hands slipped into Sabine's blouse and grasped both of her tits. Gently squeezing them and rubbing her erect nipples. Sabine moaned softly. She began to get more aroused than she had been. Sabine reached her blouse with both hands and undid more buttons, then she pulled her blouse open so her tits, covered by Adams hands, were in the open. She leaned towards him. "Do you want me to strip? I'll do it if you want me to. I'll strip bare ass for you right here, right now. Why don't you tell me to do it Mr. Adams?" Adams just kept playing with her tits, smirking to himself. Then he let go of them and leaned back. Sabine was in her chair, basically bare from the waist up, tits and nipples showing. Sabine looked at him, a shy smile on her face. "If you tell me to I'll strip Mr. Adams." "No, not now Sabine. But I want you to stay late. Call me when the others leave." "Yes Sir." He left her and she pulled her blouse to cover herself, but did not button it. She tried to finish some of her work, but she was too distracted to really do anything. Finally it was 5PM and the other women shut down for the day and left. None of them paid any attention to Sabine. As soon as the last one left the cubicle area, Sabine called Adams. "They've all gone Mr. Adams. Do you want me to take off my clothes?" Adams chuckled. "I'll strip right now if you want me to." Adams chuckled again. "Just wait there Sabine." In about two minutes Mr. Adams was right there with Sabine. He grasped the opening of her blouse and pulled. Two buttons popped off. Adams pushed the blouse off Sabine's shoulders and down her arms. It slid off of her and floated to floor. Adams reached to her and grasped both of her tits. He squeezed them. Sabine moaned softly. He let go of them. Adams grasped the waistband of her skirt and pulled down. It slid slowly over her hips and then fell on the floor around her feet. "Step out of it." Sabine did. Adams bent over and picked up her blouse and skirt. All she had on was her shoes. "Wait here." Sabine watched him walk away with her clothes. She took off her shoes and put them under her work surface. Now she really had nothing on. And then she began to get nervous. She was naked, at work, had no clothes at all, since Mr. Adams had taken every stitch she had. What if someone came back here? What if one of the girls had forgotten something? What if one of the guys came back here for something? She'd get caught and she really didn't want anyone other than Mr. Adams to see her like this. The longer he was gone, the more nervous she got. Finally he returned. Sabine breathed a sigh of relief. Adams smirked at her. "Ass up on your desk." Sabine eased back and sat on the work surface, right at the edge. "Spread your legs." She did. Adams looked right down at her pussy. "Pull it open." Sabine reached down and with her fingers pulled her lips apart. She knew what she looked like down there, when she was younger she had used a mirror to look there. Adams reached into his pocket and took out a dildo, a life-like cock. And he eased it into her pussy. Sabine gasped. "Now run a finger up your crack until you feel a bump." Sabine did that. "That's your clit. If you rub it it'll feel good and you'll cum, orgasm. Have you ever had an orgasm?" Sabine shook her head no. She had never played with herself and her boyfriends had never done it enough to make her orgasm and never lasted long enough fucking her for her to orgasm. "Rub your bump, your clit, Sabine. I want to see you cum." Sabine began to rub and he was right, it felt good, really good. And while she was doing that, Adams was pushing the cock in and out of her hole with one hand and was fondling one of her tits with the other. God her nipples were so hard, so stiff, and they seemed to send a charge of electricity to her pussy. And her rubbing herself there, that was a bigger charge of electricity. Sabine couldn't stop from looking down, seeing the fake cock moving in and out, seeing her finger rubbing faster and faster. It did not take long before her hips were moving back and forth. She groaned, God it felt so good! Adams chuckled when her hips began to hump back and forth. And before Sabine knew it she was cumming. She let out a loud gasp, panting, and her lower body jerked back and forth. Mr. Adams chuckled again and shoved the dildo as far inside her as he could. Sabine jerked and twitched for what seemed like forever but couldn't have been too long. She was breathing hard like she had run a long ways and she felt so good down there. Adams reached into his pocket again and took a bottle of something. He set it next to her bare hip and made her look at him. "Sabine, remember that I said I was going to fuck your ass?" Sabine shuddered and nodded yes. "I'm going to do that when you have your period and maybe at other times also. Not because you are going to like it, although you might, but because I don't want to fuck you when you are bleeding. And your asshole is just another hole to be used, just like your cunt. So turn around and bend over. Then pull your ass cheeks apart. I want to be able to see that puckered hole of yours." Sabine nervously turned around She bent over and pulled her ass open. She felt something cold and wet on her anus. "What's that?" she whimpered. "It's called KY, Sabine, it's lubricant." Sabine felt a finger at her anus and it began rubbing all over it. Then it pushed on her anus and slowly slid inside it. More lubricant, the finger going in and out and twisting around. Sabine felt a second finger there, more cold and then two fingers were up her ass. They moved in and out of her, twisting. Mr. Adams did that for a long time. Sabine had moaned at the start of this, but as she got used to it, she quieted down. She felt his fingers come out of her. "I think that's good enough, keep your ass open." Then Sabine felt something else at her anus, pushing against her sphincter. And then it gave way, opened a bit and she gasped as it stretched wider and wider, it hurt, burned. More cold, then like it popped and whatever it was slid into her ass. She gasped loudly. "Hurts, it hurts." "You'll get used to it Sabine." More cold and the thing turned and twisted inside her. And he was sort of right, it did seem to be getting somewhat better. "What is that?" "It's the fake cock Sabine. Not as big as mine, but I got a smaller one to ease you up to it. We'll do this a few times to get you used to it before I stick my cock up your ass. And then I'll get to see if your ass is tighter than your cunt." By now Adams was pumping the fake cock in and out of Sabine, adding more lubricant and it wasn't burning anymore. But it felt awfully strange to her. "You can let go of your ass cheeks, lean on your forearms so your tits hang down and so I can feel them." And Sabine stood there, bent over, tits dangling while Mr. Adams pushed the fake cock in and out of her ass, feeling her tits and nipples Finally Adams stopped and pulled the thing out of her. "Pull your cheeks open." Sabine did and he laughed. "Your asshole is wide open Sabine. I wish you could see it." He laughed again. Sabine just felt used and humiliated. "Stand up and turn around." Sabine did and he handed the dildo to her. She took it without thinking. "Good girl. Go to the bathroom and wash it off and then come to my office." "Is anyone else here?" "I have no idea and I don't care. I won't bother me if someone sees you bare ass Sabine." And he walked away, leaving her nude, holding a dildo and getting nervous again as she thought of walking to bathroom without a stitch on, at work, even if it was after quitting time... 04

Saffron gets hit by a car by Vanessa Evans Part 02 I half woke up and was sure that I could hear Trisha’s voice. Opening my eyes I saw her at the foot of the bed looking up at me. “Hey,” I said, “What are you doing here?” “I’ve come to fuck your father, what do you think?” “Sorry Trisha, getting here wore me out.” “That’s okay Saffy, I see that you’ve started flashing your father already.” “No, no, I was just exercising my fingers and didn’t realise what the blanket was doing.” “Yeah right girl. I see that your using that old baby blanket, is that so that it will slide off you?” “I didn’t ask daddy to use it, he just did and that damned hospital, they’d lend me the wheelchair but they wouldn’t let me have one of those gowns, they said that they were in short supply.” “I think that your father wanted it to slide off you so that you could flash everyone including him. Here, let me help you do that.” Before I had a chance to tell her not to, the blanket was in her hands leaving me totally naked. “Trisha, that’s not funny.” “Come on Saffy, it isn’t like I haven’t seen you naked before. Remember that weekend at my house when we both slept naked and went down for breakfast still naked thinking that every one else had gone out and my brother was there.” “Yeah, it was funny and I still think that you set it up to let your brother see us naked but …” “It’s only me Saffy, I don’t mind seeing you naked. Hey, some of the guys from college want to visit you. I said that I’d take some photos of you so that they know what to expect, you don’t mind do you?” With that Trisha got her phone out and took some photos of me even though I was protesting and pleading with her to at least cover me with the blanket. “There, all sent. I bet the guys will like the one that I took from the bottom of the bed, and you’re all wet, what were you dreaming about girl, your father bringing you off?” “Trisha, stop it, did you really send those photos?” “Yep.” “Oh my gawd, what are they going to think, I’m finished, I’d better tell daddy to phone the college and tell them that I won’t be coming back.” “Oh, your college tutor wants to come and see you to give you some books to read so that you don’t get too far behind. When shall I tell him to come, or should that be cum after he’s looked at the photos.” “You didn’t?” “I did.” “Oh fuck.” “You won’t be doing that for a while but at a push he could get his knees between your arms and your body and fuck your mouth.” “Trisha, you’re such a slut.” “Says that naked girl who’s on display for all her neighbours to see.” “Shit, I never thought about them. I must get daddy to put some curtains or blinds up.” “And spoil your view, and theirs, don’t you dare girl, being in a dark box for 3 months will mean your next journey will be to the loony bin.” “So, seriously Saffy, how are you?” “Okay I guess, the journey here in the ambulance was a bit revealing. The blanket slid off and the passengers and driver got an eyeful.” “I bet that you enjoyed that, flashing and being able to blame it on something else. Hey, is that the chair? I’ll be able to take you for walks to the park or into town, stop you from going crazy in here.” “Nice idea, but not until I can get some clothes on. You’d think that someone would design some clothes for people with my problem.” “I’m glad that they haven’t, we’re going to have so much fun.” “Please no Trisha, I know what your version of fun is, do remember when you stole my bikini in the swimming pool?” “Yeah, that was fun.” “No it wasn’t, I was still in the pool at at the time and I didn’t even realise that you’d pulled the strings so that it slid off without me knowing.” “Yeah, it was so funny watching you try to cover your butt, pussy and tits with only your 2 hands.” “I’ve never forgiven you for that, I’ll get my revenge one day.” “Not when you are laying naked on that bed, I’m going to have so much fun with you, or should I say your body.” “Please cover me Trisha, daddy might come in.” “You’re not trying to tell me that your father hasn’t seen you like that are you?” “He has but …” “And you enjoyed him seeing you like that?” “No.” “I know you Saffy, tell the truth.” “Okay, okay, I liked it.” “And you liked me sending those photos.” “No, definitely not.” “Liar.” “Trisha!” “Okay, stay in denial, but remember Saffy, we’ve been best friends for what, 15 years?” “Is it that long? Jeez.” Just then daddy walked in. “Oh hi Trisha, how are you?” Thanks for coming to cheer-up Saffy, she was a bit down. Oh, your blanket has come off, let me put it back on you.” “It’s okay Mr. Peterson, Saffy prefers it like that, it keeps her dry between her legs.” “Trisha, stop it.” I said. “Yes it does get quite hot in here, we don’t want you getting all sweaty, that will mean more bed-baths.” “Pay a lot of attention between her legs Mr. Peterson, girls need to be very clean down there.” “Trisha, stop it.” “I imagine that they do, can I get either of you a drink?” “I’m fine thanks daddy.” “Could I have a juice please Mr. Peterson? And Saffy will have one as well please, we can’t have her getting dehydrated.” “Good point Trisha.” Daddy left and I begged Trisha to cover me. She ignored me. “No chance girl, your father is going to love seeing your tits and pussy and lusting after them.” “Please Trisha.” “Nope, you need to get used to being exposed, you know that you’ll enjoy it.” “I won’t.” “You won’t what Saffy?” Daddy said as he entered the room again with a glass of juice for Trisha and that damn baby cup for me. “Nothing daddy.” I said. “I’ll baby feed her if you like Mr. Peterson.” Trisha said. “Thanks Trisha.” “This is so much fun.” Trisha said when we were alone again and she was holding the cup to my mouth with one hand, the other caressing my tits with the other. “It might be for you.” “Oh it is, I can do whatever I like to you and you can’t do a damn thing to stop me. Wait until I start on your pussy. Oh no, I can’t, that’s your father’s territory, he’s going to get you off isn’t he?” “No, and I’m gonna kill you when I can walk again.” I said after Trisha had helped me to drink. She was kind and helpful as she helped me to drink, even if she was fondling my tits as she did so. We talked, sensibly, for about another 30 minutes then Trisha said that she had to go but she’d be back soon, with some of our college mates, boys and girls. I pleaded with her not to, at least not the boys, but I knew that I was wasting my time. I was also wasting my time when I kept asking her to put the blanket over me before she left. I relaxed for a while, thinking about Trisha and our banter. We’d been doing it for years and we knew that we loved each other even when we called each other tarts or sluts or lesbians or whatever. Even when we played practical jokes on each other. We had a lot of laughs and neither of us got hurt. When my brain stopped thinking about Trisha I looked outside. The sun was going down and I scanned the houses at the bottom of our garden. I couldn’t see anyone in the upstairs windows but I knew that 3 of the rooms were used by young men, I knew them, I used to go to school with them. I just hoped that they wouldn’t look over my way when they were in their rooms. A while later daddy came in. I saw him looking at my naked body but for some strange reason I didn’t ask him to cover me, maybe it was something that Trisha had said. “Tea time, I’ve made your favourite. Do you need to go to the toilet before you eat?” I really wanted to say no but I needed to go so I nodded my head. He got the bedpan from under the bed then lifted my butt up so that he could get the bedpan under me so I could go. At least he left me alone for a few minutes whilst I did what I had to do. Daddy came back and lifted me off the bedpan then he did his best to clean my butt and pussy with baby wipes before taking the mess out of the room. Two minutes later he was back with the cleaned bedpan. Then he went and got the food and slowly fed it to me. Fortunately we didn’t have an accident so he didn’t have to clean my chest. I knew that I had that ‘pleasure‘ to come. Next was cleaning my teeth for me and spitting out into a bowl. It’s bad enough having a nurse, female or male, doing those things for you in hospital but you will never know how humiliating it is for an 18 year old girl to have her father spoon feed her and take care of her bodily functions and personal hygiene, especially when you are naked. Daddy finally left me to try to regain some dignity but I knew that I’d have to go through it all again many times before I was on my feet. About an hour later I was feeling cold, the sun had gone down and the patio doors were still open. I moved my fingers and managed to press the doorbell. Daddy was beside me in seconds. “I’m getting a bit cold daddy.” “Oh sorry, I should have realised. I’ll close the doors.” He did then said, “Can I get you anything else?” I was going to ask him to cover me with the blanket, but when I opened my mouth the words said, “No thank you daddy, I’m fine.” Daddy looked up and down my naked body and said, “Well you’ve got the bell. Would you like me to read you a story?” “Daddy, I’m 18!” “Yes, sorry, would you like the television on?” “No thanks.” “I know, your phone.” “I haven’t got my phone, I’ve never seen it since that night.” “I’ve got it, the police gave it to me a couple of days ago. They’ve proved that you weren’t on it when the car hit you.” “But I can’t use it anyway.” “Maybe you can, blind people use mobile phones, voice control, and don’t most phones have voice control as well these days?” “Daddy you are brilliant, but how will I see the screen?” “I might just have a solution to that problem as well, leave it with me.” My mood improved, if daddy could get both things working I wouldn’t be as cut off from the world as I was. I fell asleep forgetting to ask daddy to cover me, or should I say attempting to ask daddy to cover me. I hadn’t a clue what would come out of my mouth when I opened it. Would I ever manage to ask daddy to cover me? My college mates were coming to see me, and horror of horrors, maybe even my tutor Mr, Reynolds. I had to find a way to control my mouth. I didn’t want to spend my days exposed to the world, I was so glad that I was out of hospital and the male nurses looking at me, and I could get really annoyed at Trisha if she wasn’t my best friend. As for daddy seeing me, at least he was family and I loved him. I just accepted that I would have to live with it for a few months. ****** I woke feeling chilly and needing a pee. I waited as long as I could then pressed the doorbell button. Daddy appeared wearing just his boxers and I apologised for waking him then told him that I needed a pee. “Sorry, I forgot to cover you last night.” “That’s okay, I didn’t miss it.” Technically I didn’t because I was asleep but I would have much preferred to have been covered. “I’ll take it away then if you don’t need it.” “I, I, I need to pee quickly daddy.” My mouth let me down again and it looked like I was going to be naked for 3 months. At that time I didn’t think about my pending visitors. Daddy put the bedpan under me and I started peeing just as soon as it was in place. The noise my pee was making was both deafening and embarrassing but I couldn’t stop. Daddy just ignored it and when I was done he removed the bedpan and got the wipes out. “Pussy dry.” daddy said, “Well now that I’m up I might as well give you your bed-bath.” I was speechless. I knew that it would happen sometime but it was a shock when daddy said it. A couple of minutes daddy was back still in his boxers and carrying a bowl of warm water, a wash cloth and soap. Daddy started with my face and neck, and I have to say that he was more gentle than the nurses. He was more gentle and thorough on my chest and torso as well, paying a lot of attention to my little tits and nipples, probably because they went rock hard and I couldn’t stop myself from moaning a little. I looked at daddy’s face as he washed then dried my tits and he looked to be enjoying doing it. I wasn’t impressed with the fact that I was enjoying it as well. I was nervous and excited as I watched daddy put soap on the washcloth to wash my vulva and what it was partially hiding. My pussy was getting wet but that didn’t worry me because my juices would soon be mixed with the soapy water. I gasped when the warm wash cloth met my pussy, “Sorry Saffy, was it too warm or cold for such a delicate area?” “No, no daddy, it was just a surprise.” “Sorry.” “That’s okay, You need to wash in between all the folds daddy. Use you fingers to pull them to one side.” As soon as I’d said that I cursed myself, and then moaned. “Oh daddy,” I said, “that’s s nice.” “I know Saffy, do you want me to keep going” “Oh yes, please, make me cum.” Again, as soon as I’d said that I cursed my mouth, but it was too late, daddy was about to make me cum. And did I cum; I’m a normal healthy (well that part of me) girl with needs, and I hadn’t satisfied those need for over a week. It all came out of me, daddy making me cum like the doctor had when I went to get put on the pill, all clinical like, like he was just doing another job like cooking or making the bed. As daddy was rubbing my clit I so wanted to push up to make the rubbing harder but my injuries and casts wouldn’t let me so I had to settle for clenching and releasing my vaginal muscles. My euphoria was short lived when I came to my senses. My daddy had just made me cum and it was all wrong. I should have stopped him, but I hadn’t, and I had enjoyed it. Was Trisha right, I did enjoy it even if I felt a bit guilty. Daddy was still washing my pussy and he turned his head and said, ”I know you young women have needs and you shouldn’t be embarrassed to let me satisfy those needs. I’m sure that you’ll heal faster if you’re happy.” “Thank you daddy, I’m sure that it will help.” “I don’t seem to be able to get you’re err, pussy dry.” Daddy said, “every time I think that I’ve done it it gets wet again, I don’t know where the water is coming from.” “Don’t worry about it daddy, I often have that problem. It’s exposed to the air so it will dry on its own.” What was I saying? That pussy of mine is crazy, did it have a direct link to my mouth? Then daddy moved down to my anus and I gasped again. “Got to keep you clean there as well Saffy.” I stayed silent, not letting my mouth make things worse than they already were. Thankfully daddy finished ‘down there’ then went to change the water. When he got back he explained that he had to get me sat up as much as I could so that he could wash my back. That involved my arms and legs moving a bit and it hurt. Fortunately daddy go most of my back done before I had to stop him and get him to put me back on my back. I sighed and relaxed, my emotions were all over the place, What the hell had I / we just done? He was my daddy, I was his daughter, it was wrong, but it was nice. Should I listen to Trisha and get daddy to do it every day. I was confused and needed to change the subject so that my brain could work on the problem in the background. I looked out of the patio doors, and saw the sun rising over the house at the bottom of the garden. I could also see Mike, one of the young men who lived in one of the houses at the bottom of the garden. He was in his bedroom and he appeared to be naked. I hoped that he didn’t look over my way, but my pussy was getting wetter. I even considered asking daddy if he had any binoculars that I could borrow then remembered that I couldn’t hold them. I smiled as I wondered if Mike had any binoculars. Was Trisha right, did I want people to see me naked. I hadn’t asked daddy to get the blanket for me so maybe I wanted to be seen. Maybe I was an exhibitionist. My thought were disturbed by daddy bringing breakfast in, As he was feeding me he said, “When I was washing you I discovered that your pubis has stubble on it. I’ll bring the shaving kit down after breakfast.” “Oh fuck,” I thought, “I’m going to cum again.” I did cum again as daddy shaved my pussy. He was shaving the sides of my vulva and he was pulling my inner labia out of the way the same as the woman did when I wend for a Brazilian, when it hit me. “My, my Saffy, you do have a lot of built-up tension. I can help you with that anytime that you want. Just ask, we can’t have you all tensed up, it’s not good for your recovery.” I was surprised that he didn’t say anything about how wet I was, but there again my pussy was covered in shaving cream. My humiliation wasn’t over but at least it was reduced a lot as daddy cleaned my teeth for me. At least I have an electric toothbrush at home. “Daddy, I need to take my birth control pill.” I said when my teeth were done. “Are you thinking of inviting your boyfriend over and letting him fuck you Saffy?” “No daddy, I haven’t got a boyfriend, and you know why I’m on the pill, we talked about it and you went to the doctors with me when he prescribed them.” “Yes, I’m just joking, I remember that doctor’s visit. It was embarrassing for me listening to the doctor examine you and check that your responses to stimulation were normal.” “Yes daddy, that was embarrassing.” “But your periods were far less painful and more regular after that so it was worth while.” “Yes daddy.” “Okay Saffy, where do you keep them?” I told him, and from then on he fed a pill to me each morning with my breakfast at the same time as I took the painkillers that the hospital gave me. Daddy opened both French doors telling me that the fresh air would do me good then he left me. I reflected on what had happened in the last hour but my brain still couldn’t make and sense of it. I got distracted when I saw Mike again. He was stood in front of his window still looking as if he was naked. I watched him put some boxers on then he turned and looked out towards me. My heart skipped a beat and my pussy tingled as I thought that he had seen me. He was certainly looking my way. He stared for a minute or so then waved his hand. OMG, he had seen me, the naked me. I felt my pussy get wet. Mike turned and continued getting dressed. I guessed that he was getting ready to go to college. About an hour later daddy came into my room all excited. “I’ve got one.” “One what?” “An app called something like ‘Hands Free Phone’, and it works, try it.” Daddy put my phone between my breasts and I said, “Text daddy.” “Please speak your message.” My phone answered. “Hello daddy.” After a pause my phone said, “Please say ‘End message’ or ‘continue’.” “End message”. “End message, sending.” A few seconds later we heard daddy’s phone buzz. “Can I send another text please daddy?” “Of course Saffy.” “Text Trish.” “Text Trish.” “Text Trisha.” “Please speak your message.” My phone answered. “Trisha, are you coming to visit me after college?” “End message.” “Message sent.” There was a short pause then my phone said, “New message from Trisha, shall I read it to you?” “Yes please.” “Try and stop me, I want to tickle your naked bod.” “End of message.” I blushed but daddy just ignored it, picked up my phone which has slid down to my pubes and said, “Now for part 2. I’ll experiment on the TV in my bedroom then set it up on the TV down here. Ring the bell if you want me.” With that he was gone and I was left alone, but happier. Daddy was a bit frustrated when he brought me some lunch, and when he was spoon feeding me he looked down at my bald pussy and said, “Are you really okay like that, anyone could come and see you.” My mouth let my brain down again, I wanted to say, “No, can you get me the blanket please.” But what came out of my mouth was, “I’m fine thanks daddy, it’s healthier like this.” I cursed myself and got on with my lunch. Mid afternoon daddy was back. He turned to the television on in front of me, I’d been watching daytime TV. I was glad that he came in and immediately asked him to switch it off. “No, no Saffy, watch this.” He did something at the back of the television then picked up my phone and said, “Say Cast phone to TV.” I did and my phone replied. “Which TV?” Daddy whispered and I said, “Dining Room.” My phone’s display appeared on the television. “I love you daddy.” I said. “Just one more minor problem Saffy.” “What?” “I’ve got to find a way of keeping your phone on your chest, we don’t want it sliding down and going between your legs, I don’t know if it’s waterproof.” I kept my mouth shut and daddy disappeared with my phone again. Two minutes later he was back with a loop of string stuck to the back of my phone. He hung it round my neck and said, “Job done. Now you can get back into the electronic world that you young people live in.” I smiled and said, “Thank you daddy.” He smiled back and left and I said, “Open Facebook.” Daddy left me to master my new way of using social media and catching up on everything that I’d missed. Before I knew it Trisha was coming in through the French Door. “Hey slut, how are you doing?” Trisha said. “Not too bad bitch.” I replied. It was then that I saw that she wasn’t alone, she’d brought a girl and a boy from college. “Aaron get out,” I said, “wait until I can get covered.” “You stay where you are Aaron.” Trisha said. “Aaron’s got the photos of you so it’s nothing new, and besides, there’s nothing here to cover you, and you like people seeing your traffic cones and bald pussy don’t you Saffy.” “No I don’t, cover your eyes Aaron.” “Saffy, stop being so melodramatic, it’s only a human body. I’m sure that Aaron has seen a naked girl before.” “I hate you Trisha.” “And I hate you too Saffy, now tell these nice people exactly what happened to you and how you are now, and then thank me for bringing them.” “Grrrrr. Okay, I’ll murder you later Trisha.” “That’s my girl.” I started telling my story to Aaron and Liz who were very sympathetic, and as I talked I kept looking at their eyes. Liz’s mostly were aimed at my face but I did see her looking down my body occasionally. Aaron on the other hand was the complete opposite, his eyes rarely found my face. I didn’t blame him, if the roles were reversed I’d probably be looking at his cock all the time. As I was thinking that I started to realise that my body was letting me down again. I didn’t want to get aroused but I could feel my pussy tingling and getting very wet. And as for my nipples, well, it was a good job that I wasn’t wearing a top because they would have bored 2 holes in it by then. We had a good chat about college and other things and at one point daddy came in as was surprised to see that I had company. I saw him look at my naked body as he asked me if I wanted anything, then he left. Trisha used that as a reason to start winding me up again. “You know that Mr. Peterson takes care of her every need don’t you, and I mean everything, even her sexual needs.” “No he doesn’t.” I protested. “Yes he does, look at the smooth pussy, who do you think got it that smooth, it certainly wasn’t Saffy, and a man can’t shave a pussy without satisfying that pussy, if you know what I mean.” “Is that right Saffy?” Aaron asked. “No.” I lied, and Trisha knew it, she knows me too well, “And she got her father to put her bed here and to take the blanket away just so that she can flash Mike and Ian and Roger, that’s there houses at the bottom of the garden.” “No I didn’t.” “That’s not what Mike was telling everyone at lunch break, he said that he waved to you this morning and you smiled back.” “No I didn’t.” “Don’t listen to her guys, she’s only grumpy because she’s been found out. Hey Saffy, do you want me to tell Mike, Ian and Roger to come round so that they can get a proper look at you instead of from the gallery? It will stop them needing to borrow some binoculars?” “Don’t you dare, it’s bad enough them being able to see me from their houses.” “You love it really Saffy, you’re just a natural exhibitionist, that’s why your bed is here and you’re naked. I bet that it was your choice not to be covered, just so that you can show yourself to everyone.” “No, none of that is true.” “Then why are your nipples so hard and your pussy is dripping? And look at your tits Saffy,” Trisha turned her head to Liz and Aaron and continued, “You know, I might just bring some orange and some white florescent paint and paint some circles round each of her tits and then put a cherry on her nipples, make her easier to be seen from the boys in the houses at the bottom of the garden. What’s their names, oh yes, I remember, Ian Mike and Roger, you’d like that wouldn’t you Saffy. “No.” “What do you think Aaron, would she make great traffic cones?” “Hell yeah.” Aaron replied. As Trisha was saying that her hand went to my right tit and gave it a wobble. Then she said, “Ouch, I think that I’ve cut my hand on your nipple because it’s so hard. Hey guys, you have a go, see if your hand gets cut.” “Noooo. Stop it Trisha, you just wait until I can get on my feet again.” But it was too late, both Aaron and Liz each put a hand on a tit and gave them a wobble. “Check her pussy guys, am I right or am I right.” “Noooo.” But it was too late again, both Aaron and Liz each put a hand on my pussy and Aaron bent his finger and entered me. I moaned. “No don’t.” I pleaded. “Go on guys, make her cum, she wants you to.” I didn’t tell them to stop, but I did see Trisha taking some photos. One of the 2 hands was finger fucking me and the other was rubbing my clit. Needless to say that I came pretty quick. “See, I told you that she was a natural exhibitionist as well as a slut. What normal girl would ask her college mates do that to her?” “I didn’t.” “That’s not what I heard Saffy. Come on, tell me that you didn’t want or need that?” I stayed silent, I did and didn’t want that but I certainly needed that. Trisha has this way of winding me up sexually. Many is the time that I’ve left her house and had to get myself off as soon as possible, not because I fancy her, because she just taps into the part of my brain that controls my pussy, well try to. Shortly after that daddy appeared and asked if anyone would like a drink. We all said not but Trisha said that I should have one to keep hydrated. When daddy brought me the baby cup Trisha thanked him and he left. Trisha helped me drink whilst the other 2 watched. “So when can we take you for a spin in that chair?” Trisha asked. “Maybe next weekend, the doctor said 10 days.” “Great, I can’t wait to zoom round town with you naked and your legs spread wide.” “Why ARE your legs spread wide Saffy?” Aaron asked. “I told you, she a natural exhibitionist.” “No I’m not, the doctor said that I have to keep them like that, something to do with them healing in the right place.” “That’s what she tells us but we all know the truth don’t we guys?” “It’s true, do you think that I want to be on here like this? I’m a young woman and young women just don’t go letting everyone see their pussies.” “Unless their name is Saffron Peterson.” “I give up with you Trisha. Liz, did Mr. Reynolds really say that he was going to come and see me? I don’t want him here Trisha.” “Yes he did Saffy, he was looking at a photo of you when he said it.” “Oh fuck, I can’t let him see me like this, I don’t want anyone to see me like this.” “Yet you invited the whole class to come and see you and I’m bringing my boyfriend tomorrow. He can take care of your needs while I video you.” “Stop it Trisha, I didn’t invite them, you did.” Trisha saw the annoyance in my face and said, “Sorry Saffy, I just can’t help myself, I do love you.” “I know you do Trisha and it’s great you coming to see me, and bringing our mates, it’s so boring just laying here.” “We’ll keep coming to see you as well Saffy, I’d hate to be in your position.” Liz said. “Thanks guys, I really do appreciate it.” We had a sensible talk for a while then Liz and Aaron said that they had to leave. Trisha stayed for a while and at one point she asked me if I wanted her to ask my dad for the blanket. “No, don’t you dare tell anyone, but it’s actually quite nice laying here naked, apart from the casts that is, and I do like men / boys looking at me, it sort of empowers me. Maybe you should try it.” “See I told you so, you are an exhibitionist.” “Trisha, please don’t start again, and promise me that you won’t tell anyone what I just said.” “I promise Saffy.” She sounded sincere but it wouldn’t be the first time that she’s promised not to tell, then told. I just hoped that this wouldn’t be one of those times. “I can see that you’re tired Saffy, I’ll go and come back tomorrow.” “Thanks Trisha, love you.” Daddy came to see me shortly after Trisha left and told me that I shouldn’t do too much to start with, that I had to take things slow. Then he told me that tea would be ready in 15. “Thank you daddy, and sorry but I need a pee.” “Don’t be sorry sweetheart we all need to pee. Come on, I’ll lift you on the bedpan.” Peeing into a stainless steel bedpan can be a very noisy and embarrassing thing and I had a red face when daddy lifted me off it. When he wiped me with a tissue he said, “Those damn bedpans have quite a bit of bounce back.” I didn’t tell him that it was my juices not pee. The rest of the night was quite boring. I spent most of it on social media or watching the TV. Daddy had left the remote near my fingers and rigged up a way whereby I can turn a bedside light on and off with a cable to a switch near my fingers. The only highlight was that I saw Roger in his bedroom and after his light had gone out I was sure that he was looking my way, and I still had my light on. I had a naughty thought of inviting the 3 of them over to let them have a good look at me like Trisha had said. ****** Another embarrassing morning of daddy feeding me, taking care of my toilet needs, washing me, shaving me and cleaning my teeth. I moaned when he cleaned my pussy and when he looked at my face questioningly I nodded my head and he rubbed my clit to an orgasm without us saying even one word. I wondered if that would be a daily event. I hoped so. It was a Saturday and Trisha was round by late morning, and she brought her boyfriend. Another man to stare at my tits and pussy but I have to say that by then I was sort of getting used to it and didn’t get anywhere near as embarrassed. “See Tom, I told you that she has traffic cone tits.” Were the first words that Trisha said. “Well and good morning to you too Trisha.” I said, “Hi Tom, sorry about my lack of clothes, Trisha took the only covering that I had and convinced my father that I didn’t need any.” “That’s okay Saffron. Apart from those lumps of plaster you look good, much better than I expected after what happened, and after Trisha you have the best body that I have ever seen. I can try to find something to cover you if you like, although I prefer you as you are.” I wasn’t quite sure if Tom was complementing my naked body or if he was saying that apart from my limbs, I was looking healthy. “Did the police catch the bastard who did that?” Tom asked. “Yes they did, I think that he’s out on bail. The bloody police were trying to say that it was my fault because I was using my phone at the time but their tech guys proved that I wasn’t.” “It wasn’t a copper driving was it?” “I don’t know but I want to go to the court to see him, show him what he’s done to me.” “Even if your still naked Saffy?” Trisha asked. “Trust you to think of that Trisha.” “Hey Tom, next weekend you and me are taking Saffy for a walk in that chair.” “Good, getting out will do you good Saffy.” “You will make sure that I’m covered won’t you Tom?” “Of course I will.” “Saffy’s clothing is my job Tom, you just enjoy the view.” “Hey, don’t I get any say in this?” I asked. “Nope, Tom will be pushing you around the park totally naked.” “Very funny Trish, you’ll get locked up. They won’t lock me up because they’ll be able to see that I couldn’t do anything about it.” “Except that I would tell them that you were blackmailing me into taking you out naked.” “Bloody hell Trish, you’ve got a devious mind.” “I know, and that’s why you are my BFF Saffy, you like the little tricks that I play on you.” “Does she do this to you Tom? I mean blackmail you to going naked somewhere?” “No, I’m still working on a way of getting her naked on public somehow?” “Well if she keeps going on at me like this I’ll break her legs when I get better then we can take her out in public all naked.” “No chance girl. Hey, I brought some permanent marker pens with me, I’m going to write on your plasters.” “Please don’t write anything rude Trisha.” “Well see. Is ‘Traffic Cone Tits’ rude?” “No please don’t Trisha.” I knew that I shouldn’t have asked her not to it because whenever I did that she just did it anyway, and she did. Right up my left leg. “Jeez Trisha, what are people going to think?” “That you’ve got tits like traffic cones then they’ll stare at your tits imagining you on your back on the road. Hey Saffy, before I came here I went into town and to that theatrical shop.” “I daren’t ask.” I replied. “Yep, orange and white, I couldn’t get and fluorescent white so ordinary white will have to do. You do the white rings Tom and I’ll do the orange rings.” “No, please don’t guys, my father will get upset.” “No he won’t, he’ll find it funny just like everyone else who comes and sees you.” There was absolutely nothing that I could do as Trisha and Tom painted orange and white circles round both my tits, but it did feel sort of nice as they did it, I could feel my pussy tingling and my nipple got really hard. Trisha said that they should have brought a couple of cherries to put on my nipples. Tom asked Trisha if she had any small amber lights that they could stick on my nipples. They were just putting the paints away when daddy came in with my lunch and saw my tits. “Oh wow, that’s quite funny, they do look a bit like traffic cones and that body paint just makes you stare at them. How easy is it to get that paint off?” “I’d leave it on for a few days Mr. Peterson, that’s a delicate part of her body and you don’t want to have to scrub it.” “Good point, I’ll wash around them for a few days.” “Would you like us to feed her Mr. Peterson.” “Would you, that would be so helpful, thank you. I see the marker pens have come out, don’t write anything too rude will you?” “No Mr. Peterson.” Trisha and Tom were left with the tray and things got a little serious as they fed me but things got more embarrassing a few minutes later when 2 boys from my class at college appeared at the French doors. “Hi Saffron,” they both said as they looked up between my legs. “Hi Jack, Alfie, come on in, have a good perv at my body, everyone else is.” “Now now Saffy,” Trisha said, “that’s no way to talk to Jack and Alfie after they’ve come here to see how you are.” “You mean to stare at my naked body after you sent them the photos of me.” I thought, but said, “Sorry guys, being like this gets to me at times.” “I can believe that,” Jack said, “especially with these 2 jokers taking care of you. I bet that it was one of these 2 that stripped you, took the photos, and did that paint job on your nice tits.” “That would be me.” Saffy said, “but Saffy told me to do it.” “No I didn’t.” “Come on Saffy, you can admit it, no judging.” “Here we go again,” I said, “I’m not even to going to argue with you Trisha,” “That’d because I’m right, you are an exhibitionist.” “Grrrrrr.” I was silent for a while then I stupidly said, “So you like my tits Jack?” Everyone turned and looked at me and I blushed, regretting what I’d said. “Yes,” Jack said, “of course I do, what man wouldn’t?” I felt a little relieved that Jack had diffused the situation. And I looked at him and smiled. He blushed but Trisha saw an opportunity, “So you fancy Jack do you Saffy?” “I didn’t say that Trisha.” “But you like Jack looking at your tits.” “I didn’t say that Trisha. Can you all just go so that I can have a rest.” “You don’t mean that Saffy, you’re just all tensed up, You just need some relief.” With that Trisha put her hand on my pussy and started rubbing my clit. “Trisha stop, you can’t do that.” “Because I’m a girl, I know, guys, which of you would like to bring Saffy off?” “Nooooooooo.” “Ignore her, she’s just too shy to ask you, Did you know that her father gets her off each morning when he shaves her? Come on guys, if no one volunteers I will have to pick one of you.” None of the guys volunteered so Trisha volunteered Tom, telling him to do as good a job as he does with her. Tom’s hand moved to my pussy and a few minutes later I was cumming right in front of my best friend, her boyfriend and 2 boys from college. I hated myself but what could I do? Next it was out with the marker pen and Trisha telling Jack and Alfie to write something on my casts. Alfie wasn’t very creative and just signed his name, but Jack embarrassed me, Instead of writing on one of the casts I could feel him writing on my lower stomach. “Hey, stop that, it’s a permanent marker.” I said, but Jack kept writing. “What does it say? I asked. At first no one would say, only laugh, but then Trisha said, “I like that Jack.” Trisha said. “What does it say? I again asked. “PLEASE RUB MY BUTTON.” Tom said, trying to control his laughter. Then Trisha grabbed the pen and added an arrow pointing down to my pussy at each end of the words. Then she got her phone out and took a photo. As soon as I saw it I said, “Bastard. That’s permanent ink, it will be there for days.” “That’s to remind your father to jill you off each morning.” “He does not.” I lied, then when I saw the Trisha was still tapping on her phone I added, “Don’t you dare send that to anyone,” “Too late.” Trisha replied and Tom’s Jack’s and Alfie’s phones all pinged. “Fuck.” I said looking all heartbroken. “Now I do think that Saffy is knackered, let’s go girls and boys, let her rest for a while.” They did, and I was grateful for the peace and quiet. Daddy had often told me that doing nothing was tiring and I’d never really believed him, until now that is. Anyway, the silence got to me and I dozed off. I was woken by the sound of something hitting one of the French doors. I looked out and saw a football rolling across the lawn. I stared at it for a few seconds as it rolled into the tall flowers and bushes that daddy grows down one side of the garden. I was thinking, “Well I can’t throw that back.” I knew that it had come from the house at the bottom of the garden because it had happened before, a few times, so I forgot it and said, “Text Trisha.” I was rewarded with, “Please speak your message.” “Sorry that I was so grumpy, please keep visiting me. End message.” A minute or so later I was listening to her reply, “Try and stop me, it’s so much fun teasing you. Did you like Tom making you cum, he’s good isn’t he? Can’t wait to get the other boys from college to diddle you. See you tomorrow. Love T. End of message.” Next we had one of our name calling sessions by text. “Bitch.” “Slut.” “Whore.” “Skank.” Trisha ended the conversation with, “Exhibitionist.” That was the first time that that word had been used in out name calling game and I stopped and thought about it. After a minute or so I started to think that she was right. For all my protests I had actually enjoyed what she, and the others, were doing to me. My thoughts got interrupted when I heard a noise outside. I looked out and saw Mike, Ian and Roger, the boys from the 3 houses at the bottom of my garden. I say boys, but they’re about the same age as me but no where near as mature. “Can we have our ball back please?” Roger asked. “Well I don’t know boys, yes of course you can.” “So how come you’re naked?” Ian asked. “That’s a long story.” “And how come your tits are orange and white?” “That’s the strange sense of humour of my friend.” “So how do you get washed and err other things?” “My dad looks after me.” There was a short silence which I broke. “Guys, I’m going to be here like this for quite a few weeks so don’t you go getting any ideas about spying on me will you?” “No Saffron.” “Go on, get your ball.” The 3 of then turned and went in the direction of the bushes which was out of my sight, but not out of the range of my hearing. I heard, “See, I told you that she was naked.” “Yeah. I could see right into her hole.” “I thought that she was 18, she doesn’t look 18” “I wish that I’d painted her tits?” “What was written on her stomach?” “Please rub my button.” “I’d like to do that and make her cum.” “Me too.” “Me too.” “Have you got any binoculars Mike?” “My dad has.” “Will he let you borrow them?” “Yes if I tell him why I want to borrow them.” “Will you tell him the truth?” “Yeah, I’m sure that he’ll want to look at her as well.” “I’m going to borrow my dad’s camera, it’s got a telephoto lens.” “Can I have copies of the photos Roger?” “There’s the bloody ball.” Ten seconds later the trio were back at the French doors and Roger said, “Got it thanks Saffron.” “Have a nice day guys, and remember, no spying.” “Yeah right.” I heard as they disappeared out of my line of vision. I knew exactly what they would be doing quite soon, and for some strange reason it didn’t worry me, in fact I felt my pussy tingle for a while. Daddy later fed me and cleaned my teeth and I saw him smiling every time that he looked at my orange and white tits. “You think that that’s funny don’t you daddy?” “You’ve got to admit that they do look quite cute, with or without the paint.” “You think so? They’re not like the ones that I see on the girls in the showers.” “Well I think that they are nice. A lot cuter that your mother’s were.” “Thank you daddy.” Again I wasn’t embarrassed about talking about my tits with daddy, nor the fact that he was openly looking at them. Maybe Trisha was right. As daddy was cleaning my teeth his arm gently brushed one of my nipples and I couldn’t stop myself letting out a little moan. “Sorry Saffy, that was an accident.” “I know daddy, but it felt nice.” “I see that one of your friends had been writing on your tummy instead of your casts.” “Yes daddy, I couldn’t stop him.” “And is that what you wanted him to do to you or did he do it then write that.” “He just wrote it, I told him that he couldn’t do that to me.” “Well you know that I can get rid of your frustration and stress any time that you want Saffy, it doesn’t just have to be on a morning. Remember, a stress free girl is a happy girl and happy girls heal faster.” “Thanks daddy, would you please?” “Now?” “Yes please.” I watched daddy’s hand slide down from my chest to my pussy and start rubbing. As he started something outside caught my eye and I looked and saw Mike in his bedroom watching, and he had some binoculars and Roger was stood beside him. “Oh gawd.” I thought, and the tingling got a lot stronger. I moaned a couple of times then said, “That’s so nice daddy, can you put your fingers inside me please.” Daddy’s other hand moved in and soon I was getting the pleasure of being finger fucked and having my clit rubbed by my own father, and I was in heaven. As the waves hit their peak I felt my back arch up as I ignored the pain from my limbs, then I sighed and relaxed down. “That was sooo nice daddy, thank you, I really needed that. “Anytime sweetheart, anytime.” “Don’t say that daddy, even though it’s wrong I might just take you up on that offer.” “You can Saffy, in fact it might be an idea to do it twice a day until you can do it yourself, morning and evening. That way you should be more relaxed and heal quicker.” “If you do that to me twice a day I might say that I’ll never get better.” “Saffy, I’m only doing it to you to help you get better, no other reason, okay?.” “Daddy, you need a girlfriend.” “I’ve got you to look after sweetheart, keeping you happy is enough for me.” “But you need to have proper sex, it must have been years for you.” “As I said I’ve got you.” “But you can’t fuck me, well not until I get these damned casts off.” “Like that’s ever going to happen you’re my daughter and that’s wrong.” “Wow, I guess that I did just say that didn’t I, ………… and you can.” “Saffy!” “Okay, okay., you’re not going to fuck me.” “No I am not. Making you have an orgasm is bad enough, even if it is for medical reasons.” Had I really just said that I wanted my daddy to fuck me, Jeez, I had, and my pussy was gushing at the thought. What would Trisha say? The rest of the evening was spent on my phone or watching the TV. ******

Sabrina the Substitute Teacher By Ewong Sabrina the Substitute Teacher in Wood Shop After Sabrina’s embarrassing assignment of washing a statue of her naked figure, she was so humiliated that she wanted to quit her job and find another school that would welcome her experience. However, she realized only Jessica knew for certain that the statue was of her, but she couldn’t trust the girl not to tell her friends and classmates. So, she made it her sole purpose to make sure Jessica wouldn’t tell another living soul the truth about that infernal statue. She was sure that the whole of the student body, as well as their parents, would be ogling the statue and comparing its solid bronze attributes to the soft flesh she was covering.  She marched inside the building to ask for a room assignment from Mr. Head, and he was elated at her attitude, remarking that he wished more substitute teachers were like her. She welcomed the flattery, but asked if he actually had any jobs for her. “Oh, yes. Mr. Barnables, the wood shop teacher, had to leave suddenly when his arthritic hip acted up and he couldn’t stand up and help the students with their projects. I think Jessica is in that class, and should help you should you need it.” “Oh, thank you, Rick. I’ll do my best to make sure they’re safely working on their projects!” Sabrina grabbed the key from Mr. Head’s open palm and darted toward the wood workshop. At this point, it should be known that Jessica has been talking about Sabrina’s “mishaps” along with the students from those classes to corroborate. As such, a large portion of the student body knows that she has a difficult time keeping her clothes on around Jessica. So, when Jessica made sure Mr. Barnables went home sick today (Salmonella really works quick!), she told everyone that Sabrina would be gracing their room with her presence.  Wearing a light sundress, she entered the workshop as if she knew what she was doing. She got to what she thought was her desk, but stepped away when she saw the circular blade sticking out of it. “Careful, Teach! Wouldn’t want nothing messing up that pretty face of yours!” Jessica teased. The room erupted in laughter, half for the joke, but also the flimsy allusion to the statue. Sabrina cleared her throat and began her introduction. “Now, I know you all have your assignments, so I’ll let you have at them. I’m afraid I can only assist you for safety precautions as I have no idea how these machines work.” Jessica smiled inwardly at Sabrina’s admission. She was going to have a LOT of fun! As the students went about their projects, Sabrina tried to keep a watchful eye on her pupils, making sure they wore eye protection and weren’t being careless around the sharp tools. “Teach, could you come here for a sec?” Jessica called. Sabrina trudged over to her problem student and tried to figure out what she was making. “Yes, Jessica?” “Oh, I just wanted to know if you thought this looked like a pickle. I’m trying to make a pickle, but I’m worried that it looks more like a zucchini, banana, or a wiener.” “A…a WHAT?!” Sabrina’s face turned crimson. Half from ager, half from embarrassment. “You know, Teach. A wiener! I could really go for one right now!” A few chuckles emerged from the background. “I will not allow such language, young lady!” “What? I’m hungry. I can’t have a hankering for some hot dogs?” Jessica asked innocently. “You really try my patience, Jessica.” “And you DRY mine. Are you going to help me or not?” “Very well. I think it’s a lovely pickle, and anyone who says different is jealous.” “Thanks. Let me just carve off this last bit…” Jessica intoned. The girl picked up a small, but sharp-looking, knife from the table and made to whittle the pickle. Jessica mimicked the action being difficult before swinging her arms outward, and toward Sabrina. The woman had no time to react and took a large step back. Jessica smiled as she saw her plan work perfectly. Directly behind Sabrina was a lathe where another student was currently turning a block of wood into a baseball bat. The problem with lathes, is that they spin very fast, and if something would get caught, say an article of clothing, it will spool around the late until either the garment ripped off or made it so tight, the wearer suffers minor injuries. In Sabrina’s case, her light dress didn’t stand a chance. Once the fabric touched the lathe, it spooled so fast, the dress essentially ripped off her body! Luckily, she regained her balance before she fell onto the lathe, and that would’ve been worse on her bare flesh. She took a moment to compose herself before taking stock of her cover. She was relived that she was alright, but was embarrassed by being stripped in front of the students again. She at least looked on the bright side that she still had her bra and panties on, a fact not lost on Jessica, nor the other students. “Just a minor mishap. Everything’s fine!” she proclaimed to the class.  Sabrina went to extricate her dress from the lathe, but saw it really would be a futile effort. However, the student needed to continue working on his project, so the dress had to be removed one way or another. Jessica was first with a pair of scissors, making cuts everywhere. Sabrina wasn’t sure such small cuts were necessary, but she didn’t want to come between Jessica when she held sharp tools. After a few minutes, the lathe was cleared and everything went back to normal. Except for the fact the teacher was now conducting class in her underwear. A student soon asked for Sabrina’s assistance with a project, and she quickly stood next to the girl making a pizza paddle. The girl was in cahoots with Jessica, so she made sure Sabrina leaned over to “inspect the beauty of the grain”. Jessica readied her hacksaw and drew back at the right moment. With her arm pulled back, over Sabrina’s ample bottom, the saw’s teeth found Sabrina’s panties. With a quick thrust forward, the garment’s waistband was severed. The remnants quickly cascaded down to Sabrina’s ankle, to everyone else’s enjoyment. “Jessica, you did that on purpose!” “Sorry, Tech. It was just bad timing. I was just trying to make a stand for my wooden pickle. It’s just so HARD!” The students chuckled at the pun, but Sabrina wasn’t laughing. She cupped her hands over her exposed vulva and carefully walked to her desk. She managed to extricate the ruined garment and promptly threw it in the trashcan. She sat down, vowing NEVER to stand up for the remainder of the lesson. That sentiment was a bit on the nose, as she soon found she really COULDN’T stand up! Her bare ass was glued to the seat! Further, she tried to pry herself off by using her hands by her hips, but they became stuck as well! “My finish! It’s ruined!” Jessica screamed. The girl rushed over to Sabrina, acting like she’d just sat on her cherished pet. “I know you’ve had it out for me before, but this is a new low, Teach!” “What? What did I do?” “You know full well that I’ve been waiting for that chair’s finish to dry the entire time, but you just had to sabotage my grade! It’s ruined now!” “Oh my, I had no idea. I just thought this was the teacher’s chair.” “The teacher’s desk is over there! This is where all the finished projects are left!” Sabrina looked to where the desk was supposed to be, and could distinctly see pencils, paper, and even a stapler on the table, indicating its normal use. “I’m truly sorry, Jessica. I didn’t mean for you to get a bad grade. I’ll tell Mr. Barnables when he gets back to make sure he gives you full marks on this project.” “It’s not for THIS class, Teach. It’s for the Pep Rally after class.” “Oh, I’m sure the school will let you use another chair…” “I made it special for you, Teach! You were supposed to be front and center, as the inspiration for the school!” “Really?” “Yes, and now you’ve ruined your own seat!” Jessica whined, near tears. “I’m sure we can still a different chair…” “But you’re still stuck to this one! You can’t possibly attend the Pep Rally dressed in only a bra!” “For once, we agree on something.” “I got it! That bra has to go.” “And, we’re back to being polar opposites…” “No, we can cover you in body paint, Teach! It will cause quite a stir, but it should work. What do you think?” “I suppose I have little choice, don’t I?” “YAY!!!!” After the bell rang, Jessica went to work. She quickly cut off Sabrina’s bra, and threw it away. She took body paint from the art room in the school’s colors: Red and White. Their mascot was The Chili Pepper. Jessica covered Sabrina’s body in white paint, then went about painting red Chili shapes all over her body. Of course, she had to cover Sabrina’s nipples with them as well, but she added a few slogans on her chest: HOT AND SPICY!!! READY TO EXPLODE!!! “Teach, I didn’t want to ruin my surprise earlier. This isn’t a wooden pickle. It’s a wooden Chili! I made a special stand for it on the front of the chair!” Jessica revealed a wide wooden dowel that was attached to the now painted Red Chili Pepper. She went to see where to put it, but Sabrina’s legs were in the way. No matter how hard she tried, her legs were in the way. Jessica had planned this, and she saw the place she REALLY intended to put it was wide open. Sabrina was shocked to feel the dowel enter her vulva and penetrate a full five inches before Jessica stopped. “Jessica, please. What are you doing?” “Just trying to make you pretty, Teach. I almost forgot…” Jessica reached down and flicked a switch. The Chili Pepper sprung to life as it began to wiggle side to side. Sabrina thought it looked cute, until she felt some…unintended side effects through the dowel. “Jessica, um…” “Isn’t it cute? I took the motor out of a drill, and hooked it up to this lever system so all it does is spin and it makes the Chili dance!” Before Sabrina could protest, she was being wheeled to the auditorium. “Get ready, Teach! I’m sure many in attendance today won’t wanna forget this!” Sabrina the Substitute at the Pep Rally As Sabrina was dragged along the hallway, she was momentarily shocked to hear footsteps in addition to Jessica’s. Since Jessica was dragging the chair by the back, Sabrina was pointed in the opposite direction of where they were headed. She tried to look behind her to see who the new person was, and if she had anything to worry about. Before she could ask who it was, they began to speak. “I hope the Guest of Honor is ready for her big moment!” Michelle, one of Jessica’s subordinates in the cheerleading squad, declared. Sabrina knew Michelle. The girl had been going on and on about how she’d make a great addition to the squad. Sabrina had passed on many occasions, but now she vaguely remembers an exchange they had a few days ago, just before her body seemed to e on constant show. Michelle had asked her to be part of the Pep Rally, but as usual, Sabrina declined. The girl insisted, wanting to please her “favorite” teacher by making her the star attraction. Sabrina felt uneasy about the proposal, but allowed Michelle to continue. The girl explained that Sabrina would be placed on a platform in the middle of the GYM. She would be sitting down the whole time, and only act as a centerpiece during the cheerleaders did their new routine on the platform. Sabrina caved and figured that sitting on a chair on a raised platform while girls danced around her wasn’t the most dignified display, but she figured it wouldn’t hurt. “Don’t worry, Ms. Kelley. Jessica has worked out the choreography and everything will be perfect! Just make sure you stay seated as some of our girls will be leaping over you.” Michelle explained. Sabrina tried to steady her nerves by taking deep breaths. However, all this did was to suddenly remind her of the wooden sex toy lodged in her most private place. As the Chile kept dancing, the dowel kept vibrating. It was a low setting, so Sabrina wasn’t in any danger…yet. Michele and Jessica pushed the doors to the GYM open and dragged her a few more feet before more cheerleaders circled around her. “Okay, Teach. We’re gonna lift you onto the platform, so don’t struggle or you might throw us off balance.” Jessica explained. Six girls grabbed part of the chair and counted to three before lifting the chair above their heads. They moved a couple feet before leaning slightly over the platform and resting her on the edge, where Jessica and Michelle grabbed on and pulled her the rest of the way onto the platform. The stage was five feet above the ground, but it was massive. It practically covered the entire floor. The reason for the platform was that it was made of soft plastic and rubber, with several trampolines built in for additional acrobatics and safety. The stage was a dark blue, but was decorated with streamers and signs in the school’s colors, emphasizing “Pepper Pride!” In the middle was a hill, which had four holes in it. Jessica and Michelle dragged the chair over to it and Sabrina found that the chair’s legs fit directly into the holes. Looking back up, Sabrina was surprised to see a giant red sheet descending over her. “Sorry, Teach, but we don’t want to ruin the surprise for everyone. Don’t worry, you’ll be greeting the entire school with that fabulous body in no time!” Jessica teased. With a pat on the head, Jessica and Michelle left the all but naked teacher in the GYM. A few minutes passed, and she could hear the rush of students arriving and taking their seats. She heard some murmurs about what was under the sheet, but couldn’t make out any guesses. Then, when all her patience had been nearly drained from her, she heard Principal Head welcome everyone. He explained that since this was during the spring, none of the sports teams would be participating. A chorus of “boo’s” echoed through the GYM before Principal Head quieted them down again. “You might notice the rather large stage placed over here. It was bought and constructed for the purpose of entertaining you, the students. So, for the duration of this Pep Rally, you will be seeing the Cheer Squad perform a special routine for us today. One with a very special guest, but you’ll find out who it is later. Without further ado, here are your TNA Chile Pepper Cheerleaders!” the Principal announced. Thunderous applause roared from the stands as Sabrina heard the music begin. She wished she could see what was happening, and soon enough, the sheet was yanked off, baring her for all to see. The music cut out, and the cheerleaders all froze in several modest poses. A pregnant silence swept over the crowd as they all began to recognize her, and more importantly, what she was (or wasn’t) wearing. A few seconds passed before the crowd roared again, loving the surprise. The music cut in again with a different tune and the girls began to flip and jump and cartwheel around her. She could only force herself to smile as the girls danced around her, and all she had was a thin layer of paint separating her naked flesh from 3000 students and faculty members. Then, she suddenly felt the ground rumble near her. She looked around for its source when a girl flew over her head! The crowd cheered as more girls flung themselves from every direction, but still sailed over her head. That was when she made a grave discovery: The paint was smearing! As the girls sailed over her, their skirts or hands would graze her shoulder or neck. As she looked down at herself, she saw patches of bare skin on her shoulders and chest. She realized her arms were touching her body, and when she separated them, the paint on her body stuck to her arms. She just hoped she wouldn’t sweat too much to wash away anything. She tried to calm down, but then realized it made her feel the vibrations from the dowel more. What was worse is that it seemed like the vibrations were getting stronger. Sabrina looked down and saw the Chile was dancing a bit faster than she remembered, but pushed the notion out of her mind. Sabrina turned her attention to the crowd, trying to see if they knew what was happening to her (limited) amount of modesty left. As she scanned the crowd, her eyes fell on a man (or was it a boy?) with a video camera on a tripod. Her embarrassment hit a new high as she realized she was being recorded! Unbeknownst to her, the camera feed was linked to the newly-installed large LED screen behind her. The school hosted many things in the GYM other than sporting events, so the screen was used more than a glorified Jumbo-tron. However, it was now showcasing Sabrina’s confused and stunned reaction to her situation. She wished she had control of her arms, but with them glued to the chair, that was an impossibility.  The cheerleaders continued to perform, the varsity squad dancing on either side of Sabrina while the rest were doing throws, stands, and other highly physical feats. Eventually, they joined hands in a circle around the chair, facing away from Sabrina. They then began to kick their legs like the Rockettes, slowly rotating around the chair so the camera could get a good look at each girl. Finally, they turned around and dropped to their knees. They began to quickly bow towards Sabrina, alternating the rhythm with every other girl, so it looked like the ring was pulsating. It was at this point that Sabrina began to feel flush and realized the dowel was vibrating at an incredibly pleasurable speed. She fought it with al her might. Her breath came in short, deep gasps. She began to sweat profusely from the effort, and it was here that when a bead of sweat snaked its way from her forehead, down her right cheek, along her neck, where it could have disappeared behind her shoulder, but it rolled onto her chest, where it finally landed in her cleavage, and ran straight down to her crotch. The trail left behind a distinctly flesh-colored trail, which the large screen amplified so everyone could see her body paint was water soluble.  All this was lost on Sabrina as her arousal built, despite Sabina’s efforts, her body was betraying her. As her will broke, her back arched, her heaving breasts thrust forward, her head was thrown back, her mouth parted, ready to sound her inevitable release when… *SPLASH!!!* In an instant, Sabrina’s body went from Red Hot and Ready to Explode, to a mere sizzle, and not in a good way. Her climax stifled, she immediately felt frustrated, horny, and very cranky. She wanted to let out a grunt of frustration, but the moment her eyes opened, she saw the looks of amazement from the crowd. Students and faculty alike were looking at her with a sense of shock, awe, intrigue, lust, and jealousy. She wasn’t sure why since she hadn’t been able to finish her erotic performance. Se then looked down and saw the reason. They had dumped a bucket full of water on her, and now all the body paint had been washed off! She was sitting in the middle of the GYM stark naked, with only a dancing Chile Pepper hiding her most private spot. A gasp of shock reached her lips as se remembered the camera. She tried with all her might to move her arms, and they obeyed! The water must have dissolved the glue as well! She planted her hands on the chair again, and used all four of her limbs to extricate herself from the chair. It was quite a display that made it look like she was too sexually exhausted to stand. Once on her feet, the dowel hadn’t been made to be kept inside a woman’s lubricated flesh hole, so it simply popped out from her orifice and landed on the rubberized floor with a thud. Sabrina turned red with embarrassment as she covered herself and turned around, only to be greeted by a 80-inch image of her naked backside! She peered over her shoulder and now realized what the camera was doing. She clamped bother her hands over her naked bottom and made to run off the stage. However, Jessica and Michelle caught her before she plummeted eight feet onto the hardwood floor. “Uh-uh uh, Teach. We wouldn’t want our favorite teacher to get hurt now, would we?” Jessica said through a grin. “Jess, I think we should give our audience the big ending they came here to see!” Michelle offered. “I think that’s a great idea! Right this way, Teach!” Jessica instructed. Sabrina was led to a ladder on the far end of the stage.  “Jessica, are you sure this is safe?” Sabrina asked. “Of course! We tested it this morning.” “Oh, good.” “Yeah. It was a great success. Poor Miss Hartford is still sticky though.” “The school nurse? Wait, why is she sticky?” Jessica didn’t answer as they reached the top. It was a small five-foot square platform near the GYM’s ceiling. The crowd couldn’t see much, but watched the screen as the camera’s zoom lens caught the action. Jessica placed a large metal hook on a metal cable attached to the top of the platform that led over the stage and down toward the opposite end of the GYM. She attached a rope to the hook and fed a metal handle through the bottom of the rope that sat horizontally. “Wait, is this a zipline?!” Sabrina shouted loud enough for everyone to hear. “That’s right, Teach. This thing ends over on the other end on that platform.” Jessica pointed to a raised platform about eight feet off the ground, but it was no bigger than six feet in diameter. “Wait, that rope is too long, the handle will hit the platform!” Sabrina observed. “Oh, it’s not a handle. It’s a SEAT!” “Surely, this can’t be safe!” “As long as you keep both hands on the rope and your legs o the seat, you’ll be fine. And don’t call me Shirley.” Jessica joked. Sabrina sighed and straddled the seat, making sure both of her hands clutched the roe. She was about to ask if she was doing it right when Jessica gave her a hearty smack on the bottom and sent her on her way! The journey wasn’t as fast as she thought it would be, but was thankful she wasn’t going to be stuck halfway on the line. However, she became VERY aware of the way her loins pressed on the rope. The hook scraping along the metal line was generating a very distinct frequency that resonated with her arousal. She had never been on a sybian before, but her mind immediately compared the feeling to riding one. She suddenly felt her climax peak and her eyes closed. She clutched the rope as her belly flexed in response to her orgasm. She let out a loud moan and felt as if she were floating on air. Of course, it wasn’t far from the truth. She was falling. Jessica and Michelle designed the zipline to carry her, but instead of ending safely on the platform, the hook would be pushed off the line by a flange attached to the line. Of course, Sabrina couldn’t just fall four feet onto the platform, landing on her bare butt with the “seat” wedged between her legs. Jessica had something more…delicious in mind. *SPLURT!!!* Sabrina’s journey ended in the last place she thought it would. As she fell, she felt her feet touch what she thought was just the rubberized surface of the platform, but was worried when her feet went through it! As she continued her descent, she thought it could be water, but she felt…resistance. It wasn’t until she stopped moving that she opened her eyes and saw she was encased in gelatin. Red gelatin. The sides of the platform gave way to reveal this to the crowd. She was able to look at her image on the large screen. She was again horrified to see that the gelatin was translucent enough to see the details of her naked body! It seemed her feet were just over a foot from touching the bottom, but it was the fact her legs had separated during her decent that troubled her. They were only shoulder width apart, but it was enough to show more of her private place than she’d like. What was worse was the fact that her arms were above her head, which meant they were outside the gelatin. From the neck down, her body was encased in red jiggly sweetness, and she couldn’t stop anyone from looking at her charms. She flailed her arms around, trying to extricate herself, but it was to no avail. “Jessica! Please, help me out of this!” Sabrina pleaded. “You heard her, folks! She needs help out of that tasty prison, SO LET’S EAT!!!!” Jessica announced. The crowd rushed onto the floor and made a line. The first few just picked off a bit of gelatin to taste if it was real. Finding out it was the real thing, they went for the gusto and removed large chunks, near her feet. “Jessica, tat isn’t helping!” Sabrina whined. “You heard the lady! Don’t be shy, grab a handful! And that isn’t limited to the dessert!” Jessica announced. Two mischievous boys stood on either side of her and began grabbing handfuls and scarfing them down. They kept returning to the same place each time, and Sabrina didn’t catch onto what they were doing until she saw the lines they were making in the gelatin, and where they were headed. “No, stop! Don’t you dare!” she tried to sound authoritative, but the boys persisted until they each found a nipple and gave them a nice tweak. “Hey, those are not for you to play with!” Sabrina scolded. “You’re right, Teach! They should be for EVERYONE to enjoy!” Jessica announced to the over-stimulated crowd. A separate line then started for those who wanted to cop a feel, and soon the holes were big enough to squeeze her breasts. Another perverted soul punched a hole between her knees and began to claw his way to her special place. She was able to see what he was doing, but had given up trying to preserve her modesty long ago. When he did reach it, he gently tickled her labia before sliding his finger along her slit. With the attention to her three sensitive places, she couldn’t help but let out a moan.  She was treated to several orgasms by several more hands before she was finally free of the sticky gel. However, she was too weak to move, and just laid on the floor, skin coated in a mixture of gelatin, sweat, and female ejaculate. Many of the students and faculty had taken photos of the event, and even paid the screen’s camera man for a copy of whatever he got. Jessica volunteered to get Sabrina cleaned up, and she and Michelle helped Sabrina to her feet. It was at this point Principal Head finally stepped in. “Jessica, I had hoped that Sabrina would be a positive influence on you, to stop your petty fights and disruptions in class and become a model student.” He began. Jessica assumed this would be the point where he would scold her and ground her until she was forty, but she figured it was all worth it. “Jessica, I’m so proud to see what you’ve become! You were the brainchild behind all of this! Never before have I seen a student put forth so much effort for a Pep Rally before, and never before have I seen the students and faculty be 100% happy to attend. Now, you’re even volunteering to clean up? I’m so happy that the student with the best amount of character in my school is my own daughter!” He said, tears in his eyes. Jessica hugged her father and gave him a kiss o the cheek. When they broke their embrace, his attention went to Sabrina. “I just can’t believe she allowed herself to be the star attraction like that. She truly embodies the courage and dedication that we should strive for in our education. She really ought to have something to honor her spirit. Something worthy of her cause.” Principal Head mused. “Oh, but we already do…” Jessica answered, “What do you mean?” “The statue outside? It’s her! The body mold was taken from her. She begged me to do it, insisted that it was to better the image of the school. She just was too modest to tell you herself.” Jessica spun her tale. “Is this true?” The principal asked Sabrina, who was still too groggy to understand what was going on. Jessica and Michelle stood her up and placed her hands behind her head, spreading her legs slightly. “Oh my, it is her! But it has no direct tie to her. She should at least have her name on it.” Principal Head explained. “I’ll do you one better. Let me clean her up, and we can give some head…” Michelle began. “What did you say, young lady?” “Ahem, headshots. We’ll give you pictures of her face from different angles so a sculptor can make a new head for the statue that looks exactly like her!” “Jessica, that’s a brilliant idea! We should still update the plaque so it gives credit to the ‘model’ teacher that made it possible.” Sabrina the Substitute Gets “Clean” Jessica kissed her father on the cheek and helped Michelle carry Sabrina into the locker room. Twenty minutes later, Michelle and Jessica were in the girls’ locker room attached to the GYM. They were in the communal shower section, but the water wasn’t on. Sabrina was lying on the floor with an equally naked Jessica and Michelle standing over her. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Michelle asked her friend. “I’ve been dreaming of this moment since she came to my school. Now she’s all mine to do whatever I want…” Jessica giggled. “I’m still not sure why I have to be naked.” Michelle whined. “Because, if she sees you, she’ll think it’s weird if you’re clothed and we aren’t. If she sees you’re naked, se probably won’t care who you are.” “Okay then. Should I get my camera now?” “Yes. I want this whole thing on film.” Michelle began rolling as Jessica lay down next to the naked teacher. “Okay, to be clear, this is for personal use only, so if this ever gets out, Michelle would be incriminated too. Michelle, if you would, hand me the camera for a moment.” Jessica explained to the camera. Michelle was hesitant, but handed Jessica the camera. “Alright-y. Now, you see Michelle’s naked body, so if either of us leaks this tape, we both have something to lose.” Jessica narrated before handing it back to Michelle. Jessica wasn’t sure where to begin. She felt like it was Christmas morning and she found a large box with her name on it. She didn’t know what to do, if she wanted to attack it or be gentle. She then saw her face and leaned in. “You know, Teach? I’ve been fantasizing about this moment since you started working here. I even begged my dad to let you teach one of my classes. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen, so I had to try a different tactic. I called Coach Robinson while pretending to be his doctor’s receptionist. Since we have the same doctor, it wasn’t hard to fake. Men are so scared when you tell them something’s wrong with their prostate, they might just take off between classes without even telling the principal. Oh, and I pestered our art teacher for ages to hire a nude model, until I volunteered! He left before my bra was off! The Woodshop teacher couldn’t handle all of my jokes about how stiff or how long or just plain big some of the wood was. He was so convinced I was coming onto him that he cracked and transferred to another school. On the OTHER side of the country!” “Jess, is it a good idea to explain your intricate plan on video?” “Shut up, no one’s going to see this. So, I was given you, Sabrina. And you made it sooo easy to manipulate you. Almost like you wanted to be stripped all those times. Well, perhaps you’ll enjoy this as much as I will.” Jessica then planted a kiss on the unconscious naked teacher. Her tongue swirled over her lips as she lapped up the gelatin residue on her chin. She continued to lick her face from her down to her neck, where she proceeded to give her several hickey before lapping at her chest. It was in this fashion that she cleaned her arms, hands, and chest. She saved her breasts and cleaned her belly with her tongue. Se heard Sabrina gasp when her tongue passed over her bellybutton. She wanted to go further, but decided to turn her over first.  She brought Sabrina to a kneeling position and began to lick her back, and cleaned all the way to her bottom before letting her lay down on her stomach. Jessica slurped as her tongue snaked its way around Sabrina’s luscious, juicy bottom. After cleaning both cheeks, Jessica couldn’t resist and quickly licked along her crack, making Sabrina moan. Jessica made quick work of Sabrina’s legs and feet before turning her on her back again. This time, she went straight for her breasts. She licked from the base in a spiral until she reached the peaks, making Sabrina gasp and writhe in pleasure. When Jessica finally placed her mouth on Sabrina’s mound, her eyes shot open. “Whoa, what the hell?!” Sabrina screeched. “What’s the matter, Teach? Wasn’t I making you feel good?” Jessica teased. “Jessica? Why are you naked? Why is Michelle naked, and… is she FILMING?!!” “I’m feeling kinda hurt here, Teach. I thought we had something going here.” “No, absolutely not! I’m out of here!” “Sabrina?” Jessica almost whispered. The woman stopped in her tracks, realizing it was the first time she’d heard Jessica call her by name. “What?” Sabrina answered back. “Sabrina…I love you.” Jessica said. Sabrina’s and Michelle’s mouths hung agape. Sabrina dropped to her knees. “Sabrina, you know it’s true. If you heard anything of what I said earlier. It was all so I could have you. I’ve wanted you so bad.” “Jessica, that isn’t love. It’s lust.” “Then let me have this. Just once, and if what you say is true, it should be enough.” Sabrina thought for a moment before leaning back until she was lying down. She stretched her legs out and spread them as far as she could. “Jessica, do what you will.” The girl scurried over and resumed her previous ministrations with her tongue. Michelle made sure to walk around Sabrina when she moaned, but reserved the final shot of Sabrina’s big moment. Sabrina cried in ecstasy as her back arched and her head was thrown back. Michelle was able to walk around Sabrina to get different angles before Sabrina relaxed.  Now “clean”, Sabrina was escorted out to the parking lot, where Jessica drove her home. Sabrina had the forethought to leave a spare house key near the front door for occasions like this that seemed more prevalent in recent time. Jessica admired her naked teacher’s walk into her house before driving away. She had some footage to masturbate to, and also get some screencaps. The following day, Jessica delivered the pictures to a sculptor who said the head would be done in a week. Sabrina continued to teach, but now taught only classes that Jessica was in. In light of recent events, Sabrina decided to no longer wear underwear and only wear skirts or dresses below the waist. Her tops were a bit risqué with either plunging necklines or were strapless. She figured she’d be stripped sooner or later, but wanted to be in control, so for when she subbed in for teachers who had multiple classes, she would only treat Jessica’s class to her charms before dressing for her other classes. The head completed, the sent it off to the same foundry that made the original statue, as they had the original mold. They married the two together and delivered the finished piece the next day. Everyone was delighted to see their beloved teacher in all her glory finally. Sabrina still blushed at the events at the Pep Rally, but she had something else up her sleeve. The following week, Jessica was entering the school when she saw her naked body in front of her. She hadn’t forgotten to wear clothes, nor was she standing in front of a trick mirror. She was looking at a nude statue of herself, sitting at her desk, in perfect “model student” posture with her hands clasped on her desk, her back straight, and her legs slightly open as if she were wearing shorts. What horrified her most was the amount of detail in the body. She could clearly see it was her parts, and not someone’s version of them. The only person with that kind of knowledge was…Miss Hartford! She had seduced the school nurse so she would try out the zipline before Sabrina. How she put this together was beyond her comprehension. Another curious thought came to her when she read the plaque. It read: First ENF of TNA High. “Hi, Sweetie! Admiring your statue, I see.” Principal Head said to his daughter. “Um, yeah. Why…um, how did you get it so…accurate?” “Oh, I was asking around to see how we could award you for your great job with the Pep Rally. Sabrina suggested we make a statue of you like we did with her. I thought it was perfect. However, we lacked a detailed mold of your body, and we didn’t want to spoil the surprise by asking you to do one. Somehow, Miss Hartford came forward with some photos, and here we are!” “Great. So, what does the plaque mean?” “Oh, I forgot to tell you the best part! We started a new system to acknowledge outstanding behavior from our students. They can’t all have statues made for them, of course. That’s why I contacted the school board and they’ve allowed me to introduce the “Exceptional Noble Force” program. It rewards students for not just being a mode student, but also using their role in the school to better the students or the community. And you, my dear daughter, will be the first to be in the program!” “Really?! Cool!” “Yeah, so if you’d just remove your clothes?” “What?!” “I wasn’t sure how best to commemorate you achievement. I wanted a way for students to know you’re the ENF if they don’t know your name. I asked around, and Sabrina and several others suggested that the ENF should be nude. It would make them instantly recognizable and would encourage positive reinforcement in students. The school board knows this, and has given me the go-ahead. So, as your father, and as Principal of this school, please hand me your clothes!” A cheer echoed through the halls as Jessica got a taste of her own medicine. She was made to attend school naked for a month. Sabrina was glad that Jessica didn’t attempt to do anything to her wardrobe while she taught her. A fact that she passed on to the principal, hoping it would mean Jessica could be the ENF for longer, but he informed Sabrina that the ENF has a limit of a month and must be passed on to another student BEFORE it can return to another student. Sabrina and Principal Head already knew who would be next. Michelle was furious with her parents when they signed the permission to let her be the ENF for a whole month, but since it was a place of honor, they didn’t think to read the particulars until after Michelle came home naked. At least she didn’t have a statue of her naked body on school property. Sabrina and Jessica eventually made amends, but not until after they both were naked at Jessica’s graduation ceremony. Everyone was delighted to receive their diploma and have a commemorative photo taken with their famous naked teacher before they graduated. Jessica took the opportunity to plant an open-mouthed kiss on Sabrina’s lips while fingering her pussy, to the cheers of everyone present, even her father. After Jessica graduated, no other ENFs happened at TNA High, unfortunately, since Principal Head retired that year and the new principal had no knowledge of the program. Sabrina moved onto other schools, but didn’t get stripped by anyone, nor did she try to recapture any memories. She had pictures, and video! The statues still remain at the school, as a reminder that not all academics are clean, but being a little dirty isn’t bad either. THE END!!!!!

Summer by TheTyke This is a true story. All the characters in this story we over the age of consent when the story took place. All these events took place during the course of one very long and hot summer when I was growing up, just on the change from boy to man and still full of the innocence and wonder that seemed to characterise kids back then. I had just finished my exams and depending upon the results, would either go on to a sixth form school some miles away or have to get out and find myself a job. I wasn't particularly worried; I felt I have done enough (just), to get the grades I wanted and besides the results came out at the end of summer and that was light years away. Right now I just wanted to enjoy a complete summer with no school work; and enjoying the summer meant never-ending games of football with the gang, long walks out into the countryside and occasional swimming at the local baths if there was the money to go. No different really from every other summer except this was the last one of our childhood and we knew it, whatever happened after this summer things would never be quite the same again. We had all grown up together, Mike, Dave, Roy and me, bright kids from a working class mining village in Yorkshire. Roy and I had wider aspirations and went on to take higher exams and then I went on to college and Roy went into the police force and an early death in a car crash. Strange but he always said he would die young. Dave went into the local steel works and Mike down the mine. They would both later be caught up in the strikes and watch the demise of their respective industries under the brutal care of Margaret Thatcher. But that was all in the future and the only cares we had at the start of that summer was getting a football to play with and the chances of an illegal bottle of beer at one of the more remote, and understanding, rural off-licences we knew of in the area. Sue changed all that. Sue was 'one of the boys'. She had started hanging around with us about three summers before and just sort of hovered on the fringe of everything we did. She came with us on our long and rambling walks out into the countryside, walking for miles in whatever direction the wind was blowing; and she would watch as the boys climbed trees and fooled about; not really taking part but always there. Occasionally she brought a friend along and they walked with us or sat and talked as we played football for hours, faces close together as young girls do, brushing hair from their eyes as they discussed matters of current importance, arms clasped around their knees; but the friends came and went and only Sue stayed. She was part of the scenery. Almost by default she became one of the gang. In that final summer Sue was changing into a fine young woman; her body changed from a gangly tomboy into a young woman with a slim and athletic figure with small, budding breasts and for the first time that summer we began to notice the difference. The effect on us all was slight and subtle in the beginning, the boys began to include her more in their games, made room for her to sit with them when they were talking, sly glances at her bust or her rear as she walked with them. She was still 'one of the boys' but whenever she was present there was a slight change in the group, just as a breeze ruffles leaves on a tree or stirs the grass in the fields, Sue began to have an effect on us, she began to be noticed. She herself seemed to be unaware that any change was taking place; she tagged along where ever we went. We used to play football on some spare ground near the railway, usual stuff, from 2 to a 100 a side depending on who was there and who wanted to play. The game lasted until people got fed up and went home or it got too dark to play anymore. Sometimes Sue would get roped in to play but usually she was content to sit on the grassy bank and just watch. We four lads would usually get together straight after breakfast and head for whatever adventure we had planned for the day and more often than not Sue would 'just turn up' and join us, walking along slightly behind, talking in her usual quietish manner to whoever walked with her; but boy could she run; whenever the games turned fast Sue could out run any of us. Sue was a sprinter; graceful and long legged she ran with a freedom and speed that left the rest of us following lamely up behind her. She became our mascot and would be proudly brought to the front of the gang whenever a foot race was called for. Most boys hated running against her and soon she was the unchallenged champion of our area. I guess she soon got used to ending a race and being bowled over by four cheering lads – she would disappear under us laughing and gasping for breath. It was one of the few times that I remember her being outrageously happy, laughing and shouting with the rest of us, just glad to be alive; most of the time she still seemed happy but in a much quieter way, kind of reserved – don't get me wrong, she was never unhappy, but she had a quiet about her that made you think of still waters, of someone waiting for something, a sort of sleeping beauty air about her. One evening, after everyone had gone home, the four of us were laying on the grass bank talking and watching the lights come on in the houses across the fields. Sue had not been with us that day and as usual, whether she was there or not, the conversation drifted around to sex, or our lack of it in our cases. If she was there Sue would join in with some gossip about who in her class was 'doing it' and with whom. We all joined with lewd comments about the people we were talking about and said that we 'wouldn't touch them with a bargepole' but secretly wishing that we could with anything. Girls who had 'done it' were creatures of mystery and awe to us. We pretended to be men of the world and talked with authority about all things sexual when in reality we were all pathetic virgins who had never even seen a girl undressed, let alone know what to do with her if we were ever luck enough to meet one without her clothes. We bluffed and blustered about our conquests and we all knew we were lying. That's the problem with growing up together, we all knew all there was to know about each other which made the bragging just a little bit harder to pull off in a convincing manner. Usually if you went a step too far someone would be able to shoot you down and leave you to pick up the pieces the best you could. Anyway this particular evening the conversation had worked its way around to sex and Dave was recounting the escapades of one of the 'sluts' in school and were discussing in some detail the probable shape and dimensions of this girls fanny when suddenly Mike sat up and said to Dave, "How would you know? I bet you've never even seen one". We all froze; this was too near the truth for all of us. I happened to know that Dave had never seen one as we had admitted as much to each other one day not long before as we walked home from school. Eyes went down to the ground in an attempt find something interesting on the floor in the gathering gloom as Dave tried to bluster his way out of it. "Of course I bloody have, seen loads." "Whose?" Said Mike not willing to let him off the hook so easily. "My sisters" said Dave. "Doesn't count." Mike snorted, "She's too small and anyway we've all see your sisters'!" Pretending anger and seeing a way to divert the question Dave launched himself at Mike and they rolled over down the banking. We all followed and sat on Dave who had ended up beneath Mike. "Come on." Mike laughed pushing him easily away, "Who else?" "Sue's." Dave said in quiet desperation. We all burst out laughing, "Sue's? Sue hasn't got one. An' even if she has you've never seen it." Gasping under our weight Dave continued with his lie. "I have too. Gerrof me." "When?" We all asked simultaneously. "Last summer at the swimming pool, You weren't there. I saw it." "Liar." Mike said and cuffed him over the head. We all sat back and let Dave sit up. Dave brushed himself off and said almost to himself. "I bloody have seen it and it's hairy!" We stood around in an almost embarrassed silence, some sort of line had been crossed and we knew it. We were suddenly all thinking of what Sue would look like without her skirt and we just didn't think of Sue like that. We looked sheepishly at each other and shrugged in the fading light. "Better get home" I said. We split up at the end of the field and went our own ways home. I walked with Dave a little way before he turned off towards his house. "It wasn't true was it?" I asked. "What?" He said although we both knew what I was talking about. "About seeing Sue." "No." he said and paused for fraction before adding quietly "but I'd like to." "So would I." I admitted. "So would I." ***** Some days later we were all out walking; a straggling group of young people aimlessly wandering along. The lead boys were deadheading wildflowers with sticks while Sue, Dave and I brought up the rear. We had played football until it the heat had beaten us and then by common consent we had decided to go for a walk. The air was hot and heavy and uncomfortable as English summer days can often get. We had bought some beer at the off-licence and were pretending we were heavy drinkers as we walked along taking gulps from the passed around bottles. We crossed some fields and skirted the edge a wood; a sort of aimless wandering despite the fact that we knew all the paths within a 10 mile radius by heart. As we skirted the woods we decided to go and find somewhere to sit and drink our underage beers, somewhere away from prying eyes who could tell our parents what we were up to. Mike knew of an old 'den' that someone had made some time in the past, deep in the middle of a stand of trees on the edge of the wood, a children's hideaway of overhanging branches and flattened undergrowth. We found the entrance and crawled inside. The air inside the den was hot and heavy but at least we were private and away from prying eyes. The sun dappled us and the floor with bright spots of gently moving light. There was not a lot of room for all of us and so we spread our cardigans and jumpers on the floor and lay down, crowded close together. Sue crawled through the opening and seeing there wasn't much space she clumsily crawled across everyone and sat herself down in the middle. All the guys she crawled over pushed back and cursed her half heartedly. She half fell, half sat, heavily in the middle of us, pulled her pleated school skirt down over her thighs where it has ridden up and proceeded to brush the dirt and bits grass and debris from her brown, sun tanned knees. She threw her cardigan on the floor behind her. She didn't really notice the boys watching her legs intently as her hands brushed away the dirt. Sitting almost in front of her I leaned forward and brushed a few imaginary specks from her other knee. She laughed and pushed my hand away. 'Pack it in' she said, 'it tickles'. I put my hand back on her knee and brushed again. She laughed 'Pack it in I said'. Dave reached out and brushed her other knee. She put both legs down flat and put her hands on her knees. 'Stop it' she said, 'you know how ticklish I am.' Roy, who was sitting slightly behind her reached out for her shoulders and pulled her back flat onto the ground. She laughed again as her legs went up in the air and she tried to smooth down her skirt while struggling to sit back up, a flash of white knickers caught our attention. Roy pulled her back down again pressing her shoulders flat to the earth. He leaned forward slightly across her and tried to lick her nose, a childish, messy game we had played many times before. As she tried to push him away Mike took hold of one of her hands and placed it underneath him, Dave followed his lead and did the same with her other hand. I leaned forward across her legs, effectively pinning her to the ground. Still laughing Sue looked up at Roy whose face was hovering above her and then at the rest of us. "Please don't tickle me." She said. I moved up her legs and sat astride her knees. "We're not going to tickle you," I said, "Not at first anyway. I think we have other games to play." Sue looked puzzled. "What other games?" "Like finding out what colour your knickers are." Sue looked startled. "Cheeky bugger. Let me go and I'll tell you." "Why do I need to let you go?" I said. "Watch this." I reached down and picked up the hem of her skirt and lifted it slightly. I glanced up and into the darkness before replacing the skirt with exaggerated care. "They're white." I said. Sue began to struggle a little, "Look, let me go, you've all seen my pants before." I placed my hands on either side of her hips and held her down quietly. The guys continued to hold her arms. When she had calmed a little I said. "I know that we've all seen your knickers before. We've done nothing but look up your skirt for weeks. But now we want to take it a bit further." Sue stopped struggling altogether and looked at me. "What do you mean?" She asked cautiously. "We want to have a closer look." "A closer look at what?" I smiled at her. "At you." It took a second for my words to sink in and then suddenly Sue began to struggle. She thrashed from side to side trying to loosen our grip in her but it was no contest, she was no match for the four of us. Finally she stopped and lay quiet, her chest heaving with her exertions. "Look, it's no use struggling" I said watching the sunlight chase across her face as the leaves above us moved, "you're only going to knock yourself out. There are four of us and we are far too strong for you so just listen up for a minute." Sue looked around cautiously, "What?" "We're all really good friends aren't we?" I said and Sue nodded reluctantly, unsure of where this was going. "And friends share don't they?" She half nodded again without taking her eyes off me. "So we have been watching your body for a long time; and we think it's about time you shared it with us." Sue shook her head "I don't think so..." I cut her off. "Look, it's a beautiful hot day isn't it? The sun is shining and it's a great day for taking your clothes off. Or at least," I glance around at the intense faces of the other three, "for having someone take your clothes off for you. And as I said before, 'you're amongst friends' and friends are supposed to share. We just want to share you." I made myself more comfortable on her legs. "That's not a problem is it?" Realising we were serious she began to struggle again. We held her and waited for the struggling to stop. "Look Sue, we can do this anyway that you want but just remember that we are all your friends here," she looked at our faces in turn, "and we want to have a look at you, at all of you. And if you were our friend you'd let us look, wouldn't she boys?" The guys all nodded. Sue looked up at me. "What do you want to see?" She asked in a whisper. "You've seen my knickers." "I know Sue", I said, "but that's not enough is it?" "What else is there?" She said quietly. "We want to see what's inside them. I think that that's only fair don't you?" I brushed her knees with my fingertips. "In fact I think we want to see all of you." I paused slightly "without your clothes." Sue flinched a little. She closed her eyes as if hoping that we would go away and her head slowly slumped back. I smiled at the guys and leaned forward. Strands of her dirty blonde hair lay across her face, moving erratically as she breathed. I pulled a few strands away from the corner of her mouth and stroked her cheek. She never moved. "Sue" I said quietly and she opened her eyes and looked at me "we are going to take your clothes off." Her eyes half closed again but she kept watching me from under her lids. "You do understand what we are going to do don't you?" She never moved. "We are going to undress you and look at your body" I paused for effect "and we will most probably touch it." She nodded ever so slightly and kept her eyes on mine. I was aware of her body heat where I sat astride her hips. "You don't mind if I take your clothes off do you Sue?" Sue licked her dry lips but didn't say anything. She continued to watch me, her eyes narrowing even more. "I'll take that as a 'yes' then shall I?" I asked and she did not answer. The air was a still as I have ever known it. I leaned forward slightly keeping eye contact with her. "Has anyone ever seen you naked before Sue?" "Naked?" she whispered. "Yes naked. Nude, Without clothes," I answered slowly and Sue softly shook her head. "No?" I asked and she shook her head again. "Then we will be the first will we?" She nodded almost imperceptibly. I sat back and ran my hands down her body. She opened her eyes. "Then I guess that its better that we are your friends isn't it?" "Is it?" She whispered. I sat back and looked at her. "Of course it is. Friends should share and we are going to share you. That's fair isn't it?" She looked at me and for the first time I thought I saw something deep in her eyes, an acquiescence, a slight submission. "And I think you want us to share you don't you Sue?" Her eyes flicked open and watched me as I sat back astride her young body and she never made a sound. "Top first?" I asked the guys quietly, "Shall we start at the top? Who wants her to get her Tits out for the boys?" All the guys nodded, I could tell by their eyes that they desperately wanted to carry this through but were still slightly apprehensive about the consequences. I figured that seeing as I had really started it I needed to move it along before anyone had second thoughts; so I quickly reached forward and pulled her blouse out of the elasticated waistband of her skirt. I thought I heard Sue say 'Don't' under her breath but there was no stopping now, I was the master of ceremonies, I was in charge of the unveiling of Sue and the knowledge and anticipation of what we were about to do was intoxicating. I pushed her blouse up and out slightly to expose a little of her stomach. I touched her skin and marvelled in its softness and warmth. A fine down of tiny blonde hairs caught the sunlight. They ran in a golden line down from below her belly button under the waistband of her skirt. I was a kid in a sweet shop, I wanted to follow these hairs and explore where they went to but instead I remembered that I promised the boys her breasts first so I reversed the direction of my fingers and stroked up to the bottom hem of her blouse. At the touch of my fingers Sue sucked in her stomach as if trying to avoid them but they would not be denied; my fingers had a will of their own and as I stroked her stomach I marvelled at the first real feel of a young woman's skin. I eased the tails of her blouse apart as my fingers moved upward until I touched the bottom button. Without fumbling it came undone almost on its own. I gently pushed the shirt apart as I moved upwards to the next button which also easily came undone. I pushed the blouse further apart revealing the whole of her stomach. The guys watched her slowly growing nakedness with awe. We were already looking at more of Sue that we had every really though we would ever get to see. "Only two more buttons Sue." I said, "And then we can all look at what you've got under here" Sue's nod was barely perceptible "are you sure no one has ever seen them before?" She licked lips and shook her head. I undid the third button and ran my fingers on the skin underneath. "No bra." I said. She licked her lips again and looked at the faces around her. "Why are you not wearing a bra Sue?" Her eyes flicked from face to face again. "I think you wanted to show us your breasts didn't you? You wanted us to see them. Not wearing a bra makes it really easy for us doesn't it Sue? Nothing to stop us, nothing at all." Sue closed her eyes. "Shall we have a look? Shall I just open this last button so we can all look at your breasts? Would you like that? Only one button and then we have your breasts." Sue never moved or uttered a sound. The anticipation from the boys was so real that you could almost taste it. Sue lay quiet. I undid the last button and the blouse gaped open. We could now see skin from her chin to her navel; the sun dappled her face as she held her breath. Placing my hands flat on her warn skin I pushed back both sides of the blouse and spread them open. Sue lay completely silent as four young men gazed for the first time at a real pair of naked breasts attached to a real, live, woman. The guys exchanged quick furtive glances before returning to Sue's breast. They were indeed beautiful, small and firm, conical, tipped with long dusky pink nipples. The dappled sunlight moved across them as the leaves moved in the branches above us, bronzing first one nipple and then the other. Without waiting Mike reached across and cupped one breast, Sue flinched at the touch. He tentatively and clumsily squeezed the breast and we all watched on in fascination. "What's it feel like?" Dave asked. Mike never answered; he seemed to have been struck dumb by his own boldness, rooted to spot with his hand on Sue's breast. Dave looked up at me still sitting astride her legs. "What do they feel like?" He asked again. "I don't know." I answered, "I haven't felt them yet." I leaned forward and cupped her left breast. The feeling was electrifying, my entire being suddenly focused on what my right hand was doing. The skin felt like warm silk, soft and moving under my hand. The movement of her breast flowed under my palm and then I found her nipple. Nothing had prepared me for that first feel of her nipple, soft and yielding while at the same time hard and solid. I turned it between my fingers and felt Sue suddenly move beneath me. I recognised the connection between the nipple and her response. In those few minutes I was growing up fast; I think we all were. Her nipple seemed to have grown longer and harder in my fingers. I squeezed it again and felt her move again beneath me. I sat back a little and let go of her breast. "I think you can let go of her now." I said to the guys. They looked at me in surprise. "Not yet! I want to see the rest of her." said Mike still holding on to her breast. "And you will" I said. I was confident that we now had complete power over Sue without really knowing why. I reached out and took her breast again. "You'll let us look now won't you Sue?" All eyes turned to her but she didn't answer. I gently squeezed her nipple and felt a small corresponding movement beneath me. "We all think your tit's are beautiful Sue. Don't we lads?" A murmur of consent came from everyone. "And we all want to play with them. You've got them out for us to have a look at and that was OK wasn't it Sue?" She lay quiet and I gently squeezed her nipple again and she swallowed. "So can we play with them?" She never spoke. "You will let us all play with them won't you? It seems a shame to put them away again without all of us having a good feel. Is that OK?" She never moved. I gently kneaded her breast and pulled on her nipple. "I said is that OK?" She opened her eyes and looked at me, there was a barely audible "Yes" and I smiled. I let go of her breast and sat back, "She's all yours lads." Dave and Roy let go of her arms and leaned forward stretching their hands to the same breast, feeling its weight, watching it change shape under their fingers. Sue never moved as the three hands grabbed at her breasts. I leaned over and pushed them away. They looked startled. "Gently guys, gently. Watch, do it like this." I looked down at Sue lying half naked underneath me, her arms still outstretched and breasts bared, like some virgin sacrifice from a dirty book, which indeed she was. "Look." I said to the guys. "do it like this." I placed my hands on the sides of her hips and slowly ran them up her sides, over her ribcage and then up and onto her breasts. I cupped them, squeezing gently all the way to her nipple. Her head moved and she opened her eyes and looked at me. I took her nipple between my fingers and rolled it. It grew even harder. I held her gaze. "Do it just like that." I sat back holding Sue's gaze. The look seemed to last forever. "Go on boys," I eventually said "Sue's gone to all this trouble to get them out for you, the least you can do is to play with them." Three hands closed on her breasts, stoking and cupping, rolling and squeezing her nipples. The guys were completely engrossed in the new sensations. She held my gaze for ages but slowly her eyes became more unfocused, her breathing became shallower and eventually her eyelids fluttered closed. As the fondling continued her hips slowly began to move beneath me. "I think we might have forgotten something fellas." I said quietly. The guys reluctantly stopped playing with their new toys and looked at me. Sue's eyes opened slowly and she looked at me. "I thought you wanted to see the rest of her." Sue's eyes suddenly locked on mine. I smiled. "You'll let us look at you now won't you Sue?" I asked looking down directly into her wide open eyes. "You will open your legs for us and let us look at you won't you?" Sue looked at the faces around her. Hands still held her breasts, still on her nipples. She shuddered and licked her lips as though her mouth was dry. She looked back at me. The hands continued to fondle her breasts. "Will you open your legs for us Sue? Let us look at you?" She tried to focus on me but the hands on her breasts were confusing her. "What's the difference anyway?" I asked. "We already have your breasts, we already have you half naked; and doesn't it feel good?" Sue blinked and tried to think. I knew she was wishing the hands would stop what they were doing and give her time to think. "It does feel good doesn't it?" I asked again. Without taking her eyes off mine she nodded slightly. I smiled. "I'm sorry Sue, I didn't hear you." She looked back into my eyes and in a hushed voice said "Yes." "Yes what?" I asked. "Yes it feels good." "So you don't mind if I take the rest of your clothes off you do you?" I asked. Sue blinked and broke the gaze. The hands and fingers continued to move over her breasts. She half nodded and then shook her head as if to clear her thoughts. "Was that a 'Yes' Sue? " She looked back at me again. "Was that a 'Yes' to taking the rest of your clothes off? Can we take off your skirt and knickers? " Sue tried to speak but then said nothing. "That's a 'yes' then is it? We can take your skirt and knickers off and look at what's in them? Open your legs and see what's between them? Perhaps have a little touch?" The hands were relentless at her breasts; she seemed to be having difficulty in forming words. "We're having so much fun with your breasts Sue; and I can tell that you're loving it too. Shall we extend the area of pleasure and go and play between your legs?" Mike pulled on her nipple and her head fell back with a groan. I leaned closer, "Was that a 'yes' Sue?" She opened her eyes a little and we all heard the muffled 'Yes'. I needed no second invite. I backed down her legs a little and then took hold of the waistband of her skirt and very slowly pulled it down over her hips. The top of her plain white cotton pants came into view. Reaching around and underneath me I pulled her skirt down to her knees and then sat down on her thighs again. I ran my hand lightly across the front of her plain white knickers. They were slightly baggy although she filled them beautifully. They were not the skimpy lacy strings that women wear these days but at that time they were the sexiest item of clothing imaginable. "That's lovely." I said feeling the material move over her tummy and mound. "Try it." The guys reluctantly let go of her breasts and moved down to run their hands across her knickers. Glyn dipped between her legs, "I can feel her crack" he said almost in awe. "You'll see it soon." I said. Sue was almost forgotten. She lay back as the boys crowded down her body to look and touch. Fingers began to feel around the edge of the elastic of her knickers. "Wait." I said and the fingers retreated. "Look first, touch later. Isn't that right Sue?" All eyes looked back at Sue, most only just remembering she was attached to the body they were exploring. Sue looked back at me. "That's right isn't it?" I said slowly. "Look first and then touch. That's OK with you isn't it?" Sue looked back at me and again nodded slowly. I smiled and stoked her mound through her knickers with the back of my fingers. "Good girl." I could feel a slight movement in her following the movements of my fingers. "Shall we take your knickers off now then?" Another slight nod. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her knickers and slowly pulled them down an inch. All eyes followed their progress. Almost mesmerised Sue watched my face. The waistband reached the top of her hipbone. Without letting go I traced the shape of the hip with my thumbs. "Lovely." Sue swallowed. I looked up into her eyes. "Lift your bottom for us Sue. Let me take your knickers off." Slowly her hips rose slightly and I slid the knickers down under her bottom. At the font the fine down of blonde hair that began at her navel suddenly began to broaden and coarsen; then her first real pubic hair began to appear. "They're blonde" said Roy. "'Course they bloody are" said Mike with a grin from ear to ear "what the hell did you expect? She's blonde isn't she?" As her knickers slid down her hips we could see that her public hair curved gently into a narrowing V, slowly thickening into tight blonde curls. Once she was complete exposed I pulled her knickers down her legs and they joined her skirt beneath me. There was absolute silence in the den; all eyes were locked onto her pubic mound. This is what we had come to see, what we wanted to see. This was the most forbidden territory, what we had all until now only talked about. "Bloody hell" breathed Dave. "I can't see it" said Roy. I reached around behind me and raising myself slightly pulled her skirt and knickers down to her ankles. Mike scooted down and pulled them over her shoes and off completely and then quickly came back to watch. They all looked at each other. When we set out this morning none of us would ever have believed that we would be here now, in this position, with Sue naked between us; not only naked but touchable and available. I looked at Sue, she was still watching me. "OK Sue" I said, "it's time to open your legs." Her eye's flinched but she did not move. "Come on Sue" said Dave "let the dog see the rabbit." I smiled. "Come on Sue, the boys want to see you. You don't want to let them down now do you?" Sue stared back at me. She looked beautiful. Pools of sunlight moved slowly over her skin making her body glow; her breasts still pink from recent handling, with their nipples still erect rose and fell in shallow breaths; I looked down the length of her lithe young body, down into the nestled curls of her shining blonde pubic hair. She watched me look at her, took in every movement of my eyes. She looked at the others, they were all studying her body; she must have been able to feel their collective breath on her skin. She lay there with her arms still outstretched all though no one was holding her anymore. I knew she was ready. I put my hands slowly down between her thighs and applied a slight outward pressure. "It's time Sue" I said "open your legs now and let us in." Her eyes never left me. Her legs opened an inch. As if the sacrifice was coming true a shaft of sunlight suddenly ran between her legs and glistened on some secret moisture hidden in the depths. With an audible intake of breath the guys all leaned forward for a better look. I increased the pressure on the inside of her thighs slightly and the gates of heaven swung open. I changed position so I could kneel in between her open knees. Between her open legs her blonde curls gave way to a view that was beyond our wildest imaginings. Everyone leaned in still further to look. Four guys head to head over Sue's hips and open legs. Where her hairs ended between her legs began a long interlocking fold of soft skin that ran lengthways down towards her bottom. The folds were pink and smooth with a few sparse hairs around them. A hint of moisture wetted the centre of the fold drawing all eyes to it. No one was sure what to do. We were spellbound by the sight. We all just looked and said nothing, mouths dry and eyes wide. As the guys leaned forwards hands gripped her knees and opened her legs wider so that we all could see. As her legs opened her lips moved as though they had a life of their own. As we watched her lips began to swell slightly, only a small movement but clearly visible to our intense gaze. As they swelled they seemed to part slightly and the first hint of a small, moist, pink gap began to appear between them. I was fascinated. I leaned forward for a closer look pushing the other out of the way until my nose only inches from her. "Open her legs more." I said and the guys opened her legs a little wider. It was enough. Her now puffy lips parted and I saw my first glimpse inside a woman. It was beautiful and intoxicating; a small coral entrance to an unknown land and I could smell her, my first experience of that extremely exciting and exotic scent. I snapped out of my trance and sat bolt upright cracking heads that were also trying to get closer. I looked around at them, some rubbing their heads ruefully, I was suddenly unsure of what to do now. My knowledge from this part on was sketchy at best, a mix of myth, stories and jokes. I looked at Sue. Her eyes were still on me; I couldn't read what was in them, part fear and part something else. "Go on then" said Dave being quite unspecific what I was expected to 'go on' with. I looked at Sue laying spread out before me and quite suddenly, as before, when our eyes met my nerves suddenly left me. "Gentlemen, settle yourselves down and relax." They looked at me and then visibly began to settle back, they trusted me and were ready for a show. "Get yourself a beer and take your time." I looked back into Sue's eyes. "We are about to take a tour of Sue." Once again Sue said nothing; she just stared back at me and licked her dry lips. I looked at Roy. "Be a Gentleman and make her comfortable." Roy obediently moved around behind her and lifted her head slightly and then rested her head on his stomach. Dave and Mike picked up a bottle of beer each and settled down on either side of her. I looked around, this had become almost surreal, it had taken on the air of a meeting in someone's front room. The guys were making themselves comfortable as I had seen them do a thousand times in front of a TV; and there was Sue, stretched out between us almost completely naked except for shoes and socks and her open, pushed aside, blouse. She was ours; to be used and explored as we wanted and taking my lead, the guys seemed to accept that they had all the time in the world. Roy casually leaned forward and took one of Sue's breasts in his hand and almost idly began to play with her nipple. I took a drink from Mike's bottle and then looked down at the girl spread out before me. As I looked at her face she now had a slight look of the proverbial rabbit caught in the car's headlamps; events had moved on a little too fast for her, she could never have guessed when she went for a walk with us this morning, a morning no different to thousands before, that within hours she would be spread-eagled and naked in front of us and that we would all have our hands on her. There was a time, even today, when she could have controlled events, but now she realised that we had taken that control away from her and she was powerless to stop what was happening to her, even if she wanted too; and that was by no means certain. Her eyes also gave her away, a mixture of fear and pleasure, confusion and lust. "Right then," I said to her "shall we begin?" I leant forward and ran my fingers through the curls that sat above her pussy. They were soft and sprang back as my fingers passed through them. Sue's legs twitched slightly and Dave and Mike reached out to hold her knees open. "She's OK." I said. "She'll keep her legs open for us. She wants this to happen." Bemused the guys looked at Sue. "Don't you Sue?" I said. She never moved, just lay there looking at me while Roy played with her breast. "Do you?" Asked Dave "as much as we do?" and he reached out and took her other breast in his hand. "Of course she does." I said and began to slowly stoke my finger down the length of her opening. Her pussy lips opened like the parting of the Red Sea. Sue tensed and a small sound escaped her. "You like that don't you?" I asked. Sue didn't speak. I eased her lips apart with my finger. I had to lean in to get a closer look. "What's it feel like?" Said Roy who could only see the top of my head from his angle, although I was certain he was enjoying Sue's breast and the view down her body to where I was knelt between her open legs must have been spectacular. "She's wet." I said. "She's supposed to be." Said Dave, "What else?". I ran my finger up to the top of her fold and sensed Sue stiffen. Using two fingers I opened her up. What looked like a small glistening nipple was peering out. "There's something here at the top. Looks a bit like another nipple." Mike and Dave leaned in to take a look. Holding her open with one hand I pointed to it. Mike shrugged his shoulders noncommittally. He reached forward and touched it. There was an immediate intake of breath from Sue and she stiffened and tried to close her legs. Mike and Dave quickly grabbed her knees and held her legs apart; Roy reached down and held her arms. I looked at Mike. "Shall we do that again?" Mike nodded. Holding her open the small protuberance was clearly visible. I brushed my finger lightly over it and Sue shuddered again. She looked up at me, "I think that we have found something here don't you?" I asked her but she didn't answer, I didn't really expect her to. I placed my finger on it and began to rub gently around in small circles. Not knowing what to expect the boys took a firmer grip on her arms and knees, holding her open, spreading her wider. Sue closed her eyes, her breathing becoming ragged as my finger moved in circles around her seemingly increasingly sensitive nub. I continued the motion with my fingertip. The nub seemed to have grown in size. I took it between my finger and thumb and very gently squeezed, Sue gave a low grunt and her head fell back. I released it and began the circling motion again. Sue began to shudder and very slowly her hips began rise to meet my finger. The guys were mesmerised. Roy and Dave held a breast each and stoked and pulled on her nipples while I continued rubbing gently around and around that small and glistening protuberance. Sue began to whimper slightly and moisture began to appear making her slick and wet. Mike and Dave continued to hold her legs open, watching her intently. Suddenly Sue's hips began to buck and writhe and her whole body went rigid, she let out a strangled cry and then, equally as suddenly, went completely limp. The guys were amazed. We all let go of her and sat back. "Fuck me!" Said Mike. "Is she alright?" Still cradling her head Roy looked closely at her, "yeah, she looks OK." Sue didn't move, she just lay there breathing heavily. Slowly she began to stir and opened her eyes. As soon as her eyes were open Dave cupped her breast and began experimentally pulling on her nipple. He looked up excitedly, "Lets see if we can do it again." Sue rolled her head as if to say 'no'. but we ignored her and as Mike and Dave held her knees I opened her up again with my fingers. As before I began to rub gently on the small nub. She instantly began to writhe and buck and this time the boys really had to hold her down as she seemed to be trying to get away from the fingers that were invading her. "Take it easy." Roy said to her and stroked the strands of hair out of her eyes. She seemed to relax slightly and immediately Mike and Dave began to work on her breasts in earnest, kneading and pulling on her nipples, while I continued to stroke between her legs. It didn't take long before we could all feel the tension building inside her again. Slowly her bottom came up off the floor to meet my fingers. The sight was fantastic. I increased the pace. The guys were working her breasts and holding her legs wide open while Roy held her head. "I think she's about to blow again!" said Roy watching her face intently. Almost as he said it she suddenly arched her back and this time she almost screamed before slowly subsiding in a series of jerky shudders. She lay quiet for a while as the guys continued to manipulate her breasts. A fine sheen of sweat shone on her skin in the sunlight. I was inspecting between her legs. Moisture was now leaking from her and running down between her legs. I rubbed my fingers in it. It felt so smooth and sticky. Mike said "Have you put your fingers inside her yet?" I looked at where the moisture was seeping from. It seemed so obvious that I wondered why I hadn't thought of it before. I gently inserted one finger inside her. For the first time I felt the wonderful warmth and softness as her vaginal walls closed around my finger. She moved her hips slowly, almost involuntarily, to meet the intrusion but otherwise she lay quiet. "Go on then" Mike said, "finger fuck her." He leaned over and felt between her legs for her. As his finger found her button she again gave a little grunt and tried to close her legs but I was knelt between them, Dave and Mike quickly held her open again. Once he had his finger in the right place he began to rub slowly just as I had been doing. He looked over at what I was doing, "Try use two fingers" he said. I pulled my finger out and then inserted two. Her walls closed around them like old friends. My fingers were slick with her juices. I began to work them back and forth, slowly in and out, we could all hear the sucking sound my fingers made as they moved inside her. Sue lay almost motionless for a minute but then our ministrations began to have their effect on her and her hips began to move again. Roy and Dave continued to play with her breasts while Mike and I worked between her legs. We were all experimenting with our own part of Sue. Dave leant in and took her nipple in his mouth and began to suck; you could tell by the look on his face that he was enjoying the sensation; and by the reaction from Sue so was she. From his position Roy cold not get his head to her other breast so he continued with his manual manipulations of her breast and nipple with one hand while he cradled her head and stroked her face with his other. Mike was leaning across her stomach working on her nub with absolute concentration. I was working my two fingers in and out of her and feeling all around her insides. I discovered that by curling my fingers slightly inside her I could touch another obviously very sensitive area. Under this combined assault Sue was again soon rising to our fingers. She was now almost continuously emitting small animal sounds which were steadily rising in volume. In the sunlight her body shone with sweat. As the volume of her cries rose we all increased our different actions watching Sue thrash about underneath our hands with an almost detached fascination. Suddenly she began to buck again and trashed about like a wild thing. We all leaned in to hold her down while keeping our hands working on her. The act of us holding her down just seemed to increase the effect our fingers and hands were having. With one last strangled cry Sue bucked as though to throw us all off and then collapsed and lay still. We all sat back and looked at her. Her breath was coming in short gasps and her skin was shiny with sweat. Strands of hair were lying across her face where she has thrashed her head about. Her body and breasts were covered in fingerprints and her pussy looked open and swollen when two sets of fingers had been probing and stroking. In short she looked fantastic. Roy looked up and grinned "let's swap" he said "I haven't seen anything of her pussy yet." We all nodded our agreements and shuffled around her naked body. Sue opened her eyes and looked at us. "No, please." She said. "Just give me a minute." Lying on her left hand side I stroked her face "Don't worry, the boys just want a look. Some of them haven't seen much of you yet." She just looked back at me. "You don't mind do you?" I asked. "It's only fair we all get a turn." Dave settled between her open legs while Mike and I lay on either side with her arms underneath us. Dave moved over slightly as Roy squeezed in for a closer look. Fingers began to explore and with a groan Sue closed her eyes again. I reached for her breast and then the nipple, still slick with Dave's saliva. Sue moaned again as fresh hands and lips found her breasts and while a new set of fingers began to explore inside her. ***** That first afternoon with Sue went on for hours. The boys all took their turn between her legs and Sue thrashed and moaned as fingers explored every nook and cranny of her young body. Her cries echoed around the woods and mingled with the excited shouts and laughs of the guys as they discovered something new. Interestingly the guys stayed fully clothed throughout. It somehow never occurred on that first afternoon to do any more than explore the lovely young body that had been presented so unexpectedly to us. Later, when the guys had had their fill and were finishing off the beer and talking amongst themselves while Sue lay between them, still on her back with her legs apart, Dave and I crawled out of the den into the bright sunshine and sat down. With our backs against a tree, looking into the den, we could see Sue slowly beginning to recover from the onslaught of hands that had played with her tender young body all afternoon. She slowly sat up and began to gather her clothes. Dave lit up a cigarette and passed one to me and I took it even though I did not really smoke, it seemed a grown up thing to do after what had been a very grown up afternoon; and besides I seemed to remember that people were expected to smoke after sex. An air of almost embarrassed silence had settled in the den, no-one sure what to do anymore. Boundaries had been crossed and things could never be the same again but a Sue with clothes suddenly put us back into the normal world. She pulled on her blouse and began to straighten her hair with her fingers. Her breasts moved enticingly underneath the thin material. "Do you think we'll get the chance to do that again?" Dave asked, his eyes on Sue as, still sitting, she began to wriggle into her skirt. "Do you think she'll let us?" "Did she actually 'let us' this time?" I asked. "What do you mean?" He looked puzzled. "Of course she let us." "I seem to remember holding her down while we took her clothes off" I pointed out "I don't think she had much choice." Dave shrugged noncommittally. "She seems to be none the worse for it" he said as we watched her shake her knickers free of grass and leaves. As she began to pull them over her feet she looked up and our eyes met, she smiled shyly and looked away and in that moment I remembered the control we had just exercised over her young body and somehow I understood that, in exercising that power, we had touched something quite fundamental in Sue's character. Something that needed to explored further. "She didn't put up much of a fight when we stripped her did she?" Dave asked almost casually returning to the question. "No, she didn't" I agreed. "Do you think she wanted us to?" He asked. "She didn't seem to object" I replied more to avoid a debate than anything else. "So do you think she'll let us do it again?" He asked again. "I think she might" I said stubbing out the half smoked cigarette "after all, it's only the start of the summer."

 Sarah Wikin's First Day by Prurient Purveyer   Sarah Wilkins was not a happy girl. She was at that stage where desperately unhappy has a fond memory to it and dark despair doesn't seem too bad at all really. Sarah had been bullied at school for the previous two years and in the past six months it had escalated to the point where daily physical intimidation, including several actual bashings, had occurred and the poor girl lived in constant fear. An additional and perhaps, given her age, equal pressure was the fact that not a single girl would adopt her as their friend and she was therefore both bullied and ostracised, a condition which commonly leads to nervous breakdowns and suicides. Why was she bullied? She had wondered endlessly about that. She had tried, as you would expect to behave in ways which wouldn't attract attention or cause animosity. She had tried and failed utterly. Although she hadn't realised it or perhaps rather had tried to suppress it her natural attraction was to girls and the messages she sent out subconsciously were picked up and found to be quite unnerving. So, really, the other girls' fear that they might want what they could see Sarah wanted was the main reason. As fate would have it her father Eric , a humble but highly regarded butcher at Colman's Butcheries, had been expressing his and his wife Vivian's fears for Sarah to his colleagues at smoko, and as he spoke , in a trembling voice, the tears had started rolling down his cheeks and he had had to stop- in fact he could not speak he was so upset- and he had moved away to the kitchen to wipe his eyes and try to regain his composure. His Manager had heard and seen Eric and had been deeply moved but also felt the futility of being unable to protect or help. He had told the company CEO about it and he in turn had discussed it with his wife. The company had been kept up to date with Sarah's life since the day Vivian found she was pregnant so this was no stranger to the Staff of Coleman's Meats; she was considered a part of the family. The CEO's wife had discussed Sarah's plight at one of the functions she attended and finally a solution presented itself. Another lady, Mrs Saunders, knew the Principal of an Exclusive Girls School which, she was sure, would provide the environment in which Sarah would thrive. She had approached the Principal , who had asked her to proceed with an application with all haste and had rung one of the Guardian Angels to ask for funding for this girl Sarah should the application stack up. Funding was agreed to immediately and Sarah was required to complete an IQ Test, A Personality Test and Star in a 5 minute DVD where she spoke about herself. (it was very funny) Admission was approved, and Sarah was kitted out in her new school uniform on the Saturday and was driven to the school early Monday. A fortunate piece of timing as it turned out as the gang leaders had decided that Sarah was to be done over that very morning. And so, not knowing how lucky she had been, Sarah sat in the car, it was a limousine; she didn't care about cars, she just knew it was much bigger than her mum and dad's car. Her focus was on how she was going to survive in this new school. She was sure they wouldn't like her; well how could they? They would all be from well to do families and she was the daughter of a butcher, a tradesman. She had no answer to the question how she would cope and so she fretted and chewed her nails as she felt the reassuring veil of depression settle over her. She was delivered to the school, her luggage was taken by the driver (a lady) to her new quarters and Sarah was told it was time for assembly. She followed the others and found herself in a very impressive auditorium surrounded by very impressive and very confident looking girls. "Oh shit," she thought," This is going to be even worse than I thought." She had thought they might be rich but dumb. No way, dumb didn't get through the door- very smart was a minimum requirement. Assembly started, was asked to stand, was applauded and the voices droned on, as they do at assemblies the world over, and she got more depressed. Finally it was over and she was to go to her form class. A girl told her to follow her and clutching her school bag Sarah duly did. The class was small, just sixteen girls including her and the seats arranged in two sets of four on either side of a open space which served as an aisle. Sarah was seated second right in the front row (Just great) on the left side. She was welcomed and her teacher hoped she would pick up the work they were doing and expressed her confidence she would. A confidence totally unshared by Sarah. The subject was English and the topic Chaucer. Her teacher, Mrs McKenzie, was a former lecturer at Cambridge University and the lecture was her famed Stage Three one. Not surprisingly it was too much for Sarah and she sank even deeper into her despair. She stewed over what she could do, how horrible it would be here, what they would be saying about her at the old school, would she ever find a girl who would be her friend. It was her she decided.It was, everyone hated her and so on and deeper and deeper she sank into her depression. And then something happened- she started to cry. She didn't want to, she did everything she could not to; including blinking, biting her lip, forcing her eyes wide open, blinking again but all to no avail. What she had bottled up finally had to come out and she sat there in complete and utter despair with the tears rolling down her cheeks. She dared not wipe her eyes for fear of drawing attention to herself nor could she sniff or , blow her nose for the same reason. But it was worse that that; she really was crying and she made sobbing sounds which she hoped no one would hear. She also shook and her face was scrunched up so it was very clear -despite her best efforts to hide it- that she was distraught. Mrs McKenzie was in full flight on Chanticleer and Pertelote when Sarah saw her give her a come to me signal with her forefinger. Sarah shrugged and Mrs McKenzie, still in full flight on the rooster and his hen, smiled at her and repeated the gesture. Sarah got up and feeling utterly humiliated walked to her teacher. Mrs McKenzie put her arm out for Sarah to come in for a cuddle and, once Sarah was in place, put her arm round her and carried on with the lecture. The lecture ended shortly after and Mrs Mckenzie now put both arms round Sarah hugged her tight. Had Sarah been able to see the other girls she would have seen that they also had tears in their eyes having been well aware of her situation- they had voted for her to come to the class (loved the DVD) - and had spent the time of the Chaucer lecture observing Sarah and wanting to comfort her ( they didn't understand a word of it either.) They hadn't been allowed to comfort her - Mrs McKenzie and the other teachers had decided on what to do for Sarah and they had decided she had to cry. And cry she did. She felt a hand on her shoulder and lifting her head from the top of Mrs McKenzie's breast looked around. "Sweat heart Phillipa will take you now, OK?" Mrs McKenzie said gently to her. Sarah nodded and managed a little smile as Phillipa brought her round to her and hugged her. She then rocked Sarah off balance and scooped her up with her right hand: Sarah put her arms round Phillipa's neck. She was amazed at how easily this girl could carry her and how nice she was. "Gosh," she thought, "they're all so nice." There was an arm chair at the side of the classroom for visitors: Phillipa took her there and sat with Sarah on her lap. The other girls sat round on the carpet and Sarah could see now that they had tears in their eyes too. " For me?" she asked meekly,wiping her eyes and meaning their tears. They nodded and every one of them smiled for her. She was cheering right up now and loved being on Phillipa's lap. "This is nice," she said to Phillipa ,doing a little wriggle. "Glad you like it darling," Phillipa replied with a smile and hugging her tight. Sarah was ready to stand and when she did so the other girls came to her and hugged and kissed her and said nice things to her so that the tears came again but they were happy tears and the terrible times she had endured faded into the past. However there was more to come. Sarah and the other girls returned to their seats, the new girl smiling happily at her new found friends, when Mrs McKenzie announced it was time for Phys Ed. Sarah's heart sunk. Of all the cruel jokes to play, just when she was happy and feeling at home. That! If there was one time at school Sarah loathed it was Physical Education . She was hopeless; couldn't run (fast) couldn't catch, couldn't hit, panicked under pressure and so on. She had managed to become the gear carrier, the fetchit girl, any role which would remove her from the humiliation of showing how mediocre her physical prowess was. The other girls were smiling. Why? Oh, they were good. Guarantee it she thought. And the blackness which hadn't in truth gone very far returned. It returned and mocked her. They know you're a sook now Sarah and soon they'll know you're an unco-ordinated ninny too. Mrs McIntyre had seen her face fall and was amazed at how quickly the depression had returned She knew her history but having seen her so happy just seconds before, well,it was puzzling- if she had dared admit it very worrying. She didn't because she had a plan to work to and she would. 'Right girls I think we can get changed now, Andrea will you buddy up with Sarah here?" Andrea was the one Sarah had really felt a connection with and glowed when Andrea gave her a lovely big smile. Everyone was out of their seat with Andrea coming over to Sarah. As she did however she started undressing. So was everyone else- including Mrs McIntyre. Must have their Gym frocks or whatever underneath she thought starting to panic. But no one stopped, item after item came off until the only one wearing anything at all was her. Her naked teacher spoke; "Sweetheart we do phys ed in the nude here, that's one reason why its so popular. Know what the second reason is?" Sarah had no idea so she shook her head. "All the things we do are sex games. OK, you get exercise but I would be horrified if you didn't get off too. Now Andrea would you help Sarah get ready and I'll go and see if I can get Miss Rutherford to help out with today's session." Sarah was soon nude and far from just being one naked girl in a group of others she was looked at, touched and got lovely comments on her body- she had nice breasts,really? and a cute butt. true? Oh and great legs, no way? Really? In short her lack of confidence in her body was being swept aside. Not only that she was being touched, Andrea had put her hand straight on her pussy and Melanie was rubbing her palm over Sarah's nipples. The other girls were doing the same sorts of things to each other as well. She looked out the window as her naked teacher walked across the quadrangle to Mrs East's class where Miss Rutherford was on secondment. She just walked naked into the classroom and Sarah could see her gesture at Miss Rutherford. To her surprise both Mrs East and Miss Rutherford started to undress and continued until both were nude. 'Are they both going to help?" Sarah asked. "No," replied Andrea," the rules are if the teacher offers then she gets to spend the day nude- with her own class but Miss Rutherford will come and help Mrs McKenzie and she will be nude." "But why does Mrs East want to?" "Oh all the teachers love being nude in front of us. They have all these rules so they can as a reward- yesterday Mrs McKenzie spent the day naked in front of us. It was lovely?" "Do you touch her?" Sarah asked, still amazed at what she was seeing and hearing. "Oh goodness yes.I got her of twice yesterday myself. After Phys Ed we get to stay nude too. Hey, your pussy?" "Yes?" "Want me to shave it for you?" Sarah looked down, then she twigged; all the other girls were shaved and she was hairy. "Oh ny God!" she exclaimed,"Oh yes please. Where?" Andrea led her to the bathroom out the back and there she got out a razor and shave cream. "We often do touch ups," Andrea told her as she lathered Sarah's pussy.She shaved expertly and soon every hair had gone- Sarah had shaved her legs and underarms the night before. "Hmm, oil," muttered Andrea, she came up with a bottle which she opened and poured a liberal quantity on Sarah's front and back. This was rubbed in till Sarah positively gleamed, she saw herself in the mirror and thought she looked pretty damn hot . "So do we run after the others now?" she asked, "No! We go and introduce you to the other classes." Sarah's eyebrows shot up. "The whole school's been watching you." "When? How?" "We have camera's in every room. They watched you from the time you entered the class room, we-" "When I was looking like such a pill trying not to cry? Then?" Andrea's nodded. "Don't be embarressed honey, we all wanted you to cry, you just had too. OK? We all love you. OK? Now I have to introduce you round the school. So, come on." They held hands and walked to the next door class. The teacher, Mrs Hopkins, came to the door and brought them inside holding Sarah's hand. She stripped as she told Sarah how glad they were to have her there and the girls got up and hugged and fondled Sarah and Andrea to the point Sarah thought she was close to an orgasm. She didn't escape. "You're nearly there darling," noted Mrs Hopkins. Sarah nodded bashfully. "Oh you're a shy wee thing aren't you? Elizabeth honey, would you just get me off? Thanks." Elizabeth, a skinny brunette came over and caressed her naked teacher's pussy. In next to no time Mrs Hopkins was orgasming in front of her class. "You see dear, no embarresment, just enjoy having one so we can enjoy watching. May I have the honour of getting you there?" She was lovely and Sarah nodded happily. She stood with legs apart as Mrs Hopkins frigged her and had her first public orgasm to enthusiastic applause. She looked up at a large TV screen at the front of the class- she or rather her bald pussy was on display. She put her fingers in and wriggled them around- God she thought I am so slippery- now the camera moved up to her face and she blew it a kiss. "OK honey," said Mrs Hopkins,"Time for you to move on to Mrs Smith's class. Feigning extreme reluctance the bubbly Sarah went hand in hand with melanie to Mrs Smitk's class where, as expected Mrs Smith greeted her with a full open mouthed kiss and had stripped off within one minute of them getting through the door. Again Sarah orgasmed and again she was in love with an entire class room of girls. Blowing them a kiss she and Andrea went to Mrs East's class and finally Miss Hendiksen's. Same result both times. "OK, now we go to your favourite activity," Andrea told her with a big grin on her face. Sarah smiled back at her and gave her hand a squeeze. "Wow that was fun," she gasped, then she looked into Andrea's eyes," but it was more fun doing it with you." Andrea pulled her into her and with the teachers and pupils of five of the six classes watching Sarah and Andrea kissed passionately, grinding their bodies together and squeezing each other tight. They looked up as they heard the cheers and waved grinning to their audience. Now they went down to the Phys ed class. Andrea had fallen in love with Sarah from the moment she saw her DVD. The other girls had been taken with her immediately but Andrea, well Andrea was besotted. She had freely confessed her adoration for Sarah to her teacher and classmates, infact anyone who would listen and so it wasn't by chance that Mrs McKenzie had called Andrea's name to be Sarah's buddy. She and the whole school, including the Angels, were wondering and hoping Andrea's love for Sarah might be reciprocated. It was, as we have seen, very much reciprocated and the girls felt a bond with each other that neither had before. They laughed and giggled saying silly things and relishing just being in each other's company. The sports field was situated down a path between a glade of trees and was several hundred yards long by close on a hundred wide. Off to the side was a small lake and it was alongside the lake that the day's exercises would take place. As they approached the other girls came forward a hole opening in the middle of them so that when Sarah and Andrea got to the group they were surrounded. For Sarah this was a time of immense pleasure. She loved being with Andrea and she had loved everything she had experienced since the moment Mrs McKenzie first wiggled her finger at her but the experience of being wanted- not just tolerated or accepted but actually wanted- by the whole group was special for her for she was, as girls of her age very much tend to be, a herd animal.She enjoyed her moments in the limelight but more important than anything was the confidence and security of knowing she belonged. The girls were formed into a single line and Miss Ferguson went through doing odds and evens to divide them into the two teams. Andrea and Sarah had been holding hands and so having been next to each other they were placed on opposite teams. Mrs McKenzie appointed the team captains: Phillipa was Captain of the Red Team and Stephanie captain of the Blue Team; Sarah was in The Red Team.The Captains had agreed on the three games to be played and drew their teams apart for the team talk. It must be said that losing was probably, actually, no, definitely the way to go but it was a demonstation of character that we do our best, Phillipa told them, adding that it was an insult to your fellow competitor not to do your very best to win. The stirring speech was soaring over Sarah's head however as she wondered why it was better to lose. In her experience at sport, at which she had always lost despite, in her own way, doing all she could to win the consequences of defeat were never fun- even more so than when she was getting beaten up in the playground. Once she had finished Phillipa came over to Sarah and took her hands in hers. 'Nervous?" she asked looking into Sarah's eyes and demanding an answer. Yes she was, very so she replied,"Oh, um a bit I suppose." She couldn't hold Phillipa's eye and looked away but Phillipa wouldn't let her, "look at me darling, come on, look at me." Sarah brought her eyes up again and looked into Phillipa's eyes and at her face. Phillipa was smiing and Sarah saw such warmth in her eyes that she just wanted to keep looking into them. Her face broke into a smile and she nodded, still looking into Phillipa's eyes and remembering how magical it had felt to be held by her. Phillipa grinned and pulled her in for a quick hug. "OK babe, lets get started huh?" she said very quietly to Sarah then,loudly, to all her team,"come on guys lets get going."A team cheer was forthcoming and with the others Sarah went to the first contest. Thiw was a wheel barrow race with a slight difference; a dildo was inserted in the wheelbarrow's pussy and she had to ensure it stayed in there as she was wheeled to the finish line.If it came out she had to stop and have it reinserted after she had had four spanks with the paddle- which for Sarah's Team Miss Ferguson was to administer and she looked very strong. Sarah was still a virgin boywise but she had, at fifteen,had things up her pussy many times so this was no threat- keeping it in though sounded like it might be. Phillipa lead off for their team and was soon into an early lead when, disaster- the dildo slipped out- she could see it going- and Phillipa was forced to kneel and wait for the four spanks from Miss Ferguson. The sounds were like gunshots. "Oh God," thought Sarah ,"she hits really hard." After each one Phillipa said a very obedient "thank you Miss Ferguson" then, after the fourth waited for her wheeler to insert the dildo and resume the race. Her competitor had gained a lead but just before the cone her dildo had fallen out too and like Phillipa she had knelt waiting to be paddled and also like Phillipa she had obediently said her thank you's for the paddling. At the end though it was Blue Team slightly ahead. The next girl,Rosemary had tried to keep her legs pressed together but was forced to widen them due to the howls of indignation from her other team members who had moved so the wheeler wasn't blocking the view and wanted a view worth seeing. Rosemary's pussy was, Sarah decided, definitely a view worth seeing. But try as she might she couldn't stop the dildo falling out and she too took her paddling. She had turned to pick up the dildo and Sarah could see her face. Far from being unhappy at the punishment she had just had she looked as if she was about to have an orgasm and the long hidden notion arose within Sarah that ,sometimes, pain might be pleasurable. Sarah's turn was next and she knelt waiting. Her pussy was dripping and the dildo was thrust deep into it. She tried to fasten her vagina walls to cling to the shaft and thought she might have nailed it until the wheelbarrow started and she felt each hand movement jarring and put all her concentration into her biceps and shoulders which ached so that her pussy relaxed and out it slid. "Oh fuck!" she thought and copied what she had seen the other girls do. Sure enough Miss Fergusson came along side her and gave the first swot. 'Ahh," she squealed ,the thought that pain might be pleasurable instantly forgotten, that hurt. 'Thank you Miss Fergusson," she said in a very subdued little voice. "Oh dear," Mrs Ferguson thought at hearing that. She bent down and whispered in Sarah's ear "the spanking is the fun part honey. Focus on your butt and feel the spank connect to your clit- you can stroke your clit while I'm spanking you, Ok?" Sarah turned her head to look at her, she nodded as bravely as she could and waited, stroking her clit as she did so. The second, third and fourth smacks were harder and she loved them- her pussy was gushing and her wheeler had to wait until she had finished squirting before she reinserted the dildo and they started off again. Sadly Sarah wasn't very good at this and stopped twice more with four more spanks each time. She watched from just past the turn as her rival, who also had a spanking-but only one- crossed the finish line. Sarah had her head down though going for all she was worth to get there for her team but for Phillipa,whom she adored, especially. She felt gutted; she had so wanted to do well and she had let them all down so she guessed they mightn't be so friendly now and couldn't blame them really. Well, she'd do her best and just have to hope they wouldn't turn on her too much- maybe she could carry the gear next time, like she used to.Oh and maybe she could read her book over by the side till everyone had finished. Then she heard her name; the girls were calling her name, "Come on Sarah" "Keep going Sarah, you're doing great' "Come on Sarah ,not far now" and so on. And cheering and all for her. She looked up and the girls on both teams were waving and cheering her on. She tingled and forced her aching shoulders to go faster till she finally crossed the line; then she collapsed. The other girls pulled her up- yes by her aching shoulders- and pressed against her, just for a few seconds but she knew despite her absolute certainty while she was doing the wheelbarrow that they wouldn't think much of her that they admired her for what she had done. What she had done was make it a stone cold certainty that her team would lose but they loved her for the way she had pushed her unfit- but still very cute- body past it's limits to do her best for them. They did lose and it was time to line up for their punishment. Stephanie just said one word, 'Doggy." Obediently Phillipa and the other girls, including Sarah knelt with their weight supported by their arms and waited. Sarah felt a finger checking her pussy- it slid straight in,as you might have expected. Next she felt the girl's hands under her tummy pulling her up a little followed by more fingering in her pussy and toying with her clit. In a voice much louder than she wanted Sarah demanded " Oh for fuck's sake stick it in me!" She said it at a time of absolute silence and the other girls roared, The shaft which was now in her pussy shook as Cindy laughed. 'Sorry darling, its in now OK?" Sarah nodded.Oh God was it ever in! It filled her up and went all the way deep into her pussy. Cindy had grabbed round her thighs to push in and now she changed grip to leaning right over and grabbing Sarah's titties. She pulled really hard on them and Sarah who had never had her tits worked like that loved it.She arched her back and pushed back against the shaft wanting it in deeper still. 'Cum bitch, cum you dirty little slut,"Cindy hissed in her ear then went back and used one hand to smack Sarah's still very pink ass.it was too much and Sarah's pussy erupted again. Cindy pushed her gently to the ground flipped her onto her back and got down between her legs. Sarah lay limp with her legs wide apart as Cindy's tongue explored her. 'Well?" Sarah heard a voice, she thought it might have been Stephanie, demand. The tongue left her pussy briefly as Cindy gave her report, "Oh so nice!" Then her tongue resumed licking out Sarah's very wet pussy. 'Time!" called Mrs McKenzie and they all returned to their teams. Sarah felt a bit awkward- not at the fucking but at having had all the fun while Cindy and the other girls hadn't had a turn really. The next game was running race- just one slight challenge and that or they rather would probably be the nipple and pussy clamps and the weights hanging from the chains attached to them. Sarah had never has a clamp near her pussy or her nipples,although she had pinched her nipples a few times. This time it was all sixteen girls running to the finish line- which was about sixty yards away. Addrea put the clamps on Sarah's nipples, attached the chains and hung the weights from them. It was not sexy at all thought Sarah, Oh My God. Oh Fuck. She wanted so much not to offend anyone but her biceps tensed as she pressed her hands together and the veins stood out on her neck and ther were various other giveaways- especially the look on her face- that she was not happy. Andrea was immediately aware of the tenseness and looked up at Sarah's face. 'Oh my God!" she thought and wanted to take the clips off straightaway.She and Sarah were being watched of course so when they could see what was happening Mrs McKenzie went over ,smiled down at Andrea and taking Sarah's hands in hers placed them on Sarah's head. She then very gently traced a path down from her head over her armpits down her sides and across to her pussy. Sarah was trembling and now the clamps felt oh so good. Mrs Mckenzie took Sarah's head in her hands with the fingers of her left hand under the throat, the right over the top of her head and tilted Sarah's head for a kiss. Sarah moved her hands to the back of her head loving being under the control of this lady she so utterly worshipped. Mrs McKenzie looked into her eyes as she came forward her moist lips parted then closed her eyes as their lips met. She had the most wonderful perfume Sarah thought as she felt her Teacher's tongue probing her mouth. She thrilled at the tongue in her mouth and rolled hers round with it and accepted the invitation to push her's into the other's mouth. She was, infact, a great kisser; a long tongue which could hook right back and a natural inclination to slow sensual kissing made her a pure joy to kiss. Which is probably why that particular kiss took so long. The girls applauded when they finally broke. Mrs McKenzie smiled while Sarah blushed then had a little smile on her face. She looked down and there was a clip on her pussy too, she hadn't felt it while she had been kissing Mrs McKenzie but she felt it now. Oh my she though,it feels fantastic. And so, finally, like eventually, the race started. Sarah found as she tried to run that the weights snapped down as her feet landed giving a real hard tug on her nipples and her pussy. She ran alongside Andrea and they held hands as they ran. They didn't, in truth, run very fast and were able to exchange a few words. "I love you," Sarah said looking over at her and giving Andrea's hand a squeeze. 'Love you doll," came the reply with a squeeze from Andrea. The finish line was in sight soon and they let go to have a real race for the finish. Andrea won- but only just and was puffing after. Sarah was amazed at how fast her great legs, she loved that "great legs," ahhhh had carried her. She had suppressed the feel of the weights and just gone for it running as hard as she could; going past some very surprized girls in the process. She came seventh and Andrea, who was really fit, had come fourth. They hugged after the race and then hugged the other girls too. While they waited for the official placings they stood back to back kissing Stephanie and Abigail. The result was in and it was another win to the Blue Team. The two teams lined up opposite each other in the order they finished within their team. A contrived way, Sarah thought with some cynicism to mix us up. Then she smiled; she was enjoying trying out different girls as much as they enjoyed trying out her. This time she was handed a vibrator and lube. Alyse's pussy was soaked so what was the lube? Oh yeah,"silly me," though Sarah. Alyse was very pretty blonde girl. She had stumbled just short of the finish line- yes, possibly on purpose- and had been elated at the prospect of Sarah's tongue in her pussy.She had seen how quickly Sarah caught on but had been there long enough to know this first session for the new girl was always about her. That meant if there wasn't a lot of skill there then that was Alyse's tough luck. So Alyse stood with legs apart smiling a little nervously while she waited for Sarah to, well, do something. Sarah had never had to please a girl before and the prospect, although exciting, was quite daunting. The dreaded "what ifs" hovered in her mind. "What would you like me to do ,um, first?" she asked after a few pregnant seconds. "I'd love to have you kiss me," Alyse said, suddenly feeling quite shy, " I've been looking forward to that." It was such a lovely thing to say and Sarah felt a sudden rush of affection for her. She put the things on the grass and moved in for a kiss with Alyse. After it Alyse was limp; she could barely stand and, seeing that, Sarah lowered her gently to the ground to lie on her back. She got the lube, squirted some on the tip of the dildo and rubbed it down the sides then pushed the nozzle inside Alyse's butthole and squirted a generous amount in there.Alyse had her legs drawn up and everything she had was presented for Sarah to see and play with as she wanted. Sarah was aware her role was to give pleasure- sexual pleasure that is; her pleasure would come from seeing the pleasure Alyse gained from what she did for her. And so, filled with such noble desires, she pushed the vibrator gently at Alse's butthole, which defiantly resisted her every effort to insert the toy. Surprised at first she pushed harder, anxious not to hurt this beautiful creature, and the tip slid in. She had pushed so hard that the whole shaft went in causing Alyse to gasp in pain. Sarah pulled it out immediately hating herself for what she had done. Alyse's thighs clamped together and she curled into a ball with a grimace on her pretty face. She was in agony. She knew that Sarah hadn't meant to hurt her and put her arm out for this darling girl to come in for a hug so she could show she didn't hold it against her and she did love her. Mrs Ferguson made her way quickly to the girls and put the ice pack she had been holding for just such an event on Alyse's butthole. "Oh goodness!" thought Alyse,"that feels so much better." It wasn't long before the pain was gone and Mrs Ferguson guided Sarah in reinserting the vibe easing it in and then, once in and with ALyse's butthole widened, encouraged Sarah to push it in and out and wiggle it round in there. Sarah knew what to do with Alyse's pussy and lowered her face sniffing in the scent of Alyse's arousal then licking long and slow deep in her pussy. Alyse lay with her head on the ground, eyes closed and mouth open enjoying the moment. She came and was coming down when Sarah sent her off again and a third time when- and she hardly ever did this-she gushed. Sarah was thrilled, she had been so anxious about pleasuring Alyse and obviously she had but the pleasure she felt wasn't in her sense of achievement but in seeing the joy Alyse was feeling. The other girls had finished a minute or so earlier and had gathered round to watch. Alyse opened her eyes and looked up at her friends gathered round all with smiles on their faces looking down at her pussy, or rather at Sarah licking her out and then the massive gush as Alyse had the biggest orgasm-and she had had plenty- she had ever had. The other girls broke into enthusiastic applause and Sarah looked up, a little embarressed at being singled out but happy to know what she was doing must be near enough to good enough. Alyse stood up and kissed Sarah on the cheek. 'Thank you," she breathed into Sarah's ear then moved away to be in her team. Once again the two teams lined up. This time the game was hogtie.Steph and Cindy gave a demonstration. The game was about speed and tactics; there was no place for brute force because as soon as a girl had her cord round the other girl's wrist the girl had to stand still and let her hand be puled behind her back, then the other one to join it, lie on her tummy and allow her legs to be pulled up so the winner could complete the hogtie. The demonstation ended with Stephanie , who was bigger and stronger than Cindy lying on her tummy, her feet and hands hogtied behind her back and a happy smile on her face. As you have no doubt worked out there was just one problem with this game and that was that nearly all the girls wanted to lose. Mrs Mckenzie had an answer to that as you may have expected from someone so clever an' all: herself. The girls on the winning side who craved being hogtied would be done by her. The girls were paired off and Sarah was paired of with Ming a skinny pretty chinese girl. The were given their rope and found a spot to play in. Sarah had an idea of what was required but she was up against the class champ. She circled trying to work out how to get her rope round Ming's wrist, on and on she went hoping for an opening when Ming changed direction and darted in to loop her cord round Sarah's left wrist. Sarah pulled instinctively then remembered the rules; she stood still expecting her hand to be pulled behind her but it wasn't.Ming pulled her wrist up and bent her arm over and secured it and the other behind Sarah's neck then she stopped. Ming was the one everyone wanted to lose to, after a great show of resistance- sometimes lasting seconds- because of her skill in hogtying them.She put her mouth close to Sarah's ear "honey I can just tie you up or I can tie you so you'll go unconscious, what do you want?" "Well, erhem," thought Sarah, "that's a toughie," and after mulling the options for a full tenth of a second she let her chin sink to her chest and looked up with a shy little look on her face. "I've never tried going unconscious..." 'Would you like to?" A smile flashed over Sarah's face and she nodded. She was scared and excited at the same time. She sank to her butt and allowed Ming to push her legs up so her thighs were pressing on her tummy then had Ming push her butt up- she was on her back now- and manouver her legs so her calves were resting against her shoulders and from there Ming looped the cord round her right ankle ,then round her left back and round the right and finally pulled, securing Sarah's legs behind her head. Sarah couldn't believe what had happened; she had never thought of herself as being terribly flexible but now, well, here she was but what about the? Ming was still working but before she looped the rope around Sarah's neck she asked," sure?" "Uh huh." "Don't try to breathe just let yourself go with it." With that Ming looped the rope round Sarah's neck twice and pulled tight. Her aim was to cut of the blood supply rather than suffocate her and she had done two loops that crossed over at the arteries in Sarah's neck so the inner one coud be pressed into the side of her neck and into the nerve and arteries. Sarah felt her breath constricted and tensed then forced herself to relax and waited to feel herself drifting off. She felt foggy for a few seconds and then she felt herself going and was fast asleep. Ming untied her after a few more seconds as both Miss Ferguson and Mrs MeKenzie came over. Concerned at first they saw Sarah was lying utterly relaxed and clearly in no danger. She woke just over a minute later and a smile broke out as she remembered where she was. Andrea, who had watched her for every second was right beside her on the ground. 'How do you feel? Are you sore? I wouldn't have let Ming harm you, you know," and her own desperate unhappiness at her darling taking any sort of risk shone through in her barrage of questions. There was concern born of love in her voice and Sarah felt it immediately. "Would you rather I hadn't?" Sarah asked her, thrilled that someone cared so much about her. Andrea shrugged then nodded, "I mean its pretty safe, you know usually but its not completely, you know..." Ming , who had been kneeling beside Sarah corrected her. "What I did was very light and the rope was just tight enough to lessen the blood flow, it did no damage to your throat sweetie but I should have thought there are more people to consider sometimes. Sorry Andrea honey." Andrea went over for a hug, she hadn't held it against Ming she had just been terrified and it all got a bit overwhelming for her so she hugged Ming then went back to holding Sarah who was, infact, fine. They had reached the end of the phys ed and given the games they played it wasn't unusual for girls to get emotional, sometimes very, so this was taken in their stride by the other girls with Steph and Phillipa coming over. Ming had been affected by Andrea and now she was crying too so Sarah walked in the middle, one hand holding Ming's; the other holding Andrea's while Steph had her arm round Andrea's shoulders and Phillipa did likewise with Andrea. They were just there marveled Sarah, when ever there was anything happen they were there. For a girl for whom there had never been anyone anywhere it was a truly lovely feeling. It was usual for the teams to end with a real BDSM style Mistress Slave session but the Head Mistress, who had come down to watch and was dressed accordingly had decided that was going to be too much as the girls had just about worn themselves out and Sarah certainly had. They sat down to a very nice lunch, the holes in the seats unused for the dildos the mistresses normally stuck in their Slaves pussies and the slaves, this time, not hand fed by the Mistresses. Instead once lunch was over they lay on a padded area in the shade, found someone to cuddle up with and fell asleep. Sarah sought out Andrea who was wondering if she had overdone it and if she hadn't imagined that Sarah felt as much for her as she did for Sarah. 'There you are," Sarah said in the bossiest voice she could put on,"I've been looking for you young lady." 'Why?" 'Cause I love you Silly Billy! Now come and lie down here with me next to Cindy and Ming and I bet I'm asleep first!" And she was too, Andrea watched her go off to sleep, leaned over and kissed her then fell asleep alongside.

Showing Myself by IndianaWoman Showing Myself Ch. 08 I meet up with some friends.... I know it sounds like I was a total loser, but being an American in a military family in Germany I didn't have much choice but to live with my parents, but it was ok. They were pretty boring, but they were not controlling or anything, not that they had to be. I didn't do drugs and didn't drink a lot, and I caused no problems. But my mom had noticed a change in me, particularly my fashion sense. She didn't say anything until one day when I was getting ready to go to Monika's house for a sleepover. Ok, I know your porn brains are running overtime, but really, Monika and her husband had invited me over for dinner and wine, and said I could spend the night if it got late. Of course, Monika would make sure it got late, but I trusted them. Lol! Anyway, my mom asked where I was going, and I said, "I know this couple, and they're a few years older than me and he just got a job with an American company, and I'm helping him with his English. She's really nice to me, and we go shopping and go out for coffee, and she has helped me bring my fashion up a notch. She bought that dress for me that I showed you." At the moment, I was wearing a cute leather skirt and a tight purple cardigan sweater, and underneath I had on garters and a pretty bra that Monika had bought for me. I wasn't sure if mom knew about the sexy stuff I was wearing, but she did look at me curiously, and said, "Yes, I noticed you haven't been the tomboy that we're used to. You should bring them over for dinner sometime so I can thank her." Well, I suppose that was a compliment! But I told her I may or may not be back that night, but not to worry, they said I could stay over if necessary. I took the bus to their place and they met me at the door. God, Monika was so darned elegant, even in casual attire! I wanted to be just like her! And funny enough, as you read in the last story, Kari said something very similar years later. I knew exactly how she felt. They invited me in, and it was somehow surreal. Here I was, sitting in the living room with a couple that I had watched having sex in a porn theater while I masturbated next to them, and now I was having a glass of wine while her husband was talking about what he made for dinner. He disappeared into the kitchen, and Monika whispered in her broken English, "You sleep here tonight. I know, no sex with you, but I want you here." I just looked at her and could hear a bit of pleading in her voice, and I just nodded. This would be a night to remember, for sure! I won't bore you with the details, but we had a wonderful dinner, and took our places back in the living room. Monika's husband did most of the talking because his English was much better, but it was inevitable that the discussion would turn to sex. "Jennifer, we want to offer you something. Here in my hand I have a new roll of film. We think you would like it if I took some very sexy pictures of you for your eyes only. I take the pictures, and then give the film to you and you can do what you wish with it. I have taken many pictures of Monika and she will help you. You will appreciate this when you are older." I suspected what they had in mind, and I nodded ok. I would have the roll of film afterwards, so there was no harm in it. This wasn't the day of the internet where the pictures could be sent everywhere. We went to their bedroom and Monika took a box from the closet and opened it and spread out a bunch of pictures, all of them of her from over the years. She selected a few and handed them to me, saying, "When I was your age." I looked at them, and she was so beautiful! I liked one in particular where she was standing near a window completely nude and her legs slightly parted. The sunlight highlighted the wisps of hair between her legs, and I could see the outline of her lips. Another one showed her full breasts hanging down as she leaned forward. Then, there were some explicit ones where she had her mouth around her husband's cock as she knelt in front of him. I had seen her in person doing this, but this was somehow more exciting. I said, "Ok, but you need to tell me what to do. I'm too shy to just act sexy. Even in the theater, I just pretend I'm alone while others watch." They said something together that I couldn't understand, and then laughed. They explained that that's what made me so sexy, and why the pictures will be perfect. He said there were 36 pictures on the roll, and I can do whatever I want. I told Monika to direct me, and she said to just pretend they weren't there and to imagine I just came home and was undressing for bed. I pulled my sweater off and revealed the sexy bra that Monika bought for me, and I heard the camera click. I can't explain why, but I immediately became drenched, knowing they were looking at me. I unsnapped my skirt and let it fall to the floor. I heard the camera click again as I stepped out of it and stood there in just a bra and panties and garters. There was a full length mirror in the room, and I looked at myself, and didn't think I looked too bad. I was blessed with a nice round butt that I still get compliments on, and my stomach was nice and flat, and my breasts, although not large, stood out very nicely, especially in that bra. I was waiting for directions, but Monika just looked at me and smiled. I hooked my thumbs in my panties and started to push them down and then hesitated, and I heard the camera click once more. I pushed them off and kicked them away, and sat on the bed. I unhooked my bra, and leaned forward, trying to emulate a picture I saw of Monika, but I didn't quite have the breasts she had and I failed miserably! Still, the camera clicked. So now I was dressed in just a garter belt and stockings, and her husband whispered that I should just do what I would normally do when I got home after a night out. They had a beautiful bed with big comfy pillows, and I placed myself against the headboard and slid my hands along my body. I can't even describe how wet I was, and I opened my legs to the sounds of the camera clicking and I started to masturbate. Looking at the pictures later, there were some of me with my fingers sliding through my lips, and then of my wet fingers slipping into my mouth so I could taste myself. It was exactly what so many people have seen me do in the theaters, but somehow in their bedroom it was even more erotic. I am so out of breath just typing those words! As he was taking the last pictures, I looked up and saw that Monika had undressed completely, and was getting ready to crawl onto the bed. I slid my garter and stockings off too so I would also be completely nude, and the last picture he took was her and me lying on the bed together looking at each other and smiling. And yes, I still have all of those pictures! I look at them often. By now, her husband had undressed and had joined her, caressing each other while I watched. You have to understand that despite everything I had done over the previous months, I still had not even touched a cock or even felt a woman other than an affectionate hug with Monika. But she respected that and was satisfied with just gazing into my eyes and imagining my touch. Slowly, Monika pushed her husband on his back and put her hands around his cock and looked at me. She moved down and placed her lips over his cock and hesitated just a moment before she took the entire thing in her mouth and then let her lips slide upwards so that it fell out with a pop. She started a rhythm where her hand slid down his cock as it slid into her mouth, and she looked at me again and said, "Like this". I just got my first blowjob lesson after seeing hundreds of blowjobs! They started making love, and Monika got on her knees and elbows and conveniently had a good view of me with my legs spread and my fingers doing their work as I took in the sight in front of me. Her husband was taking her from behind and she was staring at my fingers pleasuring myself and wishing she could taste me while feeling her husband inside her, as she told me later. Her breathing became heavier, and she pulled my hand away from my pussy and slipped my fingers in her warm mouth. I didn't mind that at all and it felt so erotic! She said something to her husband and then turned around on her back so her head was laying between my open legs, and her husband moved over her and slid his cock inside her. But, she said something to him and he pulled out long enough for her to run her fingers though her pussy and get them wet, and then bring them to my mouth so I could taste her. I can't tell you how much I adored her right then! Like I said, I am not a lesbian, but Monika and I had such a connection between us! He continued to make love to her, and I moved my hands from my pussy and placed them on the side of her face and gently caressed her. She looked up at me, as though she was trying to make me feel his thrusts. She motioned to me to kneel above her and continue to masturbate, so if you can imagine it, I was just inches above her face while her husband was on top of her. I practically melted from her intense stare as my fingers slid through myself. She said something once again, and he nodded. Soon, his thrusts became more intense and then he pulled out and sprayed his cum all over her stomach. I had seen so many men cum both in person and in the movies, but never in a private setting! Monika pulled me down beside her and took my hand and said, "Touch it." Her husband asked, "You have never been with a man, is that right? This is new for you?" I nodded and Monika dipped a finger in his cum and tasted it. I got the hint, and for the first time in my life I touched a man's cum and swirled my finger in it, and brought it to my lips. Honestly, the texture impressed me more than the taste because I didn't expect it to be so slippery. Monika looked at me and said, "You like?" I laughed and said I didn't have anything to compare it to, but it's definitely fun trying it! I dipped my fingers in it again and got a bigger helping, and enjoyed the intensity of being so totally uninhibited with people I trusted. Monika and I still hadn't orgasmed yet, and her husband suggested we lay back on the pillows and masturbate together while he watches. We sat close together and we watched each other play as her husband slowly stroked his cock and started making himself hard again. They said something together and I asked what they said. He replied, "I ask her if I should just do this while I watch, and she say yes, she likes being beside you and watching you." Monika acted more sensual as she masturbated, whereas I was more blatant, spreading my knees wide open. It was just how my exhibitionist tendencies responded to someone watching. They were saying things to each other again, and he said that she told him she wished I would move in with them so they could do this every day. I said she would get tired of me soon and find a real woman, and she shook her head vigorously and said "No!" I told them I was going to cum soon and couldn't wait, and Monika nodded and gently blew on my nipples as I started to shake in one of the most intense orgasms ever. She followed right behind me, as did her husband, who came all over her upper thigh. I think that was something they were saying together, because if I wanted to touch his cum again, it meant I would have to touch her thigh and I knew she would like that. I didn't mind though, and I sensed a slight shiver when I dragged my finger over her skin and soaked my fingertips in his cum. As you found out in my pervious stories, I really don't understand why some women get turned off by cum. I love the taste and texture and the feeling that it is the result of a total sexual release. It really was a lot of fun, and her husband then brought in wine glasses and another bottle of wine while we lounged on the bed, still naked. Monika said, "You stay here tonight, ok?" I said I would love to, and asked where their spare bedroom was. She smiled and said, "No, I mean, you stay here in our bed tonight. OK?" I nodded and she seemed very pleased. We continued to chat, until finally we turned out the lights. Monika slept in the middle, and she slid her body against mine in the spoon position. I can't say for certain, but I think during the night she copped a feel, but obviously I didn't mind because we were still pressed together the next morning, with her arms draped over me and his arms draped over us both. When we woke, Monika showed me the shower and towels and everything, and she said something to her husband. He said, "If you like, we can take more pictures in the shower. She thinks you would be so sexy coming out of the shower all wet." I told them that would be ok, but of course, the shower is a trigger for me to start masturbating as I did that every morning when I woke up, and it wasn't long before I felt that familiar feeling. Right about then, they came in with the camera and said to just act natural. The shower was a big walk in type, and they stood back and took an occasional picture as I soaped myself up. As I rinsed off, I told them I usually had to masturbate in the morning and asked if it was ok. Of course it was, and soon there were pictures on the roll of film of me leaning against the shower wall with my wet hair falling down over my shoulders and my hand between my legs, and my face off in a dreamworld. It wasn't long before I was shuddering in an orgasm, and then I came back down to earth and gave them a big smile. Monika brought me a towel and dried my body and squeezed the water out of my hair, and then sat me down and combed it and brushed it. She dug through her closet and found a silky top and bottom set that was similar to what she was wearing, and we went to their kitchen for coffee and breakfast. All during this time her husband was taking an occasional sensual picture, explaining that not all pictures have to be just about sex. I was actually very pleased that he even found me attractive enough to take pictures! We talked mostly normal stuff as we sat outside in their little breakfast area. I said that I told my mother that I was helping him with his English, and he said not to worry, that it was true and I was actually a big help because he needed it for his work. They asked what my school plans were, and I said I was considering something technical, and since that was his field, we talked about that. I also told them that my mother said they should come over for dinner some time, and they really liked the idea, and would definitely come. I liked it that we weren't just about sex all the time, because it made me feel like one of them. But then they asked what my big fantasy was that I hadn't done yet. I smiled and said it was silly, but in the place where I met them the first time, there is an adjoining small theater where they show mostly short films. My fantasy would be to make a film of myself and then have them play it. People would be watching me on the screen, and I would wonder if anyone would notice if I was the same girl sitting there with them. Monika said something to him, and he said they might be able to arrange that, because they had a movie camera and would talk to Andrea. More on that another time, OK? Anyway, it was such a great morning, and then Monika and I went to the city for our regular day of shopping and coffee and things like that. She told me I was welcome to come over and spend the night anytime, and I told her I would love to do that again, and that last night was the first time I didn't sleep alone in my bed. I also told her I would talk to my mom about what a good night would be for coming over, and I'd call them. Actually, before I go into the events of the next day, I'll fast forward a few days, when they really did come over one evening. They were so charming, and it really impressed my parents that I had such nice friends. Monika gave my mom a box of very fancy French chocolates, and he brought a very nice champagne and a bottle of wine to have with dinner. Monika also handed me a gift bag, and I was half afraid to open it right there, but it turned out to be a very pretty blouse just like she was wearing! She turned to my mother and said, "I do that so we are like sisters", and smiled. God, I adored her. I said, "I want to put to put it on right now! Come in my room and help me pick out something to go with it. You're so good at that." We entered my room, and I never imagined in a million years she would someday be in there with me. She looked around and whispered, "So, this is where you come when you think of me?" She was so naughty, but I loved it, and I nodded. I opened my closet and although I had acquired a few nice things since I met her, the rest was boring. But she did find a skirt that matched the blouse, and I pushed off my jeans and took of my t-shirt that I was wearing and stood there in front of her in just my panties and bra. We both knew there was no time to be coy and flirtatious, so she just looked at me and licked her lips, and I put the skirt and blouse on. Before we went back to the living room, she whispered, "Will you imagine me later tonight?" I smiled and whispered back, "I am imagining you right now!" She reached into her pocketbook and took out a picture of her from the box that she showed me at her house, and said, "Maybe you like this. For you, when you are lonely." It showed her laying on the bed running her hands over her body, and just beginning to masturbate. "Thank you! I love it! I will give you one of mine too after I pick them up, ok?" We gave each other a hug and went back before someone started missing us. My parents went on and on about what a good influence they were on me, although they would have had a heart attack if they knew the whole story. But to be fair, Monika didn't make me that way, and if you read my earlier stories, I was already acting out many fantasies before I ever met them. But anyway, they were so kind, and Monika suggested to my mother that we meet on the following Thursday for the three of us to have a day of shopping like she and I did. I told Monika later though not to take her in the dressing room! Ok, to rewind back again to the day after the sleepover, the next day I had that familiar urge and headed to town to go to one of the theaters. On the way I also dropped off the film at a place that they recommended. I went to the theater where Andrea worked, because that one gets more businessmen visiting during the day, whereas the other one is better at night. I went in and she gave me a big hug, and I entered the theater. The weather was starting to get cool, so I was wearing jeans and a sweater, and it was harder to make a show of slowly unbuttoning my little sundress like I usually did. So, I just stood in the middle of the theater and pulled the sweater over my head and pushed my jeans to the floor and carried them down to the front of the theater and walked back in just my bra and panties and sat down. There were a few men there, but I acted as though I was the only person in the room. I relaxed, and let one hand slip in my bra, and the other pushed my panties to the side so I could start making myself wet. I was in no hurry, and just played with myself for a minute, and sat back and made a show of spreading my knees apart so people could see how wet my panties were. I heard the door open, and by now my eyes were used to the dark so I could see who it was, but he couldn't see me. It turned out to be the young guy that sat next to me and masturbated in one of my earlier stories. I whispered, "Come here!" He looked and recognized me, and he came over. I started asking him questions. "Are you going to masturbate? How often do you come here? I only saw you once before." "Yes, and I come here about once each week. And you?" "More often than that, but it's nice I saw you again. Would you do something for me?" "Ok, what?" "I want you to take all of your clothes off, and then take my bra and panties off, and put it all down front where my jeans and sweater are, so we can both be naked here." He didn't hesitate, and stripped naked. He unsnapped my bra, and I pushed my panties off and he took everything down to the front. This was so exciting and I finally realized that a young naked girl could make a guy do anything. Even an old naked girl like me can still do it! He came back and we were sitting side by side as he was stoking his cock. I watched his hand move up and down, and I rubbed myself to match his movements. I lifted my leg up on the arm of the chair to expose myself as much as possible. So many times I had done the same thing, but this was the first time I had a partner play along with me. I told him to wait as long as possible before cumming, because I had something in mind, but he was getting restless in his seat, and he finally whispered, "I can wait no longer." I whispered back, "Ok, I want you to do something. I want you to stand up and shoot your cum on me." His eyes got big as though he couldn't quite believe what I said. I reassured him, and said once again, "Yes, I want you to cum on me. Shoot it on my breasts and stomach. No one has ever done that before." He stood, and within moments he was spurting his cum all over me. Two things surprised me. First, it felt cooler than I expected. Second, it was so much! He must have saved it for a week! But after all of this time, and after seeing so many guys masturbate in front of me, I finally became intimate with one of them, as least a little bit. He sat back down, and I looked at his cum on my breasts. I scooped up a little bit on my finger and brought it to my mouth, the second time in as many days that I had tasted cum, although I still hadn't even touched a cock or even kissed a guy. His soft cock hung down between his legs, and this is exactly why I insisted that it is much better to undress and put our clothes out of reach, so we don't get dressed immediately after an orgasm when the adrenaline is gone. He watched as I took another taste, and he said, "You know, you are quite lovely." Wow, that was so sweet! Of course, I had just let him shoot his cum on me and he would say anything, but he sounded sincere. I really liked him. We chatted for a few minutes, and I suddenly said, "Would you like it if I was your girlfriend? I've never had a real boyfriend before." He looked at me and said, "Yes, I would like that. But this is not too strange for you?" "No, but I also don't want to give this up. I like it when people watch me, but I am not attracted to them, but I am attracted to you." It was kind of odd, because most couples start out with talking and going out on a date, and then becoming intimate, but we were backwards. He came all over me, and now we were talking about going for walks and getting coffee and stuff like that. I laughed to myself, because it would be funny to tell my friends how I met this guy! We talked some more, and he asked what else I did that was like this. I said I go to another theater too, and I also go to that peepshow nearby and let guys watch me, and that I do it for fun, not money. I told him I would love it if he came there and watched me. He said he knew which place I meant, and that he would come see me. I looked at his cock and asked, "Can you do it again? I didn't have an orgasm yet, and I want to cum together." "Yes, what do you want me to do?" "Just what you did before. We'll watch the movie and each other and masturbate. I am not ready for any touching. We haven't even kissed yet." He wasn't pushy at all, and he started stroking his cock and soon it was hard again. There were probably ten other guys scattered in the theater, and they would take glances at us as we played, and were probably very jealous of him. I marveled at the remaining cum that was dribbling down my belly, and looked forward to his next orgasm. We watched the movie, and I asked him if he ever had a girlfriend. I assumed he did, because he was quite good looking. "No, I am a bit shy. It's why I come here I guess." "So you have never had sex either?" "No, you are the closest possibility so far." "Ok, I haven't had sex either. I've never even had a boyfriend. It's just more difficult because I live on the Army base and it's harder to meet people. And I'm shy too." On the screen, there was a couple having sex, and she was on top of him and you could clearly see the guy's cock slide in and out of her. I told him I couldn't even imagine how that felt, but it must be wonderful, thinking about how Monika enjoyed it in real life. I said I had tried a candle and carrot, but it wasn't what I imagined. I imagined a cock would be hard and soft at the same time, which I found out later was true. This was so exciting, knowing that we were kind of having sex together. I asked him what kind of women he liked, and he said the ones that are like me. Yeah, like I expected him to say anything different! But I insisted and asked which woman in this movie was his favorite, and he said the woman in the previous scene. I knew which one he meant, and at least she didn't have a super curvy body and huge breasts, so I made the cut! We were both squirming in our seats, and I asked if he was close. "Yes, I am ready. What do you want me to do?" "Uh, would you think I'm terrible if I asked you to shoot it right on my tongue this time so I taste it all? I just want to try that once." Of course, despite my adventures, this is how naïve I was! Can you imagine a man saying, "No, I don't want to shoot my cum into your open mouth." He said he was ready, and I got out of my seat and kneeled in front of him. At this point, all of the guys were watching, and my friend stood in front of me and stroked his cock hard until the first shot exploded all over my tongue. I reflexively closed my mouth and the next shot hit me on the lips and chin. He squeezed out some more cum, and I stuck out my tongue and caught it. He stood there out of breath, and I looked at him and said, "That was amazing!", and then gently pushed the cum that was on my chin up into my mouth. I really don't understand women who don't like it! We sat back down and talked some more about things we would like to try sometime. I said I would really like to feel a cock in my mouth, and he said he would like to lick me. I said although I hadn't had sex yet, I imagine that my favorite position would be on top, because lots of times when I masturbate at home I kneel on my bed and masturbate that way. I also said that if we ever have sex, I want to do it in front of a big mirror so I can see what it looks like when his cock enters me. As an aside, I hope you don't think I'm too slutty, because I'm not that way at all. We were just having fun! If a guy goes out and acts wild, he's a stud, but if a woman does the same thing, she's a slut in the public's eye. Well, I'm here to say that women feel the urge just as much as guys, or at least this one does. Ok, end of rant! Anyway, he said he had to leave because he had to go to work (he was attending college and had a part time job), and I said I would stay since I still didn't cum yet. This was the time before cell phones, so I told him I would write down my number so he could call me, but don't be surprised if one of my parents answers the phone. Imagine being a guy who knows his new girlfriend is in a porn theater masturbating as he is walking to work! I watched as he strolled naked to the front of the theater to get his clothes, and hope he found it as exciting as I did, and didn't just do it because I asked him to. Obviously I didn't have a pen, so I casually asked one of the men there if he had one, and he graciously handed me one with a slip of paper, and I gave my new friend my number. Just as he was about to leave, I said, "Wait!" I went to the front and picked up my panties and handed them to him and asked, "Will you masturbate with these tonight? I want you to think of me. You can give them back next time." Who would say no to that!? I was so excited about these events, and I got up and went to the lobby after he left and just had to talk to Andrea about it! I told her what we did, and asked if she knew anything about him and if she thought he was a nice guy. She laughed and said he comes there at least once a week and is always polite and was glad I had fun. She also asked if I was leaving, and I said no, I would go back in the theater and play. Of course, I was standing there naked, secretly wishing the next customer would walk in and see me, but no such luck that time. I walked back in, and all the eyes turned back on me. I took my seat in the middle, and knew I had to finish. Like many times before, I didn't make eye contact, and just spread my legs and rubbed myself and watched the movie as though I was the only one there. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the telltale signs of guys masturbating, which excited me even more. One of them stood up and approached me, and I calmly said, "No touching, but you can watch," and he stood there stroking his cock. Like always, soon there were others, and I was suddenly more interesting than the movie. One by one they came while I watched them and they watched me, during which time I also brought myself to an incredible orgasm, because in addition to the immediate scene around me, I could also fantasize about my evening with Monika, and now my new boyfriend. But then I thought to myself, "Oh my god, I don't even know his name! And does he know mine? If he doesn't, he won't call because my parents might answer, and what can he say, that he would like to speak to the girl who swallowed his cum???'" So, I had to go back out in the lobby and tell Andrea that we didn't even exchange names, and the next time he comes in to tell him I am Jennifer, because he might not call otherwise. I felt so dumb! No wonder I didn't have a boyfriend! I was kind of dejected, and went to the other theater, and saw Renate. She asked if I was going upstairs, and I just said no, I just wanted to sit and chat. I stayed for an hour or so, then got a coffee and a bite to eat at a street café, and started home. When I walked in, my mother said, "A very nice boy called and asked for you. He even apologized that he didn't know your name, but it was only because you didn't write it down with your number. You can't be so absent-minded!" I felt like saying, "Well, you would be absent-minded too if you had cum on your face and in your hair and you were walking around naked asking a stranger for a pen!" But I didn't say that, and instead I said, "I know, we were talking at the café and he seemed really nice, and then he said he had to go to work so I quickly scribbled my number down. I don't know his name either." "Well, it's Rolf, and he even asked my permission to take you to the museum this weekend. I wrote his number down for you, and he said he would be home from work after nine." I was so excited! My first boyfriend! I went to my bedroom and just stared at his number, and it made me wet. I slipped my hand into my jeans and then I remembered that he had my panties. I wish I knew when he would be using them so I could do it at the same time. It was only 8 o'clock, so I had an hour to kill, so I slipped into some silk pajamas that Monika gave me. They were a little big because Monika was taller, but mom said she would hem them up and shorten the sleeves, but they fit well enough to lounge around in. I had taken my bra off, and the feeling of the silk against my naked body was incredible! It was like being naked! I wanted to masturbate right then, but I figured I'd be sociable and went out in the living room and waited until it was time to call him. Mom went on and on about how glad she was that I was finally meeting nice people, and then it dawned on me that someone could be really nice and still be very sexual, and I suddenly decided I was going to be both! And as you saw in my later stories, I still am! I didn't want to seem too anxious, so I waited until five after nine and called him. He answered the phone and I started chatting. "Hello Rolf, my mother told me your name. Sorry I didn't tell you mine. It's Jennifer." "I know, she told me. It's ok." "She said you want to see me this weekend?" "Yes, if you haven't been to the museum, it's very interesting. We could go." "You mean like a real date?" "Yes, and then we can go watch a movie later after that." "It all sounds perfect. If it isn't too cold, I'll wear a dress. You would like it." "I know I will. We can meet at the front of the big department store at twelve o'clock?" "Yes! I'll be there!" Then I thought for a moment, and started whispering. "Rolf, you remember what I gave you?" "Yes." "Will you use them tonight?" "Yes, I want to." "What time? I want to do it at the same time." "Uh, in one hour?" I resumed my normal voice and said, "Ok, I'll do the same! I can't wait to see you Rolf!" I told my mother that we set up a time to meet on Saturday, and I lounged around for a while until I saw that I had ten minutes until we agreed to start playing, and I told her I was going to bed. I entered my room and slowly unbuttoned my top and let it fall open. I laid on the bed and turned my body towards my mirror, and looked at what Rolf would see if he were here. I opened the drawer in my nightstand and took out the picture that Monika gave me, and I leaned it against the lamp so she could watch me. I slid my hand in the bottoms of my pajamas, and felt how wet I was. I was somehow experiencing a three way exhibitionism, with Monika watching me through her picture, and knowing that Rolf was stroking his cock with my panties right at that very moment while thinking of me. I couldn't stand it anymore and pushed the pajamas off and started to rub my fingers through myself without any teasing at all. I just wanted to cum. I opened my legs wide and stared in the mirror, and saw what Monika saw the other night, and wished she was taking pictures, and it just made me rub more furiously. I had never acted like this before! In minutes, and I was practically convulsing on the bed and I exploded in an amazing orgasm. Oh God, I was so out of breath! ***** There, that's all for now! I remember that night so vividly, and was glad to share. I'll try to write more when I have time. Also, I wanted to say that I got several emails asking for photos. I thought about it and really can't go that far, but then I had an idea. I texted Mike, the neighbor guy I wrote about, and asked him to do me a favor, although it might be a little weird. "I know it will be weird Jenn, because everything you ask me is weird." "Mike, do you have to be so conservative? Did you apply to the seminary? Gee whiz. Oh by the way, how are things going with Kari? I've been keeping tails on you two. Is the sex better?" "I wasn't bad before, but she is much more assertive now." "I suspected as much. I've been coaching her. She asks questions, and I tell her things to try. How did you like last night?" "Oh great, you guys are talking? Now I feel like a science experiment." "Just be grateful Mike! How many guys have a girlfriend with her own private sex tutor? But never mind that, back to my favor. I want you to do some research and tell me which porn star I most resemble. I want you to pick a young version of me and a current version. I have some old pictures of me from when I was 20, and you can look at them to get an idea." "I'll see what I can do......" So, if I make another chapter, I'll at least be able to offer a visual so you can picture me. Bye bye!

Sarah by Viredae Sarah gets locked out Gary, my boyfriend, tends to play pranks on me, and I wouldn’t mind them so much, but his pranks always left me exposed and humiliated. Take for instance the time we were out jogging in the morning, we were going to meet up with his brother to hang out, so we had to go back to his apartment and shower before we met up with him. I had some clothes over in his place, so it was no big deal. We had worked up quite a sweat when we got there, and I was feeling pretty frisky, so I tried to seduce him: “Need anything before I take a shower, sweaty?” I asked, trying to put on my best bedroom eyes and sexiest voice. “Nah, go ahead.” Gary brushed me off, I frowned, wondering if I was too subtle, but I was too embarrassed to pursue this any further, I shrugged and got into the shower. Despite being upset, my libido didn’t go away, and I didn’t want to masturbate in the shower, sadly, due to my preoccupation, I also didn’t notice Gary sneaking in and stealing all the clothes and towels from the bathroom. When I got out, I searched around and couldn’t find anything, I was puzzled and decided to go out in search of some of my clothes that I had left there, I wasn’t bothered being naked in Gary’s apartment, since I had been in this state before, so I wasn’t really surprised by anything. “Honey, where did you put my clothes?” I called out, seeing how Gary was nowhere to be found, however, his reply came from outside the apartment. “Hey Sweety, I have them with me, but can you help me out a little here?” I was flustered, I wanted to tell him that I was naked, but I didn’t want to shout it out in case anyone heard. I tiptoed over to the door where he was, and before I knew what was going on, the door blew open, and in one swift motion, my boyfriend grabbed me, shoved me outside and latched the door, and so I was stuck outside in the hallway naked. “Gary! What the hell!?” I nearly shouted his name, but I didn’t want to alert the neighbors to any disturbance, the only thing worse than being out here naked was the neighbors watching it as it happened. My hands had flown up quite naturally to cover myself in classic ENF fashion, but it was too late, Gary had snapped a picture of me in the hallway fully nude, he told me to put my arms down, and I did, which prompted a few more pics. “Okay, you had your fun, what do I have to do to get back in?” I knew what Gary was thinking, it was the typical fashion with his pranks, worse yet, he knew I would go along with it because, in all honesty, I loved it. “Easy, lay down and masturbate.” Gary gave the command, I knew that he would make me do something this embarrassing. “Can I at least come back in and do it inside?” I tried to bargain, though that was probably futile on my part, considering my position. nope, do it right where you are, I don’t want you dirtying up the inside of the apartment.” Okay, that was kinda mean, Gary was referring to my tendency to squirt when orgasming, and a part of me wanted to refuse him, but another part knew he had won completely and had total control over me, and then common sense just went out the door when yet another part argued that I would love it. I laid down on the ground and spread my legs open, I let my hands do their work as one latched onto my breasts and the other started flicking my clit, I was pretty horny as it was so the orgasm was coming quick, I looked back at Gary and saw the phone still recording. “Those are just for you, right?” I managed to get out as two of my fingers slipped into my pussy, I knew what his response would be, but I wanted to hear it. “Nope, I’ll be sharing these with all our friends.” and that set me off, it hit me that I was laying down stark butt naked in the middle of the hallway and masturbating after being tricked by my boyfriend, and I was now having the most amazing orgasm, my juices squirted out on the hallway floor, my voice barely kept in. I was breathing heavily, recovering from my orgasm when I heard a voice: “Hi Sarah, good to see you.” It was Mike, Gary’s brother, looking at me lying there with the biggest grin on his face. Sarah Gets Stripped at a party I should have expected foul play from my boyfriend Gary, I should have sensed something was fishy when he personally invited me to the party at his apartment this evening, where he invited a good deal of our coworkers and friends. And yet I never expected him to be so brazen, so uncouth and so… So humiliating! The party itself started out quite normally, people mingling about, having fun, dancing with the music, and, quite possibly, there was some booze but nothing major, the best most people at the party could manage was a healthy buzz, something I wished was more prevalent, people getting more drunk might have helped me avoid my fate, though, in hindsight, it might have caused more trouble. The party continued as any normal party would, with one exception, as the affair began to slowly die down, Gary made a shocking announcement: “How about it folks, are you up for a little spicy game?” the crowd cheered back up from the lull it had sunk into just a moment ago, I felt a knot in my stomach. “We’ll each draw a card from this deck and show it to everyone, the people with the highest number, aces then face cards and so on, will get to pull out, the rest keep playing. Gary continued explaining the rules: ”We’ll keep going like this until we have the last person, that’s our loser, and what does that loser have to do?” Shouts with lewd suggestions came flying out “ Have them do a silly dance!” ”Make them streak outside!” “Give them a spanking!” “Come on folks, think of something spicier!” Gary riled up the crowd further, making sure everyone was excited “How about they stay naked the entire night, and everyone gets to touch.” I breathed a sigh of relief, I was still nervous, at first thinking (rightly so, it turned out) that this was another of Gary’s pranks, designed to embarrass me, but this was such a long shot I didn’t imagine I could end up losing, I imagined Gary had devised such a game with that very thing in mind. Gary began giving out cards, reminding everyone that aces were high, I flipped my card over, a queen of spades! So close, but I was still in the game, as all the cards went out and thus the kings and aces were higher than mine. Next round I got a 5 of hearts, nowhere near the top of the list, I was still in the game and so 8 of the 50 or so guests were already out of the game. Next round was the same, a 7 of spades, but the most galling aspect of this round was that Gary had pulled an ace, so he was out of the game, he told everyone he was going to keep handing out the cards. This continued on, I kept on believing that at any point now I was going to get the high card, but that moment never came, the pit in my stomach grew and grew as twelve players remained, then nine, then eight, then six, sometimes it was close, and sometimes it wasn’t. Then there were two other players left, I was shaking from disbelief, I looked at my card and my heart nearly leapt from joy, a king! The odds that either of the two other players, a girl named Jessica and a man named Paul, both of whom were my co-workers, had anything higher than a king was nearly impossible. But nearly impossible is leagues apart from completely impossible, I nearly fainted when both Paul and Jessica revealed aces of their own, and I couldn’t even prepare myself for this likelihood, it came so suddenly. I didn’t even have time to object or bargain, I felt hands on my dress, unzipping it and pulling it down, I was left standing there in a thong in front of nearly fifty people! And even that was short lived as I could feel fingers dig into the waistband and pull it down, there I was, completely naked, to everyone’s cheers and laughter! This was the boldest Gary had been, I’d usually be seen by two or three people at most, and as Gary always would, he’d taunt and tease me about it, inviting the people to grope me or photograph me, it turned both of us on, but this? This was a whole new level! But I couldn’t really talk back anymore, I went along with the game and would have been perfectly fine having someone else humiliated in my place, even if it was Gary himself, but in the end it was me who lost, so now I had to go around the party, getting my picture taken by and with everyone, not to mention getting my breasts squeezed, my nipples tweaked and my ass smacked and pinched constantly, there were even a few bold souls who managed to get their fingers on my pussy and clit. TO make matters worse, everyone knew I could not rebuff anyone’s advances, I have to say it didn’t take long before I was pretty horny, and visibly so. “Hey honey, how are you feeling?” Gary came over and rubbed my shoulder, but despite his attempt to make me feel better, all I could think of was the feeling of his clothes’ fabric against my bare skin. “I’m a bit flustered, honestly.” I replied to the best of my ability, hoping not to show my arousal too much, but seeing how it was Gary, he probably knew very well. “Tell you what, how about we play one more game, if you win, I’ll give you my clothes, if you lose, you do a forfeit and get dressed, either way, it’s over quickly.” It was at that point that I suspected foul play from Gary, but sadly, my brain was focused on the escape from this tantalizing situation, and my body even reacted strongly to the idea of even further humiliation, so I was not in the best mindset to suss this out. I agreed, and Gary announced the extra round to everyone, I would play one more round with Gary, and as he went first, he pulled a 5 of diamonds, it was such a low number, I thought I had won, I revealed my card, it was a 2 of clubs. I was thoroughly humiliated, and I hadn’t even done my forfeit yet, that came immediately after as Gary took my hand and led me to the couch, he spread my legs open as we sat down and began playing with my body, softly caressing my breasts and teasing my pussy, I was moaning in response to his expert hands, but that didn’t last long. I was surprised when he pulled his hands away and informed me that my forfeit was to cum for everyone, my humiliation was complete as I took over, and unlike Gary’s tender touches, I was far more vulgar, I mauled at my breasts and pumped my fingers in and out of my pussy as my coworkers and friends watched on and captured this shame on video, I knew that by next week everyone in my office would have seen me naked, groped, molested and finally bringing myself to orgasm. That last thought pushed me over the edge as I creamed the couch beneath me, juices squirting out abundantly. “Well done sweetie, I knew you’d put on a great show, good thing I marked the cards.” Gary revealed his true plan as he began playing with my breasts, tweaking my nipples just hard enough to make me wince in surprise more than pain, I was tricked into stripping and putting on one of the most embarrassing and humiliating displays of my entire life. Despite having orgasmed mere moments ago, that revelation sent me reeling as I felt myself growing aroused yet again, I didn’t care that I was technically allowed to dress again, my hands went back to work again of their own accord as I brought myself to another orgasm. And that wasn’t the end of the night, I was told I could get dressed again, but I chose to extend my lewd and pleasurably naked stay, and everyone, correctly guessing how much I was enjoying this, escalated my humiliation as I found myself on the receiving end of many more orgasms before the end of the night. I entertained the idea of getting Gary back for doing this to me, but only for a brief moment before I was once again focused on my own pleasure. Sarah in the Stocks Gary’s antics were getting out of hand! Thankfully, I was not fired from my job after my humiliation at the party, but I was getting a lot more side-eyes and some of my coworkers even relished in bringing up videos of me masturbating. I was even forced to work a whole day naked and masturbate at the end of it, but that’s a whole different story. Gary and I were out having fun at a renaissance fair one day, it appears that Gary had friends who worked there and he wanted to go and check it out, it seemed like a lot of fun as we wandered around, got some medieval-themed snacks and enjoyed the costumed workers as they went about their day. Gary had stopped in front of a small tent with “be a parte of this worlde” sign, he asked if I wanted to try and play a little dress up, I thought it would be fun so I agreed. Inside there were several costumes that we could use for this event, we started going through them and Gary showed me a dress with massive cleavage. “Only the prettiest… and easiest of the village girls wear this dress.” Gary joked, I feigned displeasure at his insinuation, but I was just playing along: “Are you calling me easy?” I asked my hands at my hips. “Easy on the eyes,” Gary responded with a kiss, and I immediately reciprocated, soon this turned into a full-blown makeout session, I wasn’t quite aware that Gary was slowly undressing me, I was too engrossed in his kisses when I found myself completely naked, and before I knew it, I was out the tent flap and into the public, stark butt naked and with no cover in front of dozens of strangers! I probably did the worst thing I could have done in this situation, shriek loudly and cover my naughty bits with my hands, but not bothering to move back into the tent or anything sensible like that, this gave the fair workers enough time to gather at my location and declare me a harlot! Of course, no normal renaissance fair would do this, but I had failed to think this through and was swept up in their theatrics, and now I was put in chains and paraded around everyone naked. People laughed and jeered at my humiliating display, some even stepped forward to cop a feel or two, my breasts and ass were treated to more than a few pinches, squeezes, and smacks before we reached a set of stockades, and soon enough I was locked in and unable to move my head and arms, bent over and giving everyone a clear view of my pussy and asshole. “Äs your first of three punishments, you shall receive corporal punishment from the people as penitence to them!” A crier stood in front of me and announced in a booming voice, much to the delight of the crowd. And so began my punishment, I was soon feeling hands smacking against my displayed butt, I was getting spanked by the crowd around me, I wasn’t even able to count how many times I’d been smacked in the rear, but what I could tell was that this was not the extent of my ordeal, I felt many hands sneak their way to grope and play with my hanging breasts, I felt many fingers sneak their way into my pussy, both of which regrettably betrayed me and began showing signs of arousal. “Excuse me! Excuse me!” Salvation had come, I heard Gary’s voice over the bustling throngs that surrounded me, and the crier called out for silence, everyone listened, and I was, for the moment, spared further indignity as the crowd fell back and created space for my husband to plead with the crier. “Hi, I’m this lady’s boyfriend, there must be a misunderstanding here.” Gary attempted to reason with the crier but received nothing but boos from the crowd, nevertheless, he pushed on “Can’t you let her go? Just this once!” “That is unacceptable, harlots must be punished, and so must their companions!” The crier rebutted, and the crowd cheered for Gary’s inadvertent involvement: “Your punishment shall be to shame yourself, by displaying the sight you hold in highest privilege, and the act your companion holds most private!” It took me a second to process what was being said, but before I could respond, the crier spelled it out “you must show us your companion’s climax.” I near flinched, they wanted Gary to show them MY orgasm? How was that a punishment to him!? “Come on!” Gary protested, but nobody was having it. “If you do not comply, you will be forced into the stocks as well, and be subjected to the same punishment!” The crier escalated the threat, Gary had no choice. “I’m sorry honey…” Gary whispered in my ear, and I wanted to kick myself as I felt my loins tingle in anticipation, to think being subjected to this humiliation would turn me on! Gary’s hands were as gentle and skilled as ever, softly massaging my breasts as his fingers tweaked my nipples and caressed my wet lips, the effect was even more pronounced after the rough treatment of the crowd, and I could not help but moan almost immediately, earning me jeers from the crowd and the labels “slut” and “harlot”, among other things, were tossed around. It wasn’t long before Gary’s fingers found themselves inside of me, my body did its best to rock back and forth with the rhythm of his movement, I was lost deep in ecstasy, and I was about to hit my orgasm when: “Stop!” Gary’s hands retreated, and I was left humping the air in desperation, seeking release from the agonizing state I was left in, so close to the edge, yet so far away. “You have received your punishment admirably, however, for the shame to be complete, your companion must declare her own depravity in penitence, she must bring herself to climax by her own hands!” And so my right hand was released from the stocks, but nothing else, I stopped for a moment, considering the implication; I had to essentially admit that I was a “harlot” to everyone here, and I had to do it by fingering myself to orgasm. God, how I hated the fact that the mere thought of doing so drove me over the edge, I don’t even remember moving my hand, I only realized that my fingers were deep in my pussy, pumping away when I was cumming, my orgasm hit like a freight train as my juices gushed out like a breaking dam for everyone to see. My fingers didn’t stop, wave after wave of orgasm crashed over my body as I convulsed violently, barely able to stay standing as the strength left my shaky legs, the last thing I remember was the crowd cheering wildly. I don’t know how long I blacked out, but I came to when the stocks were unlocked and I slumped onto the ground, Gary helped me up to my knees, and I couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his pants that was staring me in the face. “Your final punishment is to apologize to your companion, for you have dragged them through hell in your debauchery.” I believe the crier was addressing me with that declaration, but I was only half-listening as I undid the buttons on Gary’s pants and let his penis out, I stared at it hungrily for a second before taking it in my mouth. I don’t know how pent up Gary was, but he didn’t last long, I barely managed to get into a rhythm with my head bobbing when Gary announced that he was ready to cum, I let the semen flow into my mouth and let Gary’s flaccid cock out of my mouth once he was fully drained, I swallowed the deposit, still in my mouth, in one go. The crowd began clapping as the crier announced my absolution, Gary helped me up and led me away from the crowd, who were content to let us go on our merry way. “Come on, the tent with your clothes is this way,” Gary gently ushered me back to the tent, thinking back on it, there must have been people staring at me walking around dazed and butt naked, but I don’t think I had the capacity to notice them “So what did you think?” “What?” Still, in a stupor, I tried to parse what Gary meant by that. “I set this up with my friends who work here, that was him, the crier,” Gary explained, and I slowly began piecing things together as my brain kicked back into action “I figured you’d enjoy that sort of prank, and by the looks of it, you had a blast.” I stepped away from Gary for a moment, still stumbling, I tripped over to a bench that was behind me, looking up in shock as I came to realize what had transpired, Gary had tricked me yet again, I was duped into debasing myself in front of dozens of strangers by yet another of his pranks. I wanted to get angry, I wanted to get back at him for this, I told myself that I had to give him a taste of his own medicine, that I will leave him defeated and humiliated in front of everyone, and as that thought crystallized in my mind, I noticed that my hands were moving on their own, my breasts and pussy were under assault. I fingered myself to yet another orgasm right there on the bench. Chapter 4 Sarah gets hustled Okay, so this one was my fault. Gary would often invite me to go out drinking with him, but I was always too busy or too tired to do so, I didn’t really mind him going, so I always sent him off to hang out with his guy friends. This time, I was feeling pretty energetic so I took him up on his offer, the bar was fairly clean and well lit, there seemed to be plenty of couples there as well as single people, but I noticed a lot of people knew Gary there, I guess he was pretty popular. We hung out for a while, getting drinks and introducing myself to Gary’s friends, they were very welcoming, asking how a schlub like Gary could get a knockout like me, I was pretty flattered at the compliments, and I hit it off with them. I noticed a pool table in the corner and asked if Gary wanted to play with me, he declined, saying he’s not that good at it. That’s when I got a brilliant idea; Gary had humiliated me time after time in front of everyone I know and even in front of complete strangers, so this was my chance to get back at him, there was a good chunk of women here, so I figured I could even let them cop a few feels of his naked body and get a couple of pictures of him naked. I began teasing Gary and calling him chicken, I could tell Gary was getting irritated, so I pushed him further: “Okay, how about the loser gets on the pool table and strips naked in front of everyone.” Gary’s friends were hollering and laughing, egging him on, and he tried to ask me not to do this, but I wasn’t listening. “Go for it Sarah, Gary can’t sink a ball to save his life.” one of Gary’s friends poked fun at him, and I could see him squirm. “Not enough? How about the loser gives everyone here free access to play with their body?” More cheers and whoops from Gary’s friends and I think here Gary had enough, he accepted the wager and we began playing. I broke and sank one of the balls with my first shot, neither of us sunk anything in the first few turns, but I could tell my shots came closer to sinking the balls, I got even more cocky and raised the stakes, I told Gary that the loser not only will the loser strip naked on the pool table, but they would also have to masturbate to orgasm on it, at this point everyone in the bar was watching us play, wondering how this would play out. I was completely unaware I had dug my own grave here. Gary agreed and took his shot, that shot was better than any shot either of us made that day, and without missing any shots, Gary proceeded to sink one ball after the next, I couldn’t believe my eyes as the eightball went into the corner pocket, signaling my loss. I would later find out that the reason Gary thought he was bad at the game is that many of the people in this bar were professional pool players and so on average, everyone was pretty good at it, Gary was still one of the worst players there, but even so, he was leagues better than me, who barely knew how to play. And so I found myself standing on top of the pool table, getting naked, I hesitated to follow through on ther rest of the wager, Gary cleared his throat letting me know full well that there was no escape. And so I started squeezing my boobs before I let a couple of fingers enter my pussy, I was so embarrassed and humiliated at my own hubris that led me to this point, it didn’t long before I found myself squirting as I stood there on top of the pool table. Next, I had to go around the bar and let everyone play with my body, my boobs were fondled and my butt spanked and squeezed and I was even made to bend over so that everyone could spank me. Of course, Gary didn’t neglect to record this entire humiliating act, he had taken several photos and videos of me stripping, squirting, and presenting my body to everyone, and I had noticed many of the bar’s patrons were doing the same. At the end of the night, the bartender told us to pose for a few group shots on account of the occasion, I was front and center of this picture, sitting on a bar table with my legs spread open and masturbating, he took several of me before, during and after orgasm, Gary told me that those pictures were hanging on the wall to this day. Everyone had, in the meanwhile, hidden my clothes and decided that I should go home naked, and since we came over in a cab, we had no other way to get home, the driver was surprised at first, but when he tried asking why I was naked, Gary produced my panties and stuffed them into my mouth, he then told the cabbie that I lost a bet and had to stay naked, I nodded in defeated agreement. That wasn’t the end of it, since I had to sit in the back seat with Gary, he took full advantage of my nudity and silence to grope me and finger me to another orgasm as we made our way back to our apartment, the driver was so fixated on the show I was providing it was a miracle we didn’t get into an accident, it was also good that he didn’t get upset at the puddle of cum I left on his backseat. When we finally made it to the building, I barely took a few steps into the apartment before I had to take a seat and masturbate on our couch, with my panties still inside my mouth, I was just that horny despite cumming so many times already. Gary didn’t make a big deal out of my attempt at stripping him, but I wasn’t about to give up on trying to get him back. Chapter 5 - Sarah Naked at the Beach This was my chance to get Gary back! It was around the end of summer that Gary told me about his friend who had heard of this private beach with limited access, and was willing to talk to the managers so we can get access to it, so we were both very excited to go there. Now, I was always looking for an opportunity to pull a fast one on Gary and leave him as humiliated as he had left me so many times before, and I thought this was a prime opportunity to exact my revenge on him. I was so fixated on the idea I was beginning to fantasize about it, about distracting him and stealing his swimming trunks, forcing him to come out on land and having everyone laugh and point at him, I might even let a few girls play with his flopping dick, that would surely get him hard, and I would use that to make him cum in front of everyone. I continued to contemplate the idea, and I decided to include a couple of my friends in the act, I called them and convinced them to come, as long as I could get them access to the beach, I begrudgingly accepted, and this meant that I had to go talk to Gary’s friend. I managed to get his number out of Gary’s phone and called him up, he agreed to get my friends into the beach provided I did something for him, I knew where this was going; he told me that he’d heard about all the sorts of stuff I was made to do by Gary, and he knew I had plenty of videos posted of me online, but he wanted something of his own, and so he said he’d do it if I sent him a video of me masturbating naked. Now, this wasn’t really that bad of a deal, after all, it’s not like the internet wasn’t plastered with videos of me masturbating and worse, but it was the idea that not only did everyone know about me, but they were more than willing to push me around and make me do such humiliating things in exchange for the simplest favors. I bit the bullet and reminded myself that this was all to get Gary back, so I got naked and started recording a video of myself masturbating for him, and true to his word, my friends later told me that they received a call from him telling them that they were allowed in, and so everything was in place to enact my plan. And so came the day of our trip to the beach, I had, as planned, worn a one piece suit tight enough to show off my curves and also to keep from falling off or being easily removed, while Gary was wearing a set of normal swimming trunks. At the beach’s entrance the guard stopped us, Gary showed him our invite and the guard, after examining it, was about to let us in until he saw and stopped me. “Sorry ma’am, you can’t come in like that.” The guard blocked my way, I was shocked and puzzled at this, I asked him why, he pointed at a sign near the entrance “You see ma’am, this is a topless beach, and I can’t let you in wearing that swimsuit.” My jaw dropped, I looked over at Gary and saw the knowing look in his eyes, he kept that little piece of information to himself just so he could catch me by surprise, to be fair, this wasn’t even close to being his worst prank played on me, though I wouldn’t put it past him to have some plan to escalate the humiliation. “Fine, I’ll just lower the swimsuit down to my waist.” Defeated, I resigned myself to exposing my breasts on this beach, it would make my revenge a little less sweet, but I would be normally dressed while Gary had to contend with being fully naked, and then the guard dropped the bombshell on me. “Sorry ma’am, but that won’t do, I can’t guarantee that you won’t just put it back on, the whole thing’s gotta go.” And so the guard smacked me with a twist that pulverized my plans to dust, worst yet, I had been hoisted by my own petard, as Gary would have no idea on what type of suit I’d wear, or that the beach would enforce their rules so ludicrously, my hands shakily pushed the suit down my hips and legs until it crumpled down near my feet. Now that I was naked, stripping Gary naked as well could only be so humiliating, let’s be fair, if the two of us were naked, people would probably focus more on me, and Gary would find a way to make it worse. But once again I soldiered on, humiliating Gary even a little would still be a victory for me, and I still had my girlfriends waiting inside and ready to help me humiliate him, so I had the advantage inside, but for now I was naked, and I was the only one. Once inside, the staring, pointing and laughing began, this was not how it was supposed to go, it was supposed to be Gary who got stripped and laughed at by everyone while I would be the one squeezing his ass as he shrunk in humiliation, but once again it was me in that role. “Oh my god, I can’t believe this!” I heard a familiar voice coming from behind us, and right on cue, here come my friends Melissa and Star, ready to witness my abject failure. “You got stripped again!? Already!?” I felt my body heat surge without limit, I was covering my privates in shame as my very friends came over, laughing and teasing at the sight before them, and because everyone was already used to seeing me naked like this, they had no misgivings about pinching my hardening nipples and smacking my exposed rear. “And after all that effort you put into trying to trick Gary into stripping, you managed to fuck it up.” Uh oh. “Sorry, what?” Gary’s ears perked up at the mention of my plot, this was the worst possible outcome. “Oh yeah, she had this whole elaborate plan about how she was going to seduce you and strip you naked, then parading you around the beach and letting everyone play with you until you came.” yeah, keep running your mouth Melissa, you’re doing great! “You know, the typical thing that happens to her.” “Well, not really, I don’t think she ever got DP’ed in front of everyone before, that’s why we brought the strap-ons.” Goddammit Star. “Well, that’s not very nice.” Gary said in a condescending tone, giving one of my nipples a firm pinch that produced a yelp out of me and, as much as I didn’t want to admit it, it made me so unbelievably wet “I think you deserve a little punishment, what do you girls think?” “Yeah!” Melissa and Star turned on me right there on the spot, and any hope of me getting Gary back evaporated with their betrayal. And so began my humiliating parade, at first I had my hands tied behind my back with my own swimsuit as Gary took a couple of commemorative photos, and then I found myself bent over and spanked in front of everyone, the laughing and pointing only increased, and my friends took advantage of my prone state to grope my dangling breasts, all while Gary took the time to tease my pussy as he delivered hard and stinging smacks to my bottom. I was then straightened back up and held in place as Gary slowly fondled me and fingered me until I came to a squirting orgasm, it didn’t take long thanks to my exposure and Gary’s earlier teasing and spanking, my juices gushed down my thighs as my hips bucked with uncontrollable pleasure in front of hundreds of strangers, no doubt all laughing at me and recording me. That was only the beginning as my two friends used the very strap-ons I intended to use on Gary to spit-roast me in front of everyone, and Gary soon joined them, making me blow him until he came in my mouth, I was kicking myself knowing how badly this backfired. Once I was sufficiently debased, I had to stay naked for the duration of the planned trip, and since no one was willing to leave early on account of this special opportunity, that meant I was naked in front of everyone for hours, and whenever someone talked to us, Gary and everyone else would invite them to touch me, this led to many more orgasms as complete strangers were offered to grope me, and when they were not told to stop, kept going until I was being fingered to another squirting orgasm. Of course, the more often this happened, the braver people got, soon I was no longer enjoying the beach, I was too occupied with a half dozen hands mauling at my body and bringing me to one orgasm after another with no breaks in between, I had essentially become a public use toy. I was so exhausted by the end of the day, I didn’t notice that Gary and the girls had taken my swimsuit and ran back to the car right away, leaving me naked and alone, I rushed to the parking lot as soon as I noticed, and was greeted by the car leaving with everyone waving at me, I gave chase all the way to the street, and I still wasn’t let in, I was left to run around naked for the amusement of Gary and my friends. I was eventually let into the car, where I was sandwiched between Star and Mel who continued to play with my body, not aggressively enough to make me cum again, but enough to make me squirm in impatience and arousal, at this point I was completely exhausted and unable to resist, I just sat there limply as they amused themselves. We finally got home to our apartment, I was told to sit with my back against the apartment door as one last video was recorded: “Sarah, do you remember how many orgasms you had today?”Gary asked, quite certain neither of us knew the answer to that one. “No, I lost count.” I answered meekly, the answer putting a bullet point on how much indignity I’ve suffered through. “Do you think you can cum again?” Gary asked the more important question, it was obvious what was coming, or more appropriately, what was cumming. “I don’t know.” I lied, despite the constant climaxing of today, as sore as my pussy felt, I knew for a fact that I could still orgasm, and quite easily at that, I stopped squirting a while ago, but that was it. “You better hope you can, because I won’t let you in until you cum while apologizing for trying to strip me.” Gary could be so cruel sometimes, but I knew I had no choice but to obey. I let my fingers do their job, slipping into my squelching wet pussy as my hips bounced up and down on the apartment floor, I began saying how sorry I was, how I shouldn’t have tried to strip my boyfriend, I knew how unfair it was that he kept stripping me but I couldn’t get him back, and how I’m being forced to apologize for trying, and so the dam broke, I began to speak unbidden, I started saying how stupid I was for even thinking about it, how I’m always the one who ends up naked because I want to be naked, how I only fall for these pranks because I’m such a slut, and so on and so forth. The harder I verbally insulted myself, the hotter I felt myself getting, and so I kept on demeaning myself until I could stand it no longer, my body shook with the thunderous climax, this was the biggest orgasm of my entire life, caught on camera might I add. I was finally let inside, but I didn’t get dressed, I served everyone drinks while naked, and had to obey their every command, which of course chalked up a couple more orgasms to today’s streak. At the end of the night, I finally collapsed on our bed, and even then, despite everything that happened to me, I found my hand creeping down to my soaking wet pussy. Chapter 6 - Sarah Naked on the Pier It has been a while since the last time I got stripped by Gary, despite secretly admitting to myself that I enjoyed all of the ordeals Gary put me through, I was not vocally against Gary stopping, and so since I sorta gave up on the idea of getting him back for now, I assumed he’d left me be as well. I was wrong, on many levels. The next time something happened was when we were heading to the pier for a day off, it was a week before halloween and the weather was real nice, not too warm but warm enough to wear a light summer dress that Gary asked me to wear. I was really into Gary, not to mention that outside of his embarrassing pranks he was the sweetest guy I knew, so I figured it was okay to go along with this suggestion. The pier itself was very crowded, it was a weekend so a lot of people showed up to undo all the stress of the week with the multitude of kiosks and rides, many of the places sported the early decorations of the autumn season. And many were even out wearing their costumes out already! “What should we ride first?” I asked Gary, looking around at all the attractions available to us. “How about the ferris wheel?” Gary pointed at the ferris wheel that was the landmark of this pier, it sounded like a great idea to see the entire place from above, so I went along with it. Naturally, we weren’t wrong and the view was amazing, I may have been acting a little too giddy as we ascended to the peak of the wheel. “I love this view.” I breathed out. “I love this view more.” Gary said as he looked me up and down, I was feeling pretty good about wearing the dress, even more when he scooted over to my side and started making out with me. I was getting pretty hot as I didn’t resist Gary taking my bra and panties off without even removing my dress, his hands wandered around, squeezing my breasts and even fingering me just a bit before time ran out and we neared the final round of the wheel’s trip. When we got off the ride, I failed to notice Gary locking the door on my dress, this meant that when the wheel continued to allow people to get off, my dress was pulled up until it was completely off my body. I was completely humiliated as Gary pleaded with the operator (who I later found out promised a little something extra by Gary) to turn the wheel back, obviously, he refused. I was extremely panicked, whenever my eyes weren’t glued to the cabin from which my dress was fluttering, I was constantly glancing around me to make sure no one saw too much of me, which I wasn’t even sure was possible as so many people were already staring at me, some were laughing, some seemed to feel pity for me (not enough to give me anything to wear, though), and some were simply enjoying my blatant humiliation as they photographed and video recorded me. “Sorry honey, no dice.” Gary mumbled sheepishly and shrugged as he returned to my side. “Well there has to be so-” I didn’t get to finish my thought as Gary grabbed my arms and twisted them behind my back, next thing I heard was the clicking of metal against metal as something wrapped itself around my wrists. I was handcuffed. “Wha…” I wasn’t even capable of reacting to what just happened, I was now fully exposed in front of dozens of people and powerless to cover anything up, I felt Gary’s hand squeeze my ass. “I thought you might have wanted a little break from being stripped since last time,” Gary whispered in my ear, and I could feel a little chill run through my spine “but you seemed to be a little sexually frustrated, even though we’ve been having more sex.” I couldn’t believe this, it’s true that I was a little out of sorts lately, and even I couldn’t put my finger on the problem, but the idea that I missed getting stripped and humiliated in public boggled even my mind, could it really be the reason why? Almost as if in response, one of Gary’s fingers snuck its way to my pussy lips, I couldn’t believe how electrifying one touch could be as the finger barely grazed my them. “I -” and once again, before I could even muster a response, I found myself silenced, this time by something being stuffed into my mouth and gagging me, they were my panties. Almost as if gagging me freed up some of my brain’s ability to notice the world around me, I was suddenly painfully aware of the people staring at me, pointing and laughing at my humiliating and degrading appearance, those with children shooed them away and covered their sight as to shield them from my debauchery, and I wasn’t even aware that I could come this close to orgasm just by being seen. “It’s not going to be that much fun just standing here, let’s go.” Gary’s hand pulled back and squeezed a butt cheek before giving it a good smack, I had a mini-orgasm right there on the spot “I guess I was right, look at how wet your pussy is, you’re leaking like a faucet.” My body was reacting to this situation the way a starving man reacted to a feast laid out in front of him, ravenous could not begin to describe my loins’ conditions. I then felt Gary’s fingers slip into my pussy with practically zero resistance, I experienced another mini-orgasm, and I felt him pull me forward that way, I was literally being led around by my boyfriend through the pier by my pussy. It occured to me at that moment that he had me literally wrapped around his finger, I wasn’t even sure how I was still able to resist having the biggest orgasm of my life right then and there. I was slowly led through the pier’s walkways as people watched in morbid curiosity a naked woman with panties stuffed in her mouth being led around by the pussy, many snickered and spoke in hushed voices, I heard many derogatory words thrown my way, each one making my pussy pulse with ecstasy, I didn’t notice us reaching our destination, a theater hall that was used during special events, until we were right at its steps. Gary led me around to the backstage of the theater, and once we were on the stage proper, the curtains parted to reveal a fully occupied audience, I saw a sign hanging above me: LIVE EROTIC SHOW This was prepared especially for me, I felt myself being turned back around by Gary to face the crowd, and without skipping a beat, he began playing with my breasts and fingering my pussy as I stood there on stage. The crowd began to chant: “Make her squirt!” Gary’s fingers took on the chant’s rhythm, despite knowing for a fact that this was the most turned on I’ve been in my life, I futilely attempted to resist, bur it was no use, I was slowly inched to orgasm, and Gary delivered the final blow: “Come on honey, you know you want to cum in front of everyone.” I lost total control at that moment, I screamed through the panties in ecstasy as my juices squirted out onto the stage in front of everyone and I experienced the greatest orgasm of my life to date as I fell to my knees. “I want to thank you all for coming here tonight, you’ve made Sarah’s day.” Gary shouted out to the crowd below “But there’s one person who deserves special thanks this evening, come on up!” I saw the same Ferris wheel operator who refused to cooperate in retrieving my dress earlier climb onto the stage, it really drove home how easily I was convinced that I had to stay naked, and it made Gary’s words about me secretly wanting to experience this sort of humiliation a more present thought in my head. The operator stopped in front of me and unzipped his pants, his cock right there in front of my face, I knew what was being asked of me, I had been going out with Gary for a while now and the idea of sucking off anyone else almost felt wrong, but my pussy was insisting otherwise, maybe it was my lust speaking, but my brain was rationalizing the idea with the fact that it was Gary who was giving me permission. Now on my hands and knees, I opened my mouth and began sucking the operator’s hard cock, bobbing my head back and forth as my tongue wrapped around the stiff length of it. As I sucked away, I felt my pussy lips parting behind me, the familiar sensation of Gary’s hard shaft entering me instantly made me moan with pleasure, not only was I having sex with Gary in front of a live audience, I was being spitroasted by a complete stranger, and it was the best sex I’ve had in ages! I knew it, Gary was right! There was no competition between all I had felt today and the long stretch of frustration that came before it, if only at that moment, I was convinced I needed this sort of humiliation to be satisfied, and as soon as that thought entered my head, I felt myself orgasm again as hot cum filled my mouth and pussy. The last thing I remember was the cheers of the crowd as I finally collapsed on the stage in a messy heap of semen, sweat and my own juices, fully aware that there was probably nowhere in our town that I could go and not be recognized as the lady who keeps getting stripped, humiliated and brought to orgasm in public. That didn’t sound too bad, honestly, especially considering how everyone else began treating me, but that’s another story.

Samantha's Story by Kelsey Actually,” said Madison to the assembled (mostly) naked students in the university hall of residence, “Samantha’s story is interesting too, since she was a convert to naturism. She only joined the school in the sixth form. Sam, why don’t you tell them about it yourself?” The pretty, brown haired student next to Madison reflected for a while before answering. She remembered having to tell the story of her discovery of naturism when she first interviewed at the school, how she felt and what she said. * * * Some two years earlier, sixteen-year-old Samantha sat nervously with her parents, who were equally apprehensive, on the sofa outside Miss Mattingly’s office. They tried not to stare at the plump, grey-haired secretary who kept getting up from her typing to file things. Every time she did, they tried not to pay attention to the parts of her body that they weren’t accustomed to seeing. Samantha’s father couldn’t help noticing her deeply tanned, sagging breasts and buttocks and worrying about what his daughter was getting herself into. ‘Will she want to run around looking like that when she’s that age?’ he wondered. He couldn’t imagine his beautiful young daughter ever looking like that, but then not that long ago he wouldn’t ever have imagined being where they were at that moment. The office door opened and a striking and surprisingly young-looking woman came out to greet them. “Welcome to Mattingly’s Academy for Girls, Mr and Mrs Watkins, Miss Watkins. I’m Miss Mattingly, the assistant head. Won’t you come in?” she said. The Watkins family looked surprised, not that the woman was naked, but that she was so young. “I’m sorry,” said Mrs Watkins. “I didn’t mean to look so shocked. It’s just that we expected you to be much older. I mean, hasn’t this school been around for a very long time?” “You must be thinking of my great-aunt who founded the school – also Miss Mattingly. A lot of people make that mistake. Sadly, Aunt Agnes is no longer with us, but I’m proud to uphold the family tradition. Please take a seat. Miss Watkins, you may first wish to undress.” “What? I didn’t know …” sputtered a startled Samantha. “Miss Watkins,” interrupted Miss Mattingly, “you are applying to come to a naturist school. Your marks and exam results are certainly impressive, but it is important for you to be naked for your interview and tour of the school. If you are not used to the sort of nudity that will be required if you join us, it is important for both me and you to assess whether you will fit in. This school is not for everyone.” “I understand, but in front of my parents –” “My dear, your parents are the last people in the world you should be embarrassed to be naked in front of. For many of our girls, naturism started at home and was the most natural thing in the world. Those who, like you, came to it later very quickly learned not to be embarrassed at home or indeed in front of anyone. That is very much in keeping with the philosophy of the school. Of course, if you are having second thoughts …” “No! I’ve made up my mind. I just … I just didn’t realise it would start so soon,” said Samantha. “It is best to start before you come to the school, and if you are to join us next year, I strongly recommend you spend as much time naked at home this summer as you can.” “Excuse me,” said Samantha’s mother, “but we aren’t expected to undress now too, are we?” “The school policy is that visiting parents and other family – do you have any siblings?” said Miss Mattingly, turning to Samantha. “Yes. A sister two years older and a brother a year younger,” answered Samantha. “Right,” continued Miss Mattingly, returning to Mr and Mrs Watkins. “So when you or your other children visit the school, you are not required to be naked, though of course you are more than welcome to be so. I would strongly recommend you try being naked at home to support your daughter, so she isn’t the only one – though of course it is fine if she is.” “Thanks,” said Samantha’s father, “but I don’t think our other children would be ready for that.” “You might be surprised. The positive effects on many of our girls from non-naturist families have inspired a number to become naturists themselves, and even siblings who choose not to participate have been very supportive. Anyway, Miss Watkins, you can put your clothes over there,” said Miss Mattingly, indicating a clothes rack and table in the corner. Samantha stood and began nervously unbuttoning her blouse. She did not mind her parents seeing her in her bra, as that happened occasionally at home, but she worried about what would come after. She removed and folded her blouse neatly and laid it on the table. Still facing it with her back to the others, she reached back and unhooked her bra and slipped it off. Then, she steeled herself and turned around. Mr Watkins tried not to react at seeing his daughter’s mature breasts for the first time. He knew of course that she had filled out, but somehow they seemed larger when he saw them uncovered. He looked nervously down to his lap. Samantha realised she had to kneel down to take off her shoes before she could remove her jeans. She knelt on one knee at a time, trying not to notice her breasts brushing against each raised knee in turn and hoping her parents weren’t watching closely either. Her shoes off, she stood and unzipped her jeans. Then, after only a momentary hesitation, she pulled them down and off, placing them on the table on top of her blouse. As she stood in only her knickers, she tried to remind herself that they were no more revealing than her bikini. ‘But what difference does that make?’ she thought. ‘I’m about to take them off as well.’ Determined to be brave – she was as nervous about appearing too hesitant to Miss Mattingly as she was about undressing in front of her parents – she did not turn away to remove them. Facing the others, she hooked her thumbs into her waistband and swiftly pulled them down and off, placing them with her bra under her other clothes. Though it seemed slightly absurd in the circumstances, she didn’t want to leave her underwear in plain view. Samantha’s parents looked at their daughter naked for the first time in many years. What struck them both immediately was the tiny, neatly trimmed triangular landing strip they had no idea she had. Samantha could tell where they were looking and why. “Oh, that. It’s for my bikini,” she said. “Well you won’t have to worry about that while you’re here,” said Miss Mattingly. “You are welcome to groom yourself as long or as short as you wish. Many girls depilate completely. But we have a strict rule that no piercings are allowed.” Miss Mattingly’s own pubic hair looked natural, with only a little tidying trimming. Samantha wondered why she mentioned piercings in the context of her pubic hair, but then the penny dropped. She blushed. Her mother asked, “Are earrings allowed? Samantha has only recently had her ears pierced and it seems a shame to let them close over again so soon.” “Yes, of course. One set of discreet earrings is allowed. We try to discourage any other jewellery, though girls who wish to wear crosses or other religious symbols are of course permitted to do so. Please have a seat, Miss Watkins. And well done if this was your first time undressing in public.” “Um, my second,” said Samantha, sitting down between her parents. Unconsciously, she slumped her shoulders, as if she wanted to make herself smaller. Miss Mattingly noticed that Samantha’s parents looked surprised at her last statement. She didn’t want to put Samantha on the spot, but she was concerned about Samantha’s body language and felt it was important to inquire. She also wanted to send a signal to all three that there was nothing to be ashamed about. “Was the other time part of your discovery of naturism?” she asked. “Yes – it’s how I first got interested,” said Samantha. “Good. Why don’t you tell me about it?” “Well, over the Easter holidays we visited some friends of my parents in California. They have a son my sister’s age, and we hung out together a lot while the parents did other things. One day, it was really warm and sunny and we all decided to go to the beach. There’s a beautiful beach north of San Francisco near where they live, so our friends’ son, Tommy, drove us there – all except my brother, who said he had a cold, but I think he just wanted to play video games.” Samantha's Story -- part 2 Mr and Mrs Watkins looked at each other, not realising their son had been left alone all day, but reckoning he was old enough. They also suspected their daughter was right about the video games. “So anyway,” Samantha continued, “it was me, my sister Amy Tommy, and two friends of his, Mark and Bridget. We got some food and games and headed to the beach. After we’d been there a while, Amy said how cool it was to be on the beach in April and how remarkably tanned everyone else was. Tommy said if we wanted to see tans, we should see the nude beach around the rocks. “Amy and I were amazed. We’d never heard about nude beaches. The others all knew about this one, of course, living so close, but none of them had ever visited it. Amy said … oh, I don’t want to get her in trouble.” “There’s nothing to be ashamed about, Miss Watkins,” said Miss Mattingly. And if your parents don’t see that already, I hope they soon will. What did your sister say?” “She said she really wanted to see it. Tommy said he’d always wanted to go but never had the guts, and Mark said the same. Bridget said it sounded disgusting.” “And what did you think?” asked Miss Mattingly. “I was curious. I didn’t really know what to think, as I’d never heard of such a thing. I guess I couldn’t believe it, so I wanted to see if it was true. So Bridget was outvoted, and Tommy led the way. He’d heard about where it was and knew you could get to it either from a car park back along the road a mile away up a big hill and then down a long trail, or you could get to it around some big rocks from where we were. Naturally, we chose the closer way, but we didn’t realise how tricky it was. “We had to wade out into the surf to get around a big rocky outcropping. It was scary when a wave came in, but they weren’t that big and it wasn’t that deep, so I guess it was OK. That led to a tiny, rocky cove. Then there was another outcropping, but it went out way too far and had too many sharp rocks nearby to get around it safely through the water. Tommy had heard that you had to climb over the outcropping to the other side. That was really difficult in our flip-flops, but once we got away from the rocks at the bottom, it was just dirt so we could take them off. “When we got to the top of the outcropping, we looked down to see the beach. I couldn’t believe it. It was way smaller than the other breach, but it was way more crowded. The sand seemed almost covered with people, and they were nearly all naked! Tommy said this was the place, as if we couldn’t all tell, and led us down. “When we got to the beach below, the only place we could walk was on the sand by the water. Further inland, it was too full of people, though there were also lots of people going back and forth to the water where we were too. It felt as if we were surrounded by naked people.” “And how did you feel then?” asked Miss Mattingly. “I was really curious, but even more embarrassed,” said Samantha. “I couldn’t look at them.” “And how did the others react?” “Tommy just had this big grin, and just like that he took of his board shorts. He looked really funny, with a tan from the waist up and the knees down, but all white in between. I couldn’t believe it. I’d never seen a boy’s penis before … I mean … of course, girls don’t have penises, so … so … .” Samantha stopped, flustered. “It’s all right, dear,” reassured Miss Mattingly. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Go on. What about the others?” “Well, Mark just smirked and Bridget said it was disgusting again. And Amy … oh dear, she made me promise not to tell my parents,” said Samantha, looking back and forth at them uncomfortably. “It’s all right,” said her mother. “I don’t think under the circumstances that you need to worry about that. We promise that neither you nor she will be in trouble.” “OK. So Amy just looked at me and told me not to say anything, and then she took her top off.” Samantha’s parents were relieved that’s all it was. Mrs Watkins had even gone topless once on a beach in the south of France, so they couldn’t begrudge their eighteen-year-old daughter the same right to try it once. They were both a little uneasy, though, to hear that Tommy was naked. “And the others?” asked Miss Mattingly. “They kept their swimsuits on. So did I. I was wearing my one-piece – you know, Mum, the one with the small flower print – so I didn’t have a top to take off.” “Did you want to?” asked the assistant head. “I don’t think so – it was all still so new. I was still reeling from seeing my sister do it. But she and Tommy seemed cool about it. They laughed and then ran in for a swim. We all followed, I guess not wanting to be left there the only ones dressed on a nude beach. We swam for ten minutes then came out. Amy was really cold, and we’d left our towels on the other beach. She actually went up to some people lying down and asked if they had a towel she could borrow to dry off. They were really friendly and cool about it and said ‘sure.’ I don’t think I’ve ever seen that on a normal beach.” “We use the term ‘textile’ rather than ‘normal’” explained Miss Mattingly. “Oh, yes, I’ve read that. Sorry. I didn’t mean to imply –” “It’s all right. Continue.” “So it turns out everyone else on the beach was really friendly too. I don’t know if it was because they were all packed so close that they had to interact, or because they were naked, or both, but anyway, Amy and Tommy were soon chatting with lots of different people – some lying down, some going in our out of the water.” “And what about the rest of you?” “Mark and Bridget stuck together away from Amy and Tommy and all the nudes. I stayed with Amy. I was really curious to hear what they were talking about. I was too shy to say anything myself, though.” “You don’t strike me as a shy young lady,” said Miss Mattingly. “No, I’m not usually. It wasn’t talking to strangers I was shy about. It was because they were all naked and I was not.” “Were you embarrassed by them?” Samantha thought a moment. “No. I wasn’t embarrassed about them, I was embarrassed about myself. I felt really weird being the only one dressed. I wondered what they thought of that and of me. At least Tommy was naked and Amy was topless. I thought maybe that’s why Mark and Bridget were uneasy too. After a while, though, Mark came over and said they were continuing round the next set of rocks and they left us. “We must have spent at least half an hour meeting people, and going in for another quick swim – I couldn’t believe how cold the water was, but this time Amy didn’t borrow a towel. She and Tommy just dried off in the sun. Anyway, we realised we hadn’t seen Mark and Bridget for a while, so we went looking for them. “We found them on the other side of the rocks. It was still sandy there, but the space was too small and cut off from the water to use for a beach, so there was no one else there. We could see the long trail that led up to the road. It looked really long and steep, but Bridget said she wanted to go back that way rather than back across the nude beach. Tommy tried to tell her it was too far, and the road back to the beach wasn’t safe to walk on, but she went up the short stairs at the bottom of the trail and stood there, almost out of sight. Mark went to join her. “Not only did Tommy and Amy not want to walk that way, they didn’t want to leave at all yet. They wanted to go back to the crowded beach. They’d left Tommy’s board shorts and Amy’s top there anyway, but Bridget couldn’t be persuaded to come down.” “And did you want to stay?” asked Miss Mattingly. “Yes, and not only that. I wanted to be like Amy, but I couldn’t be in my one piece. But then, this older guy came around the rocks and talked to us.” “What do you mean?” asked her father. “How much older? Was he naked?” “Oh, I don’t mean old. I mean he was maybe in his twenties. And yes, of course he was naked. Anyway, it wasn’t like he was bothering us. He was just on his way to the trail. He stopped to ask if we were enjoying ourselves, and we said yes. He noticed Tommy’s and Amy’s tan lines and asked if it was our first time. We said it was, and he was really encouraging. He said we should make the most of it while we had the chance. I assumed he meant by undressing, so I explained that I wanted to go topless but couldn’t because of my one-piece. Samantha's Story -- part 3 “He told me that was no problem – I could just roll the top part down to my waist. I’d never seen that and worried it wold look silly. He said there was no reason to worry about that – no one would mind what I wore or how. So I did it.” Samantha looked again at her parents before continuing. “I rolled down my top. Amy and Tommy applauded, I mean in a quiet, encouraging way.” “And how did that feel?” asked Miss Mattingly. “It was great. In fact, I didn’t want to stop rolling when I got to my waist, but …” “But what?” “But Amy was still only topless, and I suddenly felt funny about showing my vagina.” “Your vulva, dear. Your vagina is inside you, so you would not have shown that at all.” “Yes, I know that, but somehow that seems … and everyone says …” said Samantha, slightly flustered again. “It’s true that not ‘everyone’ but many people use a lot of euphemisms and incorrect terms for things they think are embarrassing. Here at Mattingly’s we are not coy or circumspect or embarrassed about discussing any part of the body.” “I understand. My vulva. I was nervous about showing my vulva. God, I never thought I would be talking about my vulva in front of my parents, let alone letting them see it!” said Samantha. “A vulva is a beautiful thing, Miss Watkins. With the exception of Caesarean births, we all entered this world through one, and before that, with the exception of artificial insemination, we all entered the womb though one. I dare say few enough people meet both exceptions, so very nearly everyone on Earth has passed through one in one way or the other. The vulva, and here it is correct to speak more specifically of the vagina, is truly, as in the title of the famous painting by Gustave Courbet, ‘l’Origine du Monde” – the origin of the world. You should never be ashamed to have a vulva or to talk about it. You should cherish it. Likewise, breasts give sustenance to new-born life. These parts of a woman’s body are the most deeply and beautifully significant things she can ever show. She should never be too shy to do so just because of some outmoded, paranoid shame imposed on her by an unenlightened society.” Samantha and her parents were uncomfortable at the frankness of Miss Mattingly’s words and the passion with which she spoke them. They could not disagree with the sense of what she said, though, and they realised this view was something they would all have to accept if Samantha went to the school. “I will remember that,” Samantha continued. “But speaking of how I felt there on the beach, I was suddenly shy. I didn’t know Tommy all that well, and this older – I mean, this guy in his twenties, I didn’t know him at all. So I just enjoyed being topless for the moment. And everyone was really supportive. No one was really looking, but no one was looking away either. We just talked naturally and without embarrassment. It was so cool!” “That’s good,” said Miss Mattingly. “I’m glad you felt that way. But what happened next?” “So the guy said good-bye and wished us a happy rest of our visit, and he started up the trail. As we looked up after him …” – here Samantha paused remembering how she thought at the time what a cute behind he had – “… we looked after him and could see the top half of Bridget and Mark waiting up above. The guy said hello to them, but poor Bridget nearly fell over backwards. It was the first time all day she had actually been confronted by a naked man up close. He looked surprised – I mean, who expects someone to be surprised by a naked man at a nude beach? So he just kept on walking. He soon disappeared, and we could only see the trail again much further up the hill. “After that, Mark and Bridget came down and joined us. I guess they were worried about meeting more naked people on the trail, even though there was a sign saying ‘no nudity past this point.’ Anyway, they joined us and asked what we were going to do. They wanted us to get dressed and leave, so I guess they were pretty annoyed by what I did.” “And what was that?” asked Miss Mattingly, and she and Samantha’s parents watched and waited for her answer. “I rolled my one-piece the rest of the way off. That really freaked Bridget out. Amy’s breasts and Tommy’s penis were one thing, though she didn’t even approve of that, but I guess when another girl showed her … vulva, it was too much. I think she was afraid we would all get naked and make her strip as well. Then …” Samantha paused again. “Yes,” encouraged Miss Mattingly. “Then Amy took her bikini bottom off as well. Suddenly, there were three of us completely naked. Bridget really started to look panicked. We assured her, though, that no one would make her do anything she didn’t want to do. She said, ‘What about coming to this beach? I didn’t want to do that.’ We all thought about that, but Tommy said we hadn’t actually made her join us, and we wouldn’t make her go back to the crowded beach with us, but that’s where the rest of us were going. “We all stood there waiting for her decision. As we were waiting, we saw the guy from the beach re-emerge on the trail. He turned and waved to us. I guess he didn’t see the sign, or pay attention to it, because I could see that he was still naked from his …” Samantha paused a moment, but she did want Miss Mattingly to have to warn her about being coy again, so she continued. “… from his dark patch of pubic hair. He must have been able to see ours too and tell that Amy and I were now naked. He gave us what I assumed was a thumbs up, though it was a bit hard to see from so far away. “After that, Bridget said she would stay where she was until it was time to leave, and she asked Mark to stay with her. Tommy told them to suit themselves – I guess maybe that was an unintended pun – and we all went back to the beach.” “And how did it feel being naked on the beach for the first time?” asked Miss Mattingly. “It was a bit nerve-wracking at first. I mean, it was hard enough to get naked just in front of my sister and Tommy. But there were maybe a couple hundred people on the beach, and so crowded together you couldn’t possibly find a private little corner. I decided just to go with it, and after a few minutes it felt really natural. I didn’t think about being naked at all.” “That is the reaction of most people,” said Miss Mattingly. “Maybe, but not all. Amy kept saying she was embarrassed, and she couldn’t stop talking about what everybody could see.” “So did she put her costume back on?” asked Miss Mattingly. Mr and Mrs Watkins were particularly interested to hear the answer, wondering if they would have not one but two naturist daughters to deal with.  “No. I think she really wanted to, at least at first, but after the showdown with Bridget, I think she worried what Tommy might think. It was almost like a dare she didn’t want to lose.” Samantha saw her parents exchange a concerned look at this description, and she worried she might have neglected to make it clear how much she admired her sister. “Actually, I think what Amy did was much braver than what I did. She was really, really conscious of being seen naked, but she went through with it and stuck with it anyway. For me, it was really no big deal. I just felt natural. I think that’s probably when I first realised I was drawn to something – though I didn’t know then it was called ‘naturism.’” “And when did you learn about that?” asked Miss Mattingly. “Actually, it was not long after that. But first we went in for another swim. It felt so good swimming naked.” Miss Mattingly gave a knowing smile. “And Amy said the same thing, as it was her first time without her bottoms on. I think she warmed up to the skinny-sipping part more easily than the beach lounging part. While we were in the water, I asked why she was so shy all of a sudden, when she had been so outgoing before. She said topless was different. Showing herself ‘down there’ (her words, not mine) was only meant to be for … sex.” “Oh my,” said Miss Mattingly. “How wrong she was.” “So anyway, I asked her why she didn’t mind being naked earlier with Tommy then. She just gave me a funny look. Oh dear! I hope I haven’t said too much again!” “It’s OK. Please continue.” Samantha's Story -- part 4 “When we came out, she wanted to lie down rather than walk around naked. The thing is, we didn’t have our towels with us. Amy still wanted to lie down just in the sand, so we found a spot almost big enough for the three of us. Amy lay on her front, but Tommy and I didn’t mind lying on our backs on either side of her. We lay that way a while, until Tommy warned us about getting too much sun on one side. He and I turned onto our fronts. Amy didn’t want to lie on her back, though, so she sat up and wrapped her arms around her knees. This hid her private parts …” “We do not use that term at Mattingly’s,” interrupted Miss Mattingly. “It is a central tenet that there are no such things as ‘private’ parts.” “Sorry,” said Samantha. “I mean it hid her breasts and vulva from view. The only problem was that after only a few minutes, she realised that she had got sand all up in … in her vulva?” “Not in this case,” explained Miss Mattingly. “The sand was most likely between her labia minora, or possibly even within her vaginal opening. It is not important. I think we all get the picture.” Mr and Mrs Watkins certainly did, and they shifted uneasily at their naked daughter’s rather detailed account of their other daughter’s awkward predicament. “Anyway,” continued Samantha, “she was really uncomfortable, and for that matter Tommy and I were completely covered in sand too, so we had to go back into the water to rinse it off. When we came out, Amy realised lying down wouldn’t be an option. So we had to walk around. Amy felt really self-conscious, and I think she wanted to cover herself with her hands, but that would have looked really ridiculous.” “More ridiculous than walking around naked?” asked Samantha’s father. Miss Mattingly shot him a disapproving look, and so did Samantha. “It was not ridiculous at all, Dad. What’s ridiculous is covering yourself with flimsy, uncomfortable swimsuits that are supposed to hide something but really just draw attention to it. Do you think I look ridiculous now?” Mr Watkins looked at his daughter. She did not seem ridiculous. She seemed proud, articulate, honest and unpretentious. “No, Sweetheart, you don’t. I’m sorry. I just meant Amy must have felt … uncomfortable, and I was surprised she found it more comfortable not to cover herself.” “I guess you had to be there, Dad. There was a mood about the place. It wasn’t a mood that said ‘You have to be naked,’ it said, ‘You shouldn’t be ashamed to be naked.’ Amy knew covering herself would send a signal that she was ashamed. I’m proud she didn’t, no matter what she felt.” Miss Mattingly took note. She was forming a very good opinion of the candidate before her. She asked Samantha to continue and explain how she found out about naturism. “It was when we were walking about. The people were still really friendly, and it was easy to make conversation, only this time it was Tommy and I who were asking all the questions while Amy was quiet. I think, though, that after a while of standing up without covering herself, she must have got more comfortable with it, as she became a little more talkative. “So anyway, while we were walking about, the guy from before came back. He had just gone up to the car park to get a cooler of … soft drinks.” This wasn’t strictly true, but she didn’t want to say it was beer in a school interview in front of her parents. “He congratulated us for joining in the spirit. When he asked where we were sitting, we explained about the towels, and he invited us to join him as he had a blanket spread out with a little room to spare. We happily took him up on the offer. He was really nice, and full of information. We ran out of the usual small talk questions we’d asked everyone else on the beach pretty quickly, which meant we could have a more involved conversation. “I asked him first whether he had gone all the way up to car park naked. He said yes, but he took a towel with him in case he needed it. As it happened, there were no cars on the road, so he didn’t bother. I asked him what about other people on the trail, and he said that was never a problem as anyone on the trail down to the beach was probably a naturist, except for our two friends, and he was sorry it he alarmed them. “Peter said not to worry about Bridget, that she could be alarmed by her own shadow. But I asked him what he meant by ‘naturist.’ That’s how I first heard about it, and when he described what it meant, I just knew that’s what I was. I had never felt so free and natural. It just felt right, and I wanted to be with other people who felt the same way. As soon as I could, I Googled as much information as I could, and I was absolutely fascinated. I showed it to Amy and asked what she thought of naturism, but she just shuddered. It wasn’t like Bridget, though. I don’t think she was disgusted by the other naked people, I just think she didn’t want to be naked herself. “My response, as I said, was completely different. And when I was Googling again some time later and found out about Mattingly’s, I just knew it was the school for me. I’m just sorry I didn’t discover it before the sixth form and can only have two years at the school – if I’m lucky.” “Thank you, Miss Watkins. That was a most compelling account. I think you will fit in very well here. Are you ready for a tour of the school?” “Am I?” said Samantha, standing up tall and proud. “You’d better believe it!” Samantha's Story -- part 5 Samantha gave an abbreviated version of this account to the meeting of university students, leaving out Miss Mattingly’s interjections, but including all the essential detail.  “Thank you, Sam, that was really interesting,” said Lisa. “Anybody have any questions?” “Yes,” said one of the other new students sitting towards the back. Did you actually go naked at home that summer?” “I didn’t wait until the summer. After the school tour, which was fantastic, I told my parents on the drive home that I wanted to start going naked right away. They weren’t sure and said they had to discuss it with my brother and sister first. I pleaded with them, and they said we could have a family meeting that evening.” “So what did your brother and sister say?” asked the same student. “When we all sat down after dinner, they explained that I had been accepted to the sixth form at Mattingly’s and that it was a naturist school. My brother asked what that was. My parents thought I could explain it better, so I told him naturists believed clothes were not necessary in most situations and that the naked body was nothing to be ashamed of. My brother just sat there with his mouth open in astonishment. Then he asked if that meant I had to be naked sometimes at school, so I told him it meant I had to be naked ALL the time there. He couldn’t believe it.” “And what about your sister?” “Well, she had heard about naturism from me of course, and she knew of my interest, but I think she was still amazed to hear about the school. She just rolled her eyes at me. Then my brother asked if I would be naked when I came home at night, and I explained it was a boarding school. He said, ‘That’s good. So you won’t be naked at home.’ My parents and I all looked at each other, and then my mother explained that the school thought it would be a good idea for me to get used to being naked before I went there, and they agreed. “My brother asked when this would start, and what would happen when he had friends over. My parents explained that I wanted it to happen right away, but they wanted to discuss it as a family first. As for friends visiting, they hadn’t thought about it but she reckoned that when other boys came over to visit him, I should get dressed, as otherwise their parents might be upset. As for girls visiting my sister, they were mostly eighteen already, and as they were girls – women actually – I could be naked if they didn’t object. My sister was surprised to hear that, but she reckoned it sounded like a reasonable rule. She just couldn’t imagine any of her friends agreeing. “So then my parents asked my sister if it was OK with her if I went naked at home, and she replied, ‘Sure, what do I care?’ She didn’t say anything about how she had gone naked on the beach, and of course she didn’t know my parents already knew. That only came out later. That left only my brother. “My parents asked him if he minded if I went naked. He said it sounded weird and crazy. That made me really upset and a bit angry. Then he said, ‘I can’t even imagine what it would be like to see my sister naked.’ Then I lost it a bit. I stood up and shouted at him, almost, ‘You want to know what it would be like? This is what it would be like!” Then I started pulling my clothes off as fast as I could. My parents tried to stop me, but I was furious and didn’t stop until I was completely naked. I said to him, ‘Here, take a good look. What on earth is wrong with this?’ “Wow,” said Lisa. “What happened then?” “Well, my parents were really cross that I did that, and they sent me to my room. My sister told me later that my parents then told my brother they were sorry if my actions offended him, but that they really didn’t think that my being naked was something to be upset about. They also explained how strongly I felt about it (as if I hadn’t shown that myself), and they hoped he would respect my feelings. Then my sister stood up for me as well. She said she told my brother if he objected then he was a jerk. My parents glowered at her, but in any event it did the trick. My brother said he reckoned it would be OK. “My parents called to me that I could come out. I asked if I had to get dressed, and they said, ‘No, dear. You never have to be dressed at home if you don’t want to – unless there are boys visiting.’ And you know what, from that day, I was naked at home as much as I could possibly be. As soon as I got home from school, off came the clothes until it was time for school the next day. I had to dress when my brother had friends over, but frankly he tried to avoid that.” “And what about your sister’s friends?” asked another voice from the back. “That’s funny. Despite my sister’s prediction, not a single one of them objected. Several thought it was cool, even if they didn’t get it themselves, and they told Amy she was lucky to have a sister like me. I was really happy. Then, one day, one of Amy’s friends asked if Amy ever went naked, to which of course she said ‘No.’ “Then her friend asked if it would be OK to sunbathe topless in our garden. My brother and parents were out, and the garden is really private, so Amy says she guessed it was OK. She and her friend went out back and her friend took her top off. Amy didn’t, but when her friend kept prodding Amy to say whether she’d ever been topless on the beach, she finally said yes, and then Amy reckoned she might as well join her friend and took her top off as well. It was a really nice day, so I went out and asked if I could join them. “We had a great time lying out in the sun, and we didn’t hear when my mother came home. Suddenly, she poked her head out the door and said, ‘Hi.’ Amy quickly tried to cover up, but my mother said, ‘Oh, it’s OK dear. I already know about your trip to the nude beach. Don’t be cross with your sister. She didn’t want to tell us, but, well, it just came out. But don’t worry. We’re absolutely fine with it. You’d better finish soon, though. Your brother will be home in twenty minutes.’ Then she popped her head back in, having no idea what she’d stirred up. “Amy shot me an angry glance, but her friend was fascinated. ‘You’ve been to a nude beach? What was it like?’ she asked, but Amy didn’t want to say a thing. ‘Ask our little naturist friend here,’ she said, looking at me. ‘Just don’t tell her any secrets.’ “I felt terrible. I tried to explain, but Amy was too upset to listen, so I just went in. A few minutes later, Amy and her friend came in too, and Amy ran upstairs to her room. Before she left, though, her friend took me aside and asked me all about the beach and this naturism business. She said it sounded amazing and she wanted to try it. She even offered to drive me to a nude beach if we could find one near home. I was really excited by that, but I suggested she discuss it with Amy. ‘Do you think Amy will join us?’ she asked. I said I doubted it, but it would be great if she did.” “And did she ever?” asked the first new student. Lisa thought Samantha had been put on the spot long enough and that others should have a chance to speak, so she said, “That sounds like a great topic for another time. Thank you very much, Sam. Now, would anyone else like to introduce yourself?” THE END (for now)

Sasha Serves Valentino's Investors by LikesToWatchHer Sasha is exposed as a naked waitress. Tino, the owner and maitre d' at Valentino's Italian Bistro, gently draped Sasha and John's coats over his forearm and held them out to the hostess. "Please hang these while I seat our guests." He instructed her. "Signorina?" Tino offered Sasha his elbow, through which she hooked her arm, and he escorted the couple to their usual corner table at the intersection of the two burgundy leather banquettes, John following behind them. Tino pulled the table out from the corner so Sasha and John could seat themselves, and then unfolded their napkins before placing them in the diners' laps. Sasha's short black cocktail dress had slid far up her hips as she sat, and Tino draped her napkin softly over her exposed upper thigh. "So nice to see you both this evening -- we're always excited when you come. Would you like the usual?" Tino asked? "Yes," John replied, "a bottle of pink champagne, per favore. No hurry." "I will tell your server, please enjoy." Tino said, giving the couple an exaggerated wink before returning to the hostess stand. "It's nice to be regulars and get the VIP treatment, isn't it?" Sasha asked. "They like us here." John replied. "And the feeling is mutual!" Shortly, the server delivered their champagne. He opened the bottle with a napkin, poured them two glasses, wrapped the bottle, and shoved it down into the ice in the chiller by their table. Moments later, Tino returned, his own glass in hand. Sasha and John could smell the bitter amaro as Tino pulled up a chair to join them. "May I?" He asked. "Sure," answered John, "To what do we owe this treat? What's new? Where's Gino tonight?" "Gino has the evening off. He'll be sad to have missed you both." Tino winked again at Sasha, and she smiled and blushed. "I came over to talk to you because I have a favor, maybe more of a proposition, really, to ask of you." Tino stated. "For you, anything." John said. "Next Friday is our annual investors meeting in the private dining room in the back." Tino explained. "Normally, we have Emmanuella serve -- she is our very best server. I'm sure you agree." "We love her." Said Sasha, "She's always so warm and attentive." "Exactly -- and she knows how to work the money-men and send them home stuffed and happy." Tino agreed. "The problem is this: she's leaving tomorrow for a two-week trip home to Napoli. I didn't think through the calendar when I approved the time off. My mistake. Now I've got nobody but Giuseppe and Alberto to work as servers. I can't spare them from the main dining room, and even if I could, they just cannot deliver the experience that the investors are expecting." "That is a conundrum." John commiserated. "But how can we help?" "Well, it's really mostly Sasha's help I am hoping for. I was talking to Gino about this situation, trying to figure out whom we could ask to fill in for Emmanuella, and he suggested you, Sasha. I know you are a professional person, not a waitress. But I would compensate you well - $1,000 for the evening. Four hours at most." Sasha gulped. Over the last year, almost every time she and John saw Gino at the restaurant, they were sitting in this very corner, Sasha bottomless, secretly flashing Gino her beautiful half-Asian pussy under the table, spreading her legs, fingering herself, letting Gino watch. Sometimes even letting Gino touch. Sasha knew that Gino was hot for her, but she wasn't sure why Gino thought a waitressing job would be right for her. "This town is full of waitresses looking for work. Why me?" Sasha asked. "Gino adores you -- you know this. And I will be honest, he told me some time ago about your, how should we say it -- 'arrangement.' He's should have realized I would notice all the pink champagne and crème brulé that he was comping you. When I confronted him, he confessed." "Oh god, I am so embarrassed." Sasha moaned, her eyes wide with shock, her face turning beet red. "No, no -- it is ok! It's totally ok!" Tino placed his hand reassuringly over Sasha's. "That was months ago. I have allowed it to continue. It's important to have regular customers -- and if they are an attractive couple like you two obviously are, so much the better. You two have brought a good energy to the restaurant. And that's mostly why I want you for this job -- you are so cheerful and positive. Warm, but clever. You melt hearts with that beautiful smile of yours, Sasha. Gino said he thought you had worked as a server in college, and we both thought you would have the experience, the attitude, the charm to mollify a room full of arrogant restaurant investors. And the smarts to hold your own with them." Sasha was comforted by Tino's warm touch and kind words, and relieved to hear his warm explanation. She was also flattered. Though still embarrassed that Tino knew their secret, she felt the tension in her belly ease. Smiling at Tino, she thought to herself 'He said that I am beautiful.' She leaned forward and gave Tino a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you for saying that, Tino." Sasha said. "That's very kind of you. We have speculated whether anyone else knew, but just assumed it was only Gino. So, this is the investors' annual meeting?" She asked. Tino nodded and sipped his amaro. "And how's business?" She continued. Sasha was no dummy. She had an MBA in finance and worked with lawyers and bankers and investors every day. She knew if the annual report was bad, the investors would not be in a good mood, and then nothing about this gig would be pleasant. "You ask the smart questions." Tino said. "Business has been spectacular. Revenues are up, reservations are up, profits are up. Maybe it's a coincidence, but I think you are our lucky charm. So, Gino and the chef are working together on a very special menu for the investors, and I think they will be ecstatic. If all goes well, I'll be able to give Gino and the other staff a little raise. So, what do you say? John, may I conscript your girlfriend for one night to serve dinner to four wealthy restauranteurs?" "It's not up to me," responded John "it's Sasha's time. I certainly don't mind, though. I know we don't have any plans that night." "It's not like we need the money," Sasha mused, "but on the other hand, it's hard to turn my nose up at $250 an hour. That said, we'd probably end up just spending it all here anyway." She laughed. Tino could tell that Sasha was vacillating. He wanted this half-Asian stunner for this job and didn't want her to get away without agreeing. "I tell you what." Tino said. "I'll sweeten the deal. Once you do this, you will be like part of the Valentino's family. You two can have the staff discount -- half off -- for as long as I own this restaurant. You can even have the discount tonight, if you say yes." John cocked an eyebrow and looked to Sasha, as if to say silently 'That's a pretty sweet offer.' "Ok, I'll do it. Here's to Sasha the server!" She enthusiastically raised her glass to John and Tino, who toasted her. "To Sasha the server!" Both men said, clinking their glasses. "I will leave you to your dinner." Said Tino. "I cannot thank you enough -- this means a lot to me. I know my investors will be in good hands. Grazie -- molti grazi." "Tino," Sasha said, almost whispering, leaning in towards him, "can I ask a question?" "Anything, my dear. What is it?" Tino responded. "Are you and Gino expecting me to expose myself to the investors? That's not what this is about, is it?" Sasha whispered to Tino. "No, sweetheart. No. These men, they need a server who knows how to make them feel important and special. One who knows which side to serve a plate from. Who will keep their glasses full, laugh at their jokes, and send them home satiated and smiling. This is the service that Emmanuella provides, and whatever you can do to make that happen, I will be in your debt." Tino gave Sasha a reassuring pat on her thigh. "Thank you, Tino." Sasha responded with relief. She placed her hand over Tino's and squeezed. "And thank you for not firing Gino!" "Fire him? I wish I could promote him!" Tino laughed. "Business is good!" Tino stood and excused himself. The couple devoured their meal, Sasha all atwitter about her little waitressing gig. She spent the dinner studying the servers, and reminding herself out loud of all the details that go into being a good waitress: what goes where, when flatware is removed and replaced, how often to refill glasses, where to stand to be out of the way, how to summon the bus boys, how to talk to the chefs. Once or twice over the course of the evening, Sasha caught Tino looking towards her from the host stand, and she would separate her knees to give him a momentary view of her warm pale brown slit visible through her transparent lace thong. Tino seemed less zealous than Gino to get a peek, but Tino would smile and give a nod of gratitude when Sasha did show herself to him. 'Tino likes my pussy, but he's not a lech. That's good.' Sasha thought. The couple finished their meal, paid their (discounted) check, and stopped briefly at the host stand to say goodnight to Tino. "Gino will call you tomorrow or the next day to finalize the arrangements. Thank you again Sasha. Thank you too, John. I will see you next Friday, Sasha. Have a lovely weekend. I cannot express what a relief it is to place this event in your hands. I will see you next Friday." "See you!" Sasha said, giving Gino an Italian farewell -- one kiss on each cheek. The week flew by. The work days seemed to pass in minutes, and Sasha spent her evenings researching the duties of a fine dining server, and planning her outfit. Before she knew it, the week had passed. She cut out of her office a little early on Friday in order have time to change and get to the restaurant by 6:00 PM. The investors were to arrive at 7:00, and the dinner was expected to end at 10:00. "Wear something sexy, but not not over the top." Gino had advised her. "White shirt, black skirt. Short, but not too short. Your legs always look amazing in heels, but it is hard to wait tables in heels for hours -- most waitresses wear running shoes. But it's up to you." Sasha stripped naked and stood before her bedroom mirror. She had laid her clothes out on the bed: a white cotton button down shirt with a man's collar; a tight but stretchy black pencil skirt -- more of a mini skirt -- that landed mid-thigh (high enough to show off her long tan legs, low enough not to be salacious); no bra because Sasha's breasts were small and the shirt was opaque -- she figured she'd be covered enough, and if the investors saw a nipple pressing against the starched cotton, who knows -- they might just appreciate it; and a pair of low-heeled pumps -- not as comfortable as running shoes, but far sexier, while still more comfortable than her stilettos. No tights or stockings. And concealed under the skirt, a black cotton g-string ('No panty lines tonight,' Sasha thought). She stepped out of the bedroom and twirled for John. "You look extraordinary!" He said. "If you were my waitress, I'd seduce you and take you home with me!" "Good thing, since I live here." Sasha joked. "Sasha?" John spoke her voice quietly. "What is it, baby?" She cooed. "I've been thinking. I'm not sure I believe Gino and Tino that they're not expecting you to show these investors some skin." He said. "I know -- I've had the same thought. But Tino promised." Sasha said. "Well, if they do, I just wanted you to know, I trust you and it's ok with me. I don't own you -- you can do anything you want. Just be safe and smart about it." John said. "Baby -- you're the best. Nothing is going to happen, though." She reassured him. "I know. But take your phone -- call me and tell me how it's going." John said. "I will, sweetheart." She kissed John deeply on the lips and he ran his hand over the thin fabric stretched over her beautiful round derriere. "I'll be home by midnight. Love you!" Gino greeted Sasha at the restaurant. He showed her the private dining room. It was off the back hall with a frosted glass door that opened into the hallway between the restrooms and the kitchen. Inside the burgundy-painted room there was a separate swinging service door that opened directly into the kitchen. A round table had been perfectly set with five chairs. There were tray stands along the wall, a water station, champagne chillers. Gino gave Sasha a little waitress's "apron" -- really just a short cotton pocket or two -- that she tied behind her back and smoothed over the front of her skirt. She used the pockets for a pen, her phone, and a notepad. Tino entered the room, and thanked her effusively for helping them. He stood back to admire her and Sasha purred as Gino scanned her up and down. "Do a slow spin for me?" Tino directed. She turned slowly for the two men. "Extraordinary!" Said Tino as she turned her back to him. Sasha wiggled her butt appreciatively. "You are perfect." Said Tino. "Not even Emmanuella has ever looked so perfect for one of these dinners. Brava, Sasha, brava!" "Can I tell you both a secret?" Sasha asked in a hushed voice. "Of course!" Said Tino. "I'm actually wearing underwear." She whispered and giggled. "May we see?" Asked Gino. Tino shot him a death stare, but Sasha was always eager to show herself off and had already said "Yes!" and hiked her skirt around her waist and lifted her apron to give the men another twirl. "My god you are a vision." Gino said, ogling the thin black string disappearing between the round lobes of Sasha's butt. It was not the first time he had said this to her. "Quanto tempo ci vorrà prima che vengano rimossi?" Tino asked Gino in Italian. "Non lo so. Presto, spero." Gino replied. Sasha didn't really speak Italian, but she understood Gino's reply ("I don't know, hopefully soon"), and assumed Tino had asked when the investors would arrive. She pulled the hem of her skirt back to her thighs and smoothed it down. Tino stepped out to wait for the investors and conduct the business portion of the meeting in his office. Sasha and Gino finished preparing the room, and he briefed her on the menu, and gave her a little intel on the investors. They were all men in their 40s or 50s, none of them Italian, all affluent, friendly, but serious about their money. They were used to being treated like VIPs. "If your service is exceptional, they might tip you on top of what Tino is paying." Gino offered. Just then Tino re-entered the dining room along with four other men -- a white haired man in a blue suit, a dark haired man in a tan jacket, a balding man in black turtleneck, and an Asian man in a gray dress shirt and slacks. The Asian man looked vaguely familiar to Sasha, but she didn't want to stare at him, and looked at the floor. "Gentlemen," he said, "this is Sasha. She and Gino will be taking care of you tonight." "No Emmanuella?" Exclaimed blue suit. "Mi dispiace," said Tino, "As I told you, Emmanuella is in Italy this week. But we think that you'll find Sasha a more-than-adequate replacement." "I'm sure we will, honey." Said blue suit, rubbing Sasha's shoulder apologetically. "I was just joking. We're looking forward to you." 'Handsy.' Thought Sasha. Gino seated and joined the men, and Sasha uncorked and poured a bottle of champagne for them. Over the first several minutes, with a little help from Gino, she quietly memorized their names. Blue suit was Stan Jeffries, the lead investor who owned 51% of the restaurant. Tino owned the remaining 49% of the restaurant in equal shares with the other three: tan jacket, who was named Brian Kovatch; black turtleneck, whose name was Thomas Walker; and the Asian man who was Chidi Nguyen. 'Chidi Nguyen!' Sasha thought. 'Why do I know that name?' Gino cleared the champagne flutes and replaced them with white wine glasses as Sasha served the first course: an iced tray holding at least thirty oysters. She deftly placed a small bowl of champagne-vinegar-and-shallot-vinaigrette in front of each of them men and retreated to the wall by the kitchen door. The men enthusiastically slurped at the raw oysters. "Damn these are good!" Said Mr. Jeffries. "Sasha -- would you like to join us for an oyster or two?" "Oh, thank you so much Mr. Jeffries, that's very kind." She said, stepping forward. "It's not appropriate -- I'm just here to serve." "First of all, call me Stan," he responded, "we're all on a first name basis here. Second, the only rules are the ones we make, and I'd like you to try these. If you like oysters, that is." "I do, I do like oysters." Sasha said, stepping towards the table. "Thank you, Mr. Jef..., I mean Stan." Gino deftly slid behind Sasha and pushed a chair behind her knees for her to sit next to Stan. Stan took a large oyster and spooned a dash of vinaigrette over it. With his left hand he took Sasha's chin and raised it slightly. With the right, he held the oyster over her mouth. Sasha, used to feeding herself, shot him a surprised look, but opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue for Stan to pour the slimy mollusk and its brine between her parted lips. Sasha swallowed, with an "Mmmmmmmm. So delicious." "Right?" Said Stan. "Have another!" And he repeated the same dance. "Best thing I've had in my mouth all day." Sasha joked, and the men all broke into peals of laughter. "So far!" Said Thomas Walker, and the men laughed harder. "Oh, Sasha," Stan said, unexpectedly placing his hand on Sasha's bare thigh, "I'm sorry for the crack about Emmanuelle. You've been great and it's clear to me that you fit right in with this motley crew of aging philogynists." "That's a real twenty-dollar word." Said Brian Kovatch. "It means 'admirers of women,' dum dum." Chidi Nguyen said. "You owe me twenty dollars." They all laughed more. "Have another one, Sasha!" Stan commanded. "You're too generous! One more -- ok." Sasha responded. "But then I've got to get back to taking care of you." "Tommy -- you give her this one!" Stan directed the partner seated on the other side of him. "Oh, ok." Sasha said, slightly confused. She stood and pushed her chair back. "Skip the chair, sweetheart." Said Tom. "Just come have a seat on my lap -- this will only take a second." "That's what she said." Quipped Chidi, which nearly brought the other men to tears they laughed so hard. Sasha stepped around Stan and stood between Tom's knees. She gently lowered herself to sit on his left thigh, as he prepared an oyster and offered it to her expectant tongue with his right hand. He placed his left hand over her sacrum and rubbed warmly as Sasha swallowed the briny oyster. "Thank you so much." She said, standing, feeling nervous about the men's attention. "I'll go check on the next course." Sasha retreated to the bustling kitchen with Gino in tow. "Oh my god, Gino -- is this normal?" She asked as soon as the door swung shut behind them. "Is what normal, Sasha?" Gino asked. "Them pouring oysters down my throat, and touching my legs and my butt?" She queried. "Aaah -- they are just being rowdy. They are harmless. The important thing is this: they adore you!" Said Gino, reassuringly. "I have never seen them so cheerful, not even with Emmanuelle. You make them feel at ease." "Well that's good." Said Sasha. "I wish I could feel at ease." "Here, this will help." Gino poured her a glass of champagne from one of several bottles of alcohol lined up along the wall for the investors' dining room. "Oh god, yes!" Sasha exclaimed. "I should've done this earlier." And she poured the entire glass down her throat with a single gulp. Gino put his hand on Sasha's hip. "You are doing fantastic. Relax." He reassured her. Sasha gave Gino a hug. "Thank you, Gino." She said. Together they served the next course, a rustic Italian mushroom soup. Sasha poured a French Chardonnay for each of the men and again retreated to the back wall of the dining room. "Sasha!" Called Stan. "Stop being such a wall flower. Come back and sit with us. I've got a joke to tell you." Sasha obediently seated herself in her chair next to Stan. He began, "This old coot is about to turn ninety years old. His friend wants him to have the best birthday of his life, so he hires him a prostitute and sends her to the old coot's house." "I've heard this before." Said Brian. "We've all heard this before." Said Tom. "Well don't ruin it!" Snapped Stan. "So this hooker goes to the old guy's house, strips naked at his front door, and rings the bell. He opens the door. He's shocked. He hasn't seen a naked woman for 30 years, let alone a beautiful young naked woman. 'What's this all about,' the old coot asks her. 'It's your birthday and your friend sent me to give you super sex!' she says to him." The other investors start to chuckle. Stan continues, "The old man looks confused, and strokes his chin for a moment, and then says 'Ok -- great -- I'll have the soup!'" Sasha joins them men laughing this time. "That one doesn't get old." Laughed Tom. "That is pretty good." Said Sasha. "Speaking of soup, let me clear your bowls and get your next course." "Carry on!" Said Stan, who then beckoned Gino over and whispered into his ear for a moment. Gino nodded, and followed Sasha back into the kitchen. "What was that about?" Asked Sasha. "Here, have some more champagne." Gino poured Sasha another glass, which she downed quickly, again. "Stan had a couple of requests he wanted me to convey to you." "Name it!" Sasha said. "First, he would like you to sit at the table with him when you are not serving. He wants to include you in the conversation." Gino reported. "Easy peasy -- as long as Tino won't get upset. He's not paying me to sit around. What else?" She asked. "Tino will be fine -- they all own the place. They're all paying you to be here." Gino explained. "Stan's second request is that he would like you to remove your underwear." Sasha turned white as a sheet as her stomach dropped. "What? How? Does he know? Do they all know?" "They know." Gino confirmed. "Tino told them. I hope you are not upset." "A little bit!" Sasha said, feeling flustered. "It was our secret. And then I learned it was our secret, and Tino's. Who else knows?" "Just the people in that dining room, I swear to you." Gino said. Sasha's apprehension was turning to titillation as she considered what was being asked of her. She felt vulnerable. She was sharing a private room with six men, four of them rich men. There was no escape route. There was nowhere for her to retreat if things took a dark turn. At the same time, she trusted Gino and Tino. And although she had boundaries, they were flexible. "What do they want, Gino? How far are they expecting this to go?" "I think right now they just want to know that you are not wearing underwear. They might want to see you -- maybe to see you touch yourself. Same as you do with me. Nothing more. You are safe here, Sasha." "Ok, if you promise to take care of me, Gino!" Sasha said. "I will take good care of you -- I promise!" Gino reassured her. Sasha looked around the hectic kitchen. Nobody was paying any attention to her. She reached under her skirt and hooked her thumbs through the string at her hips and dropped her g-string to the floor. Gino picked it up and placed it on a bread plate. The slick ooze on the crotch, which he turned to face upwards, belied Sasha's protestations of reluctance. "I will serve them their pasta course. You can deliver this plate to Stan." Gino said holding it out to her. "Oh my god you cannot be serious!" Sasha exclaimed. "It's what he asked for." Gino replied. "Stan said 'Have Sasha remove her underwear and bring them to me on a plate.'" Sasha's face turned deep red. 'I don't really have any other choice here, do I.' She thought. "Fine. Give me some more champagne and hand me that plate." Sasha directed. She strode back into the dining room, plate in hand. Gino followed with a tray containing five modest portions of carbonara. Sasha sat again beside Stan, as Gino worked his way around the table placing the pasta on the table. "I am told that you want these." Sasha said to Stan, placing the plate holding her g-string on the table in front of Stan. The butterflies in her stomach were doing somersaults and back kicks. She had no guess where this was all going to go. She was equal parts terrified, and exhilarated. "Thank you, Sasha -- best...server...ever!" Said Stan. He pressed the moist panties to his nose and inhaled deeply. "That is superb!" He said. "Thank you, Stan." Said Sasha, stewing in her humiliation. "You must be so wet already," Stan continued. "Would you show us, please?" A tight not formed in Sasha's stomach. She hadn't expected that demand to come so soon. She wasn't prepared. Nonetheless, Sasha stood as the men twirled spaghetti onto their forks and slurped it into their hungry mouths. She pulled her apron around to the back, and lifted the front hem of her skirt up past her mound. Standing here, genitals completely exposed to six men, four of whom she had never met before this night, was at once mortifying and electrifying. Normally she kept a patch of her straight dark pubes trimmed into a triangle just north of her clitoris -- but for this event, she had shaved completely. She wasn't sure why, since she had not been expecting this exposure. But here she was, and without a lick of hair in the way, everything was visible. Sasha's genitals were engorging with blood even as she stood there, her tiny clit forcing its way out from the fleshy folds on either side of it -- almost like a small penis growing erect before their eyes. The sweet moisture began to flow below. The men all stopped eating and stared at Sasha's exposed pussy. "Great god in heaven, Sasha, if you don't have the most beautiful little cunt I've ever seen, then I do not know who does." Stan said. "Hear, hear!" Said Brian. The others nodded in agreement. Sasha's breathing was short and shallow. She loved the attention and he praise, she felt beautiful and strong, and vulnerable and exposed, all at once. "I need a drink." She said, barely louder than a whisper. "Well why didn't you say something, girl!" Said Stan. "Gino -- fetch the young lady a drink from the bar ASAP! What would you like? Wine? Champagne? Tequila shots?" "A tequila shot would be amazing." Sasha said. Her head was spinning and she sat back down on her chair, still holding her skirt up to expose her excited pussy to the men at the table. "A round of tequila for everyone!" Stan said to Gino. "Reposado. The good stuff." "Right away, sir." Gino exited the room to fetch the shots, leaving Sasha alone with Stan, Brian, Tom, Chidi, and Tino. "Do you like to touch yourself, Sasha?" Asked Stan. "Do you like to touch yourself while people are watching you?" The questions could have sounded intrusive, or menacing, but they landed as inviting. Warm. Sincerely inquisitive. "I do, Stan. I guess I am a bit of an exhibitionist. I know you've heard. This whole situation has me feeling kind of nervous right now," Sasha confessed, "but I'm so turned on I can barely stand up." "Woot woot!" Brian cheered. "Maybe if you had an orgasm it would relieve your anxiety," Stan suggested, "why don't you give yourself one?" "I will. I will. I will do that for you." Sasha said, looking around the table, trying to regain her composure. She took a deep slow breath, in, and then out, and then another. "Don't you want to save something for the main course, though?" She asked. "See!" Said Stan, looking to Tino. "That's what makes her so good at this job. She understands pacing. Here we are rushing her. Shame on us. Lower your skirt, sweetheart. We've got all night!" Sasha felt relieved, and released the hem of her skirt which snapped down just below the crease of her hips, still leaving her pussy exposed to anyone who made an effort to look. Gino re-entered the room with a tray bearing seven shots of tequila. Stan snatched one and handed it to Sasha, who slammed it immediately and slapped the glass down on the table. "Woo hoo! That's how you do it!" Stan exclaimed. "Sasha -- here's an idea -- how about if the rest of us do ours as body shots?" "Like, out of my belly button?" She asked incredulously. "There's no limes, there's no salt." "Great tequila requires neither. But you're right, great body shots require both. Gino -- sorry to send you back to the bar." Stan said. "On my way -- right away, sir." Gino said. "Let's get you ready while he's fetching the supplies. You just need to take that shirt off and lie down somewhere. We can put two chairs together and you can lie across them." Said Stan. 'Shirt off?' Sasha thought. 'I never show my breasts. They're so small. Oh god. What am I getting myself into.' Sasha obediently began to unbutton her shirt, pulling out of the top of her skirt, loosing the final button and tossing the shirt back over her shoulders. "You are a vision, Ms. Sasha." Said Stan. "Here, lie back over these chairs." Sasha reclined across two of the chairs, her feet on the floor, her butt supported by one, her shoulders and head by the other. Gino returned with salt and line wedges. Stan took the salt and made five little piles of it on Shasha's torso. One by each nipple, one in her supersternal notch, and two on her abdomen. "Gino -- talk about plating a dish at the table! Your job is to place a lime wedge in Sasha's teeth each time one of us is ready to take a shot -- got it?" Stan directed. "Got it, sir." Gino replied. "You first, Tino -- host can start." Said Stan. Tino stood and came over to Sasha. She pulled her abs in tightly to make a deeper cavity at her belly button as Tino poured his shot into it. He licked the pile of salt above Sasha's sternum, Gino placed a lime between Sasha's waiting teeth, Tino slurped the tequila out of Sasha's belly button, and extracted the lime from her lips. He was as gentlemanly and proper as a man doing a tequila shot off the body of a half-naked hottie could possibly be. Brian was next. He took one of the salt piles from Sasha's abdomen. Then came Chidi, who did the same. Sasha could swear she detected a look of recognition in Chidi's eyes has he looked into hers while extracting his lime from between her pink pursed lips. Tom was less gentlemanly. When he licked the salt off of Sasha's left nipple he sucked it into his mouth and flicked his tongue over it before sucking his tequila from her belly. And Stan, similarly, placed a hand high on Sasha's thigh as licked all around her right nipple, before sucking up his tequila, sliding his hand behind Sasha's head, slithering his tongue between her lips, and scooping out his lime. He left his lips pressed into hers for a long moment. "Extraordinary!" Stan proclaimed. Sasha sat up, swept her hair back, reclaimed her blouse, and pulled her chair back to the table. She started to pull her shirt back over her shoulders when Stan stopped her. "Sweetie, are you cold?" He asked. "I, uhm, no. I'm not cold at all." Sasha answered honestly. "Then why don't you just leave that off and let us admire your gorgeous body while we eat the rest of our dinner?" Stan suggested. Sasha assumed that it was more of a command than a request. "Ok, I mean, sure." The warm tequila in her tummy was putting Sasha more at ease with her vulnerability and her nudity. "But your mains are almost ready, I think, and I shouldn't go into the kitchen like this." "Nonsense -- you stay right here with us, pretty lady! Gino can take over the service. Can't you, Gino?" Stan asked. Again, it didn't really seem like a request. "Absolutely sir. Right away." Gino retreated to the kitchen by himself. "Tell us a little about yourself, Sasha." Stan said to the nearly naked girl sitting beside him. "Well, I work in... uhm." Sasha suddenly felt profoundly ridiculous. She was sitting in a private dining room in the city's fanciest Italian restaurant with five wealthy men -- fully clothed wealthy men, as far as that goes. She was wearing only a waitress's apron, a short skirt, and a pair of pumps. In this salacious state of undress, she was about to discuss her day job and her educational. She started laughing at the absurdity of it all. She couldn't stop, it grew into one of those laughs so deep and hard that it almost hurts and you cannot tell if it will ever subside. Sasha gripped her sides and bent forward, squeezing her eyes shut as the laughter persisted. The men too began to laugh with her, and in a moment they were all roaring. This was the scene to which Gino returned with a tray of lamb chops and chimichurri with roasted fingerlings, a bottle of rare Italian Primitivo tucked under his arm. As he began to set the plates around the table and pour the wine, the spasms of laughter in Sasha's clenched belly began to subside enough for her to speak. With tears running down her cheeks, she said "I'm sorry. This whole situation just suddenly struck me as hilarious." She laughed some more. "Baby doll -- it is hilarious." Agreed Stan. "It's fucking ludicrous. I do not for the life of my understand why you are still wearing that skirt." Sasha's head snapped up -- she looked hard and deep into Stan's eyes. "You get it!" She exclaimed. "You see me!" Stan was just cracking wise, but in that instant Sasha knew that Stan understood exactly what had triggered her laughter. Her pupils dilated slightly. She looked deeply into Stan's eyes, searching for another sign. "I do see you, and I'd like to see more." Stan said with a wink. Sasha stood up and turned Stan's chair towards her. She straddled his left thigh, lowering herself onto it, grinding her pussy into his leg and taking his cheeks between her hands. Sasha planted a kiss right on Stan's lips. She stood again, untied her apron and dropping it to the floor. Sasha unzipped her skirt and pushed it down off her thighs. She kicked her pumps under the table. Sasha returned to her chair, and pulled her knees up to her chest, her feet on the edge of the seat. Her sex protruded luridly from between her thighs. "I'm in finance." Sasha said, only to break into a fit of giggles once again. "At an investment bank." "MBA?" Asked Stan. "Yes, in finance. Stanford." She responded, running her hands up and down her bare shins. "Holy crap, girl! You're some kind of brainiac, apparently!" Tom exclaimed. "I did ok." Sasha said, modestly. "Wow I had you pegged all wrong." Said Brian. "It's ok. If I were in your shoes, I'd think I was just a desperate waitress or a sex worker or something." Sasha replied. "Hey -- I'm a modern feminist. I want it all!" Sasha started laughing again, and the men joined in. "So now that your lamb chops are here, do you want that show we were talking about." Sasha asked, looking around the table. "I want to see what a Stanford MBA looks like when she squirts." Said Chidi. "As do we all, as do we all." Said Stan. "I need to do something first, I hope you won't be upset." She said, apologetically. "What is it?" Stan asked. "I need to make sure my boyfriend is cool with it." She answered. "Boooooooo!" Said Stan. "We don't need your boyfriend raining on our parade!" "I'm 99.999% positive that he's fine with this. Great, even. He might even want to watch." Sasha responded. "Do what you've gotta do." Said Stan, slicing of a piece of lamb. Sasha grabbed her phone from the apron and FaceTimed John. He picked up immediately. "Hey Sweetie!" She said, glad to see his familiar face in these unfamiliar circumstances. She held the phone so that John could see only her face, not her bare shoulders. "What's up?" Asked John. "How's the dinner going?" "It's going great." Sasha responded. "I'll say it is!" Stan quipped. "Who's that?" John asked? "One of the investors. His name is Stan. They're all super nice -- I'm having a great time." Sasha said. "John, baby -- I want to make sure this is ok with you." "Make sure what's ok with me?" John asked. "I already told you that you can do anything you want." "I knew she didn't really need to call him." Brian muttered. "They want to watch me masturbate, John. Just me, naked in a room with six men. Tino and Gino are here. They all want to see me come. Are you ok with that?" Sasha asked. "Baby, I'm ok with anything that you want to do." John said, reassuringly. "If it feels right to you, it's fine with me." "Thank you, baby, mwah!" Sasha made a kiss at the phone. "Do you want to watch too?" "You don't need to ask twice." John said. Sasha stood up and walked to the far side of the table and handed the phone to Tino, reversing the camera and showing him how to point it at her empty chair. Then she walked back and sat down. John saw Sasha drop her feet to the floor. She slouched in the chair, curling her sex up towards the men and the camera. She inserted a finger into her vagina to wet it and began to stroke her clit. She spread her knees apart as far as they would go and spanked her clit with the flat of her hand, before resuming her stroking. It felt delicious. All five men were staring at her with rapt attention. Tino slowly panned the phone around the room so that John could see all the older men leering at his girlfriend, naked as a jaybird, stroking herself. Sasha moaned. John rubbed himself through his pajama pants. Sasha pulled her left foot up onto the chair and reached around her thigh to sink two fingers from her left hand into her splayed and dripping gash, just like she had done for Gino on her first night at the restaurant. Her eyes danced around the room, moving from Stan to Tom, then to Chidi, Brian, and Tino, and then Gino, then the phone. Then back to Stan. Her cunt was dripping all over the seat of the chair. She was getting close, but needed more to get over the edge. "Stan," she said breathily. "I need you to do something for me." "Tell me, doll." He answered. "Pinch my nipples. Pinch them hard." She begged. John watched as this silver fox in a suit -- a older wealthy man he had never met or seen before in his life -- reached out and pinched his girlfriend's left nipple between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing and twisting. Sasha's breath was growing ragged. "I'm going to come." She said, pumping her fingers furiously into herself, stroking her clit violently, her juices running over the front edge of the chair to puddle on the floor beneath. "I'm going to come." Stan reached out and grabbed Sasha's right nipple with his other hand and the dam broke. Sasha started to convulse. She whipped her fingers from her pussy and a stream of fluid shot onto the table in front of her. She grabbed the sides of her chair with her hands so that her convulsions would not throw her to the floor. And another stream of come erupted from between Sasha's legs. Then another, and another. The men were dumbstruck. Their mouths hung open as the stared at the quivering puddle of naked flesh wrapping herself around the chair in front of them. Stan reached out and stroked Sasha's thigh lightly. "Doll -- you ok? You alright, doll?" He asked comfortingly. John felt a pang of jealousy at the sight of this act of compassion, but he wasn't mad. He loved how his girlfriend brought out the best in people, even in the throws of lust. Stan's touch sent electrical shocks through Sasha's skin, to her clit, and to her nipples, and back. She convulsed. She tried to catch her breath. "Yes. I'm good. I'm great. I'm fucking amazing!" Sasha said, throwing her head back to see the ceiling, pulling her hand up to cup and kneed her breast. Stan brought his hands together with a loud clap. Then another, then another. The other men joined him. They rose and gave Sasha a standing ovation. She blinked, wiped her sweaty hair from her face, and smiled. "Thank you." Sasha said. "No!" Stan responded, "Thank YOU!" Gino came and knelt next to Sasha. "There is one more task for you." He whispered in her ear. "What is it?" She asked, breathlessly. "The final course, the dessert course, is to be served on your body. I will clear the table so you can recline on it, and the pastry chef will come plate the presentation." He responded. "The fucking pastry chef knows about this too?" Sasha asked with an incredulous sigh. "Might as well tell the bus boys while you're at it." "She's the only other one. I swear it is the truth." Gino responded. "And how did you know I'd be willing to strip naked and have desserts stuck to me?" Sasha asked. "We didn't -- but we thought the odds were good." Gino replied with a sly grin. "Perhaps you've gotten to know me too well." Sasha said. "Fine, let's go." She reached out to Tino for her phone, reversed the camera, and told John that she loved him. "A toast to John -- the world's best boyfriend to the world's best server!" Stan said. "To John!" All the men raised their glasses to John. Sasha blew John a kiss and ended the call. Gino cleared the table. Tino went to fetch a bottle of Marsala. The men mingled about the room. Gino offered his hand to help Sasha up onto the table. She sat, unsteadily at first, and reclined. Gino positioned her with her arms just slightly out from her sides, and her knees slightly separated. He used a napkin to wipe the juices off of her thighs, but left her pussy gaping and dripping as it was. The pastry chef entered the room. She was a short woman, late thirties. She had shoulder length blonde hair tied back in a pony tail. Although the lines on her face showed the worn weariness of someone who had spent decades in restaurant kitchens, she was still pretty. She carried with her a tray of desserts: cookies, tiny cakes, chocolate truffles, a collection of macarons. "I really love macarons." Said Sasha. "Have one!" Said the pastry chef, offering one to Sasha's eager lips. Sasha devoured the cookie, savoring the sensation of the sweet meringue melting over her tongue. The chef quietly went about her work, distributing the pastries over Sasha's naked body from her shoulders down to her thighs. She tried to avoid staring at the pink syrupy chasm between Sasha's legs. On the table between Sasha's shins, the chef placed five small bowls of pistachio gelato. She leaned over Sasha's face, "I've always wanted to do a dessert display on a beautiful woman. You're braver than me!" She said, squeezing Sasha's arm. "If you want some desserts to take home, come into the kitchen after you're done. I'll make you a box." The chef gathered her tools and returned to the kitchen. Tino poured Marsala into port glasses for each of the men, who stood around the table on which Sasha lay, her nakedness on full display, unable to move, festooned in sweets. "Gentlemen, a final toast -- to Sasha, and to the best investors meeting we've ever had, in every possible sense." Toasted Stan. "To Sasha!" Said the men. And then they began to eat the pastries from her flesh. Five at a time, they lifted the sweet treats from Sasha's breasts, from her hips. Stan took a chocolate truffle and dipped it into Sasha's dewy pussy before popping it into his mouth. "Mmmmm. Extraordinary. Gentlemen -- you have to try that." Stan said. The others followed suit. The stimulation triggered small spasms in Sasha's pussy each time one of the men pressed a truffle between her lips and slid it up towards her clit. She struggled to lie still. The truffles and most of the pastries gone, Stan grabbed his gelato and offered it to Sasha. "Would you like?" He asked. "Yes -- my mouth is dry, and I'm hot. That sounds spectacular." She replied. He spooned the gelato between her waiting lips as she lay on the table. She reveled in the sensation of the cold sweet cream melting on her tongue and sliding down her throat. Stan looked down at her. "Your work here is done." He said. "Thank you for an incredible evening." Stan placed his right hand on Sasha's right thigh, sliding his index finger down her slit where it came to rest a centimeter inside of her. Maybe two. Before she could protest he bent forward and kissed her on the lips. A long, slow, sweet, gelato-tinged kiss. Sasha pushed her tongue between Stan's lips and kissed him back. "Thank you." Sasha said, feeling her pussy flutter rhythmically around Stan's finger. She put her hand to his face and pulled him in for a final kiss. Sasha slid from the table, and collected her clothing, dressing herself again one item at a time as the men looked on admiringly. She grabbed a napkin and blotted her crotch with it to quell the moisture. She slid her feet into her shoes and tossed the apron to Gino. She had no intention of reclaiming her g-string. She assumed Stan had planned to keep it regardless. Sasha hugged each of the men and thanked them, shaking their hands one at a time in turn, before retreating to the kitchen to gather her dessert box. The pastry chef seemed surprised. "You look so different standing up. And wearing clothes." She said. Sasha gave her a hug too. Tino came through the swinging door and handed Sasha an envelope. He whispered to Sasha "That's the thousand dollars I promised. The investors added a tip. Thank again for helping us -- you were amazing. You are family now. We look forward to seeing you and John for dinner soon." Sasha hugged and thanked Tino, slid the envelope in her purse, and exited the kitchen into the hallway. She went to the restroom to check herself in the mirror. 'Not nearly as disheveled as I expected!' She thought. Sasha emptied her bladder, straightened out her clothes, ran her fingers through her ruffled locks, and opened the restroom door. She stopped short in surprise. Standing in her path was Chidi Nguyen. He put a hand on Sasha's chest and pushed her back into the restroom. He locked the door behind him. "What? What is this? What's happening?" Sasha asked fearfully, confused. "You don't know who I am yet, do you?" Chidi asked. "No -- you looked familiar to me, but I can't place you." Sasha replied. "I'm used to be a business associate of your father." Chidi said. Sasha's heart dropped. Now she knew who he was. He and her father had been in business together when she was a small child. She was pretty sure he had been at her fifth birthday party. She hadn't seen him for decades. "Mr. Nguyen! I do remember you!" Sasha said. "I haven't seen your father for many years. You, even longer." He said. "Is your father well?" "Yes." Sasha said. "He's healthy. Retired." "I doubt he knows what you're doing for extra cash." Chidi said. "Of course not. No." Sasha responded. "That's good. It would give him a heart attack." Chidi laughed. "Look -- I have a lot of different businesses. One of them is a gentlemen's club on the other side of town." Sasha knew the place. "The Landing Strip" it was called. Before that it had been called "The White Swallow." The new name felt like an upgrade. As strip clubs go, by reputation, it was a classy establishment. But Sasha suspected that even a classy strip club would be seedy. "You are more beautiful than any other girl working for me. Even the serious professionals. We have an amateur night on Thursdays. You should come dance. You would do well." 'Serious professional stripper' felt like a contradiction in terms to Sasha, but she wasn't going to argue. "I can tell you would really enjoy it." Chidi continued. "Girls can make a lot of money if you're good. And you're very good." He handed Sasha his card, and she slid it into her purse. "I'm not sure I could ever strip in public. That's so different. I know it doesn't seem like it, but I'm actually quite shy." Sasha tried to dismiss the suggestion. Chidi moved in close to her, pressing his body against Sasha's, pushing her back roughly against the sink. He reached under her skirt and slid his hand up pushing to fingers up inside her, his thumb clamped down tight over her clitoris. Sasha tried to protest but when she opened her mouth, no sound came out, just a gasp. "You come strip at my club, little Sasha." Chidi hissed into her ear. "I haven't talked to your father for a long time. I'm not sure he'd want to hear from me. Come next Thursday." Chidi curled his fingers hard into Sasha's g-spot before slowly withdrawing his hand from her skirt. She winced. It was a violation, but it felt delicious. "Yeah, ok. Uhm, Thursday." Sasha said meekly. "Good girl. See you soon." Chidi kissed her on the cheek and exited the bathroom. Sasha stood there, head spinning, catching her breath. She pulled out the envelope opened it to put Chidi Nguyen's card inside. "What the?" She looked in astonishment at the stack of hundred-dollar bills Tino had passed her. She relocked the bathroom door and started to count. Fifty. Five thousand dollars. For four hours of her time, these men had just given her five thousand dollars. "Jesus." Sasha said, blinking incredulously. Sasha put the money back into her purse, and called a car to take her home, where John was waiting, aroused and eager to hear all the details of her night. She shared them as they fucked passionately. She withheld a couple of items, however. Sasha did not tell John that a guy who might just be a Vietnamese gangster might just be blackmailing her to start stripping. She also did not tell John that she had been paid five thousand dollars. Everything else, she told John in vivid detail. When she described the men dipping their truffles into her sodden pussy, John moaned and began to thrust harder and faster. And when Sasha got to the part where five other men watched as she kissed Stan while he eased his finger into her throbbing hole as she was splayed naked on the banquet room table, John came in a spectacular shower of fireworks and stars.

St. Anne's Sexy Boarding School by canadianalien There are all sorts of private boarding schools out there, each one specializing in something different. When you’re convincing parents to fork out that much money, you need to be different in a distinguishable way. The boarding school I got sent to was REALLY different. I don’t think my parents meant to send me there. The promotional material is all very coy. It doesn’t really make the purpose clear. To be fair, if they did do that, the boarding school would be shut down pretty quickly. Everyone tends to get up in arms about teenagers having sex. St. Anne’s is in Japan, in the mountains, which is great for privacy. It also takes advantage of Japan’s laws on age of consent. Everything that goes on in the school is perfectly legal under Japanese law. And… look, you probably don’t care about the backstory. You don’t care about the detailed survey about my sexuality that I filled out. You don’t care about my trip there, about saying goodbye to my parents. You don’t care about the expression on my face when I realized what I was in for. You’re a sick bastard, and you just want to hear about the sex. And I don’t blame you for that. I’m one of your number now. But I want you to know they were careful. They all knew that St. Anne’s could have been hell on Earth if they weren’t careful. And make no mistakes. They weren’t perfect. For some people, it had to have been. But for almost all of us, everything was consensual. Nothing was ever done to me against my will, and I never did anything to anybody who didn’t want it done. If there was rape, there was surely no more rape than any other school. And with the sheer amount of fucking that was going on, the administration deserves props for that. * * * I was nervous as all fuck when I got to my room. I was still reeling from the revelation of the school’s purpose. Sure, we’d get a full IB education. But we’d also be having lots and lots of sex with each other. The surveys we’d filled out had been used to place us with upperclassmen (here a gender neutral term in our co-ed school). They’d show us the ropes, pop our cherries, and teach us how to fuck. We’d live with them for two years, and then they’d graduate, and we’d take their places. (Thank all the Gods that I’d filled out the survey accurately). So I open the door, and a nervous and excited girl greets me – at least I assume it’s nerves and not an earnest need to pee. She’s practically bouncing by the threshold. She’s taller than me by a bit, and she has the most beautiful brown curly hair. It bounces as she moves, and I’m entranced by it from the start. Her face is soft and round, and her auburn eyes peek out from behind thin-framed glasses. She’s beautiful in the way people are beautiful. She has a few zits, and there are bags under her eyes. She’s not an airbrushed model. But when she’s smiling at her, you don’t notice those things. Her face becomes HER FACE, and you can’t help but fall into those eyes. All of this I learned later, as I fell in love with her. At this point, all I learned was her name. “Hello! I’m Val. It’s short for Valerie.” A nervous laugh, a shy smile and an outstretched hand completed the introduction. I took it, and was grateful for the clamminess of her grip. It meant I wasn’t the only one sweating. “I’m Michael.” I was proud of myself – there was almost no waver in my voice. “You seem a bit overwhelmed by all this – here let me help you with that.” That last was directed at the bags I was struggling to get through the door. The room was fully furnished, of course, and most of the clothing I’d be wearing was the school uniform. But I still had quite a lot of stuff – posters, my laptop, fancy clothes and the like – that I’d taken with me. And I clearly wasn’t hiding my nerves as well as I’d hoped. Once we’d wrestled the luggage in, Val gave me a quick tour of the room. It was generously large by boarding school standards, with one queen bed (hers) and a twin (mine). There was plenty of closet and shelf space for both of us. In an adjoining room was a cramped office with two desks somehow crammed into it. The other door led to a fully appointed – albeit small – washroom with a shower stall (entirely clear glass), toilet and mirrored medicine cabinet. There were little traces of Val in all the rooms. Some paintings of famous ships hanging as posters in the office, a small library on a shelf at the foot of her bed in the main room, and a few cases of makeup and a straightener (which I hoped she rarely used) in the bathroom. There were some odd factoids she dropped too. “The shower has a mechanical plate in it. If one person is in it, you get ten minutes of water. But it there’s two people, you get as long as you’d like.” The purpose of that one seemed fairly obvious. “There’s a bowl of condoms in your top drawer. Mine too.” That also seemed pretty obvious. After my fifteen minute whirlwind tour (punctuated by awkward, overwhelmed silences on my part), Val guided me to my bed. “You’re probably overwhelmed.” I grunted. It was the best I could do. “I felt the same way on my first day.” “I just… I didn’t know what I was getting into. I think my parents didn’t know.” Val blinked. “I don’t think that’s possible. The school is supposed to be very careful with parents. They make sure parents know what they’re signing their kids up for. We don’t want any lawsuits, after all.” “But, do they just go out and say it? Or do they hint around it like in the booklets?” “I’m… I’m not actually sure. But surely with enough hints anyone would get it?” “My parents may be the most obtuse people in the world. I’ve never been able to hint things to them. I’ve always had to say them straight up. It’s incredibly annoying. But perhaps they’re just Machiavellian. I don’t really know anymore. A week ago, my world was pretty firm. Now I feel like I’m in a bad porno. Or what a bad porno is supposed to be like. I’ve never actually really watched one.” Val laughed. “Well, there’s an easy way to test that. If there’s queefing, you aren’t in a porno.” “Um… What’s queefing?” I was treated to more laughter, and a short lecture. “You really are clueless about this stuff, aren’t you?” I got defensive. “We haven’t all had your education.” That came out a bit more snappish then I’d intended. Luckily, she brushed it off without getting angry. “I’m sorry. This must be terribly stressful for you.” She patted my knee. “I want to promise you something: we don’t need to do anything you’re not comfortable with. Everything you’ve heard has probably given you the impression we’re all sex starved and about to ravish you at any moment. Or perhaps you’ve picked up the toxic message that men always want sex and can’t refuse it without being less than men?” “It’s a bit of both, I think.” “Well you don’t need to worry about either. For your first few months, I’m the only one who’s allowed to sleep with you. After that, I can veto other upperclassmen until the end of your first year.” This was delivered by rote, but then she looked right into my eyes. “And I won’t think any less of you if you don’t want to have sex right away. I’ve seen your survey, so I know it’s something you want to do. But we don’t have to rush into it. We can take time to get comfortable with each other first.” “How… how do we do that?” She brightened noticeably, and I couldn’t help but smile. Her earlier nerves seemed to have vanished. If only mine could go to the same place. “First, we correct your lack of porn experience. There are lots to choose from on the school media server. Then I answer any questions you have. Then we work from there.” “Isn’t it awkward watching porn with someone? When I look at pictures or think about things like that, I normally…” my cheeks were burning. “I normally touch myself. You know, down there.” I pointed vaguely at my crotch. “It’s properly called masturbating –“ this was in her clinical ‘I’m giving the correct explanation’ tone – “and pretty much everyone does it.” “Oh. I kind of thought it was just me. Or at least I did before I got here. After orientation, I was a bit less sure.” “A bit…” She shook her head, but she was smiling so it was all right. “You thought that you’re the only one who’d ever discovered something that felt that good?” “I didn’t really think it through. I was so embarrassed. Especially when stuff started coming out.” “Society.” She rolled her eyes. “We could teach people about perfectly normal bodily functions. Instead we leave it to them to figure it out on their own, and hide it behind a blanket of shame. That’s one of the reasons St. Anne’s exists. We aren’t going to shame you for any desires here. It’s called being sex positive.” “So it’s actually perfectly normal, what I’m doing?” “Yes. But don’t worry about what’s normal. Before I came here, I thought I was weird for wanting to be tied up, and wanting to tie people up, during sex, or just on it’s own. And statistically, I AM weird. Only a small minority of people want that. But there are other people who want it, and I can give it to them. Diversity of sexual desires is a great thing. It means that there’s always someone willing to try something that most people think is really, really, profoundly odd, but you think is really sexy.” My mouth was kind of gaping. This was the opposite of every message I’d ever received. “Now I happen to know from your survey that you also think about tying people up and being tied up. So let’s watch a porn about that!” “Ah… okay?” “That’s the spirit!” * * * The projector is flat to the roof, so I didn’t notice it at first. But soon enough Val has it turned on and projecting on the far wall. She goes through several menus, and I get the impression that there is a bewildering array of porn available through the school. Diversity of sexual desires indeed! As she set things up, my nervousness got the better of me, and compelled me into pacing. But once she had things ready, she patted the bed next to her, and I reluctantly climbed into it. “Before we start watching this, I want to make it clear: you don’t need to be shamed by anything your body does. If you get hard and it’s uncomfortable, adjust your dick. If you get embarrassed, feel free to blush. If it gets so hot that you have to masturbate, by all means, rub one out.” I nodded. I’m still a bit overwhelmed, and things are moving quickly, but I don’t feel scared anymore. Embarrassed, confused and just a bit curious, yes, definitely those things. “Now, will you feel better if I put my arm around you and we cuddle, or will you feel more embarrassed?” I’m touched that she asked. It would be easy for her to assume that I want the contact, and do it without asking. Had she done that I’d probably have frozen up and panicked. But she asked me, and that made it less scary. I still considered it for a second. Less is sometimes a far cry from none. But in this case, it was close enough. “Yes please.” She nodded approvingly. “That good that you thought about it. Don’t let anyone – even me – stampede you into something you don’t want to do. You can always take time to think and decide what you really want. I can’t say no one will ever get offended. But no one SHOULD be offended.” With that, her arm is around me, and the movie starts. For the first few seconds, I find the arm distracting. I can feel her warmth next to me, and I’m intensely conscious of it. I’m also conscious of the boner I’ve had ever since she started flipping through the porn titles. I take a deep breath, and surreptitiously adjust it. And nothing happens. I get no side eyes, no exclamations of grossness. For a second, I’m shocked by this. Then the action starts and I’m drawn to the novelty. ‘Bound Babes 5” isn’t big on exposition. It starts with big breasted, hairless blond women with a red ball gag in her mouth, tied to four posts set in a stone floor and struggling attractively. She’s spread-eagled which allows for a close-up of her shaved pussy. I’ve seen still shots of pussies before, but there’s something more visceral about it when it’s in a movie. The shot pans back out to reveal a dick, and then the man the dick is attached to. Like every dick I’ve seen in dirty pictures, it’s quite a lot bigger than mine. Val, perhaps sensing my discomfort, squeezes my shoulders. “I’ve never seen a dick that big in real life. Porn can give you ideas, but it’s no more real than Star Wars.” Reassured somewhat, I focused on the movie again. The women is squealing past her gag, and struggling even more. It only serves to accentuate her vulnerability. The man can do whatever he wants to her, and she knows it. He quickly takes advantage of that power to begin fingering her. She tries to get a away from his fingers at first, but pretty soon she’s moving into them, impaling herself on his hand as she moans in pleasure. “That’s a good slut. Ride my fingers.” He spanks the side of her ass a few times for emphasis. Right as her movements begin to quicken even further, he withdraws his hand and licks the juices off his fingers. “You’re not cumming yet, my pretty.” I can’t help but giggle. That line was comically bad. “That’s the other way you can tell we aren’t in a porn. Our dialogue wasn’t written by some two-bit hack.” The bound girl whines piteously behind her gag. The man’s cock has become fully hard. He bends down by her head, and begins to rub it all over her face. Some cum is leaking out of the tip, and it leaves shiny patches on her cheeks and forehead. Abandoning this denigration after a minute, the man focuses on her nipples, pinching them until they are hard and erect, and then sucking on them. The women is squirming in pleasure again, but it’s clear that it isn’t enough to cum. The man removes her gag. “Beg me to fuck you!” “Please! Fuck me! Make me cum!” The man pauses to consider it. Then he leers at her. “If you think you’re getting off before I do, you’re one dumb slut.” With that, he squats over her face and shoves his dick down her throat. She chokes on it and struggles against her bounds (there’s a lot of struggling in this porno), until he pulls it out. As soon as she catches her breath, he shoves it right back down her throat. He repeats this a few times, until she’s sobbing, at which point he finishes himself off all over her face. The woman gets a hold of herself, and begins to beg him to fuck her again. He has her lick his balls and asshole until he’s hard again, and then he’s back to her pussy to pound away with his huge cock. Like Val said, there’s no queefing. She’s yelling “Yes! Yes! Yes!” and moving into him with every thrust, and pretty soon she’s moaning that she’s coming. The man finishes with another grunt, and he withdraws just enough for the camera to get a close-up of him pumping loads of cum into her vagina. The screen fades to black. The movie lasted all of ten minutes, but my mind is spinning, and my cock is as hard as it’s ever been. Beside me, Valerie’s face is flushed, and her breathing is deep. “I have some questions, but I really need to take care of something first.” Only the fact that she’s obviously as turned on as me makes this less than mortifying. “How will you feel comfortable doing it?” That’s a very good question. Every time I’ve masturbated before, it’s been the dead of night, and I’ve been entirely sure I’m alone. I’ve never even considered doing it with someone aware of what was going on. I don’t really want her watching me, but I don’t think her being in the same room will make much difference. It may even make it more thrilling. “I think I’ll be fine under the covers of my bed. As long as you aren’t staring at me.” “I can do that. Do you want to watch me though?” Now there was another question. It didn’t really seem fair, but I was interested in seeing her ‘rub one out’ as she’d said. I meekly nodded, and she laughed. “Don’t worry, I like it when people watch me. It makes it a lot more fun for me.” She opened her dresser, and rummaged around. She handed me a condom, and took out what looked like a pink plastic penis with a few buttons on it. “The condom is for you. If you put it on clean-up will be a lot easier.” I’d always used tissues, and so this seemed like a great idea. “This,” she shook the phallus, “is for me. Fingers aren’t always enough for women to get off on.” I nodded, unsure about what to say to THAT and retreated to my bed. Once I was under the covers, I took off my clothes. Fumbling in the dark, I was able to put on the condom. I was suddenly grateful for the earlier embarrassment of the “Condoms 101” class we’d all spent an hour in during orientation. After it was on, I gave my dick a cursory stroke. I’d never had a condom on before, and I expected it to feel more different. From some grumbling I’d heard among my friends, I expected to not be able to feel my dick at all. There was a bit less sensation, but I doubted I’d have any trouble coming. This told me they’d probably been lying through their teeth about their sexual exploits, which put a whole lot of things in a new light. I wrapped myself in my covers, lay on my back, and then turned my head to the side so I’d have a good view of Valerie. She had disrobed brazenly, and had her legs spread out. I could clearly see the lips of her vagina, glistening slightly with her arousal. Like the women in the video she was completely shaved. She was gently rubbing around the outside of her pussy lips with her left hand, while her right pinched her nipples. She had smallish breasts that were very perky. Her nipples were quickly responding to her simulation, elongating and standing straight up. As I watched her tease herself, I began to slowly stroke my dick. She had her head thrown back and her eyes closed, which made me feel both more comfortable, and like a voyeur, both of which turned me on. I didn’t want to come too quickly, so I kept my strokes slow and my hand loose. After a few minutes of tentative probing around her lips, she parted them with one hand, and began to slowly stroke the insides of her passage with the other. I could hear her begin to moan, and I couldn’t help but follow suit. I was rock hard. The slight lowering of sensation due to the condom was helping me last much longer than normal. Usually, I’d have cum at this point, but I was quite content to draw it out. There was a constant temptation to rush ahead and finish, but I was following Val’s example. After a bit more exploration, Val removed her hand, and grabbed the vibrator. With a faint buzzing, it came to life. Repeating her earlier strategy, Val rubbed the buzzing head of the vibe around her lips. She was biting her lip in a most endearing way. He nipples were still solid, even though she’d stopped playing with them. The hand that didn’t have the vibrator was open on her bed. Her hips were periodically humping forward, pushing the very tip of the vibrator inside of her. She drew this out longer than I thought possible, and it became increasingly hard for me to keep control of myself. I’d never seen something so sexy, and I’d never gone for so long without coming. Val’s pussy lips were engorged, and she was visibly leaking a clear fluid. Despite her bit lip, she was moaning audibly again. Finally, Val slowly pushed the vibrator inside of her. Her other hand began to stroke the nub on top of her vagina. She was inhaling sharply, and then exhaling as a long moan. I’d seen enough. I began to pump furiously. I had to have my orgasm. Val’s hips were also pumping frantically on the vibe. As she let out a deep long moan, I felt my cock began to twitch. I fired three or four ropes into the condom. My orgasm felt much stronger than usual, and it left me breathless. Well, the long moan it elicited was the main cause of the breathlessness, but the orgasm contributed some of it. Stroking quickly became too pleasurable for me to bear, and I relaxed on my back, letting my hand fall away. Val was still going. I’d heard that women could have more than one orgasm, but it was something else to see it. She’d pull the vibe out, take a deep breath, and then shove it in as deep as it would go, moaning and shaking the whole time. Her other hand was rubbing furiously at what had to be her clit, and her bed was shaking for the ferocity of her trembling and bucking. She kept it up for maybe a minute before she turned of the vibrator, and collapsed sideways onto her bed. It was still buried in her pussy. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, doing interesting things to her breasts, which I could still see. Val had been considerate enough to collapse on her side. When the post orgasm lethargy began to recede, I peeled the condom off my dick, and tossed it in the garbage. Val didn’t stir. “Are you alright?” Val blew out a long weary sigh. “Yeah. I haven’t had anyone watch in a while. I forgot how hot it made me, and how many times it lets me come.” “So you don’t always do it like that?” “There’s lots of different ways I masturbate. Sometimes I just want to get one out as quickly as possible. Normally I’ll draw it out like that, but I can’t keep them coming for as long, and I have to stop after only a few.” She opened her eyes and looked at me. “How was yours? I heard you moaning a bit, especially at the end.” “I’ve never held it off as long as that. Normally I cum after three or four minutes.” She grinned at me. “But good things come to those who wait.” “I’ve just realized that. I didn’t realize that drawing it out made it feel so much better.” “There are a few things that make it feel better. Drawing it out is one. Toys are another. Coming close a lot of times and then backing off can make it much more powerful when it finally comes. And of course, it feels a lot better when someone else does it to you.” “Toys? But aren’t those only for women?” “The flippant answer is to point out that you have holes too. But I know lots of men are cautious of anal play, and I’m not going to pressure you to try it if you don’t want to. But there are other options. Vibrating cock rings or fleshlights for example.” “Um.” “It’s a lot to take in.” “Yesterday, masturbation was something I did when I was sure everyone else was asleep, and wouldn’t have admitted to doing in front of my friends. Now it’s being treated like a normal everyday thing. It will take me a while to wrap my head around the change.” “I was the same way. My parents never really bothered with sex ed, because they knew I was coming here. That left me to figure out everything on my own. So I get what you’re going through. I didn’t actually end up having sex until I’d been here for a month. So don’t worry if you feel like you need to go slowly. Besides, you being so innocent makes it so much sexier.” I wasn’t entirely sure how to feel about that. I did sometimes fantasize about a more experienced women teaching me everything. But it was a bit more intimidating in real life than in my fantasies. “Thanks. I think.” She levered herself up, and went to my dresser. Her rummaging in the drawers gave me several interesting views, and I was more interesting in artistic appreciation of her than what she was doing. She interrupted my study by throwing my pyjamas at my face. “Here, you can put these on if you want to get out of your bed.” I slipped them on under the covers, and then pushed the covers aside and sat up. Val clearly felt no need to cover herself up. Once I was standing, I realized I had no idea what I was actually supposed to be doing. I was alone in a room with a naked woman who thought corrupting my innocence was sexy. I didn’t have a script for this. “So, um, what now?” “I was thinking some cuddling? I’m sure you have lots more questions. Like about the movie.” “Oh. It’s okay for me to cuddle with you?” She walked back to her bed, and I admired her ass. I’d heard that tight asses were in some way desirable. I was pretty sure her ass was tight. It was certainly desirable. “Here. Come sit on the bed, and lean against the wall.” I did as she said. Once I was settled in, she scooted herself over so that she was in front of me. “Spread your legs.” I did as she said, and she scooted the rest of the way, so that her bare back was resting on my bare chest. My head fit comfortably on her shoulder. My hands dangled uselessly at my sides. I didn’t know if it was okay to touch her. “If you’re nervous about touching me, you can wrap your arms around my stomach.” She was really good at this. She really must have started a lot like me. “So you started just as clueless as I am. Wasn’t it scary?” “What do you mean?” “Well I was always kind of taught to want sex. Like you said, that’s what men are supposed to do, right? But aren’t women always taught to say no? They threw you in with a guy right? Weren’t you scared he was going to rape you?” She was silent for a few seconds. “I’m not going to lie and say I wasn’t scared. But he took things even slower than I am, probably because the dynamic is different when it’s a boy teaching a girl. And my parents at least gave me some warning what would happen at the school. I’d already started masturbating before I came here, and a lot of my fantasies were about a man forcing me to feel good against my will, like in that movie. That way I could think about sex, without feeling guilty like I wanted sex, if that makes any sense? This school is good about teaching the ridiculousness of that idea. And now I love sex, in all of its varieties. But I still hold a special love for being tied up and pleasured.” My dick had started to harden up during her speech. Perhaps it was her proximity, or perhaps it was the content. “I want you to know that I can feel you dick.” “Oh, sor – “ “I wasn’t saying it because there’s something wrong with it. I didn’t want to ignore it and make you think it’s something shameful. Erections happen. Just like women sometimes get wet. No one here is going to judge you for having a boner.” “You’re so casual about all this sex stuff. I’m kind of scared out of my mind. When you say it, it seems so natural. If I were going to say something like that, it would come out all weird.” “Michael, want to know a secret?” “What?” “Everyone, all the time, is freaking out. Everyone is terrified of what everyone else thinks about them. Everyone thinks that everyone else moves through life so effortlessly. We’re all so worried about tripping up that we feel everything is too deliberate. But guess what? We’re also all so scared of fucking up that we don’t realize when anyone else does. For someone else to actually notice your mistakes, they have to be pretty fucking spectacular. So next time you’re freaking out, relax. Everyone around is also freaking out. And they’re too self absorbed to notice that you’re freaking out with them. They think you’re swimming through life effortlessly, and they’re jealous.” “It’s really everyone? I thought it was only me.” “It’s not always the same for everyone. And if you have a lot of experience with something, you can go on autopilot and avoid panic. But in general – and aside from a few aberrations who are genuinely unflappable – yes.” “I don’t know how to feel about that. On one hand, it’s reassuring. On the other, it’s depressing. I didn’t want to think that everyone is always as scared as me.” “I’m scared. I’m scared I’ll mess something up and you won’t like me. Or that I’ll mess up and hurt you. But there are things I’m not scared of. I’m not scared of masturbating in front of an almost stranger. I’m not scared of the mechanics of sex. My fears have changed over the years. When you’re where I am, you’ll have similar fears. They don’t go away, but they change. I think that’s part of what becoming an adult is. Having adult fears. You get to know there’s no monsters in the closet. But that doesn’t mean there are no monsters.” I found myself crying, and I didn’t know why. She turned around and got up on her knees so she could hug me. I felt her breasts press into my chest, but I wasn’t focused on the sexiness. I was focused on the comfort. “That’s why we’re cuddling. I wanted the comfort of your arms. And I think you need comfort just as much as you do. There’s something about holding onto someone else’s body that makes the world less scary.” We slowly slid down the wall until we were cuddling in her bed. She wrapped us in blankets, and turned off the lights. I cried until the place where my tears came from dried up. After the tears were gone, I felt safe and exhausted. Held in Valerie’s arms, I feel asleep. It was my first night at St. Anne’s and I slept like a baby. * * * I was disoriented when I woke up. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d woke to another body in my bed. Probably when I was a child, and had hid from the monsters in my closet under my parent’s covers. ‘And that’s different from last night how?’ It was good to see that my internal snark was coming back. I must have been all out of sorts the past night for it to have been gone. Valerie’s body is warm against mine. She’s still naked. In the night, we must have moved. She’s now spooned against me, and I have my arm wrapped around her stomach. Her breathing is deep and easy. From last night, I have ample grounds to imagine her breasts rising and falling with her breaths. I want to stroke them, but we were all cautioned at orientation not to touch anyone who’s asleep without prior consent. Instead I nuzzle my head into her shoulder. I think about what she said about comfort. I’m in bed with a girl I’m attracted to. I have morning wood. Holding on to her should make me more scared. Instead, I feel better. She’s pretty clearly on my side. And she’s pretty easy to talk to. My nuzzling must have woken her, because I feel and hear her breathing speed up, and she stirs against me. She turns to face me. “Good morning!” She’s adorable in the morning. She’s squinting against the light streaming through the window, and she’s fighting back a yawn. Then she kisses me. For a second, I’m shocked, and don’t know what to do. Her lips are pleasantly warm and soft on mine. When she turned, my hand fell around her waist. I pull her too me, and kiss her back. I feel her mouth opening, and I open mine. I’ve never done this before. I have no idea what to expect. My heart is beating very fast. I can feel hers beating just as fast through her feverish breast. When did she get so warm? Her tongue enters my mouth slowly. It finds mine, and flicks it playfully. I feel like I’m being called to come out and play. Cautiously, I flick hers back. I focus on what I’m feeling, and I don’t think too much about what I’m doing. I've decided that I don’t want to be one of the people living my life scared of what other people will think. Making out with her seems to come naturally. It’s easy to make contact with her tongue. To stroke it with mine when it’s in my mouth, and to gently invade her mouth with my tongue as hers withdraws. She rolls on top of me, and my hand drifts lower, to cup her ass. My other hand joins it on her other cheek. They’re firm, and I give them an experimental squeeze. She breaks the kiss for a second to giggle. Encouraged, I pull body into mine. There is only a thin layer of fabric between my undiminished morning wood and her pussy. She moans through the kiss as it presses into her crotch, and I almost moan too as the friction sends a wave of pleasure throughout my body. We quickly find a rhythm, and the kiss intensifies as our bodies move together and our breathing speeds up. I come closer and closer to cuming, but I never quite go over the edge. I’m right at the plateau, but no matter how hard I push her into me, or how fast we go, I can’t quite seem to go over the edge. Panting, after five minutes of furious humping, she breaks the kiss. “Not quite cumming I take it?” My cheeks are burning red. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. There are lots of different ways to get off, and some of them don’t work for certain people. For example, a penis inside me isn’t enough to get me off. It doesn’t matter how big it is. I need it to be vibrating, or I need stimulation on my clit.” “So I should just head back to my bed and stroke myself the rest of the way.” She gave me a level look. “That’s one option. Or if you feel more comfortable now, you can let me finish it off for you. There’s no pressure either way.” I really wanted to come. Yesterday, the idea of her seeing me naked was scary. But now I’d seen and held her in her nudity. I’m much more comfortable with the idea of her doing something like that for me. “I’d like you to.” She beamed at me. There was a bottle next to her bed that I’d assumed was moisturizer. As she squirted it on her hands, I realized it was lube. When she had her back turned, I took off my pyjama pants. Now I was as naked as she was. She turned back around, and smiled at me again. “You have nothing to worry about in the size department. That’s plenty big enough to get anyone off.” I blushed at her praise. “If you need to lie down, or close your eyes, or do anything else to make yourself feel more relaxed, feel free to.” “What about you?” “If you want to, I’ll show you how to get me off afterwards. If not, I’ll get myself off and you can watch.” I took her offer, and lay back and closed my eyes. She put one hand on my upper thigh, and I immediately flinched. “Sorry, I’m a bit jumpy.” “Nothing to apologize about. Take deep breaths.” I breathed in and out to a count of three. Slowly, her fingers trailing along my skin and raising goose bumps, she brought her hand to my dick. MY breath caught as she slowly stroked up its length with two or three fingers. Very gently, she wrapped her hand around me. Slowly at first, and then gradually faster, she began to move her hand up and down in the classic “jerk-off” motion. What she’d said earlier was true. It felt much better when someone else did it. I couldn’t help the low moan her touch elicited. I heard the cheerfulness in her voice. “You like this?” “Y-y-yesss.” It was actually hard for me to speak. Within a minute I was right on the edge of cumming. Figuring I’d save us the mess, I gave a rather garbled warning (I hadn’t counted on how much concentration it took to speak). “I… thi-think I’m ‘bout to… cum.” I heard the sound of ripping tissue, but her pumping never stopped. She didn’t grip as tightly as I did, and the lightness and the lube let her move a lot faster, which lead to a much more intense sensation in the long run. I felt my orgasm building. First my balls squeezed, and then I moaned. I felt an explosion of pleasure overtake me, and for a second I couldn’t think or breathe. I felt ropes of cum shooting out my cock. Valerie slowed down a bit, but she continued to stroke. In my delicate post-orgasmic haze, the pleasure was overwhelming, like liquid fire. I found myself moaning again. “That feels so good it hurts.” “Do you want me to stop?” “Not yet.” The pleasurable pain built with each stroke. It wasn’t like the build-up to an orgasm, where the pleasure is clearly leading towards something, and there’s anticipation. This was just pure pleasure, unfiltered and difficult to contextualize. It was more than I could handle, and if it was me doing the stroking, I’d have stopped. But it felt so amazing. I gritted my teeth. “Are you sure you’re okay.” She still didn’t stop. “Please don’t stop.” Unfortunately for my pleasure, I was betrayed by biology as my dick began to soften. She switched her grip, and gently stroked the tip with thumb, and I moaned again. There was so much pleasure that the back of my eyelids alternately appeared white and red. “Okay! I can’t take anymore!” She stopped right away. I slowly opened my eyes. All my muscles were slowly unclenching. I was breathing heavily, like I’d just run a race and I was covered with sweat. Valerie was beaming at me. “So how was your first sexual experience with another person?” “I can see why they give us two weeks for orientation. After two weeks I just might be ready to go an hour without feeling like that.” She laughed. “I remember the feeling. I was quite angry that I hadn’t taken full advantage of the first few weeks.” I managed to prop my body up on my elbows. “If you show me how, I can do you now? I really want to learn how to make someone else feel that good.” “That’s the spirit!” She grabbed her vibrator from her bedside table where she’d left it last night, and placed it on the bed next to us. Then she grabbed my left hand and placed it on her left breast. “Cup it like so –“ she demonstrated on her other breast “– and then rub it like this.” The rubbing involved side-to-side rotations of my wrist. She leaned her body into my hand, and moaned it a satisfied way. “Now try pinching it like this.” I mimed her demonstration, pinching very gently. She giggled. “Harder than that.” Not wanting to hurt her, I gently increased the pressure. “Harder.” I pinched as hard as I felt was safe. “That’s still not hard enough.” Gingerly, I increased the pressure as she continued to smile at me. Finally, at a pressure level I was sure had to be painful, she told me to stop. “Doesn’t that hurt?” “It hurts in the best feeling way.” Considering I’d just been through something like that, I really wasn’t in a position to judge. “Now go through those three with that hand, while I show you what to do with you other.” Absently I switched to rubbing. Val parted her pussy, and pointed out her inner and outer lips, as well as her clit. “You’re going to want to stroke the lips to get me nice and wet. Then you can try rubbing my clit, or putting a finger or two inside of me.” She briefly demonstrated each of those things. It was incredibly hot to watch her casually pleasure herself. Nervously, I stroked around the lips of her pussy. I could feel a slight dampness from her leaking wetness. She gave a sigh of contentment, which I took as an encouraging sign. Growing bolder, I slipped a finger inside of her. The inside of her vagina was warm and slippery, and I quickly realized that stroking the sides was the way to go – spurred on by occasional jerks of her hips and moans. “Rotate you arm, and stroke the top.” I did, and she let out a long moan. It didn’t feel any different to me, but based on the surge of juices I felt, it clearly made a difference to her. “With your hand like that, you can also use your thumb on my clit.” She reached out and gently positioned my thumb on top of the fleshy nub that seemed to bring her so much pleasure. As I rubbed my thumb across it, she sucked in a sharp breath through her teeth. “Just like that. Keep doing that.” She slowly fell still, causing me to look up at her face. She had an expression of the most profound joyful serenity. “Are you okay?” She nodded silently. I realized that my left hand had fallen still. Switching to the other breast, I began to pinch her nipple. Quickly, I fell into a rhythm. Pinch the nipple several times while stroking the clit up and down, and then rub her breast like she’d shown me while rubbing circles on her clit. Her breathing became ragged, but she never lost the look of profound contentment. After a few minutes, she opened her eyes, grabbed the vibrator, and handed it to me. “I want you to hold this right above my clit, and don’t stop unless I say ‘red’. Anything else, literally anything else I say, means keep going. Do you understand?” I nodded. She lay back, closed her eyes, and spread her legs. I pushed the vibe to the indicated spot, and turned it on. She began moaning right away, deep, long moans that almost keened with their intensity. I felt her pressing into the vibe. Seconds later she was yelling. “I’m coming! I’m coming!” I saw a small squirt of fluid come out of her pussy. I didn’t know that women did that too. She started bucking into the vibrator, and I focused on holding it steady, and in position. After a few seconds, she stilled. Then the cycle repeated itself. She came three times, complete with squirts and yelling before her moans took on a plaintive tone. She closed her legs, but I was able to keep the vibe on target. “No more. Please no more! That’s enough.” I wanted to stop, but I remembered her earlier instructions. Clearly telling me to stop made it even hotter for her. I noticed her hands had moved from her sides. Now she was pinching her own nipples with savage intensity. “I’m coming again!” Her scream was desperate. “That’s enough! Please! Please stop! It’s too much.” Grimly I held on as she began to writhe. But it was clever writhing, that never made it too hard to keep the vibrator on target. Finally, after several minutes of very delicious looking agony, Val called out “Red!” I immediately removed the vibrator, and switched it off. Val’s body, incredibly tense, seemed to fold in on itself. She was winded, and breathing shakily. “Are you okay?” It took her a long time to answer. Eventually, her eyelids fluttered, and she stretched languidly. “Never been better. Lets shower and get breakfast.” * * * It hadn’t been as simple as that. First we’d kissed for a while more. Our kisses were much more tender and exploratory this time, now that we’d worn ourselves out. Then there was the business of showering. Val insisted that we shower together, to be able to enjoy the hot water for longer, and I found that I had no objections. I was quickly growing used to her naked body, but I longed to touch it all over. So far, I’d had limited opportunity to. I figured that in the shower I’d be able to soap her up and touch her all over. “You know, this shower can be even more interesting than you’re picturing right now.” I blushed. “How so?” There was no real point in denying that I was picturing anything. Not that I wanted to deny it anymore. “Has anyone ever told you’re cute when you blush? No? Anyways, it’s simple. I pretend to be a possibly innocent little girl, and you play the role of a more experience man. And we see where the acting takes us.” “Alright?” She smiled at me. “Trust me. It will be so much more fun this way.” And so I found myself standing in the shower alone, weird and awkward standing in the shower as I waited for Val to come join me. I didn’t know whether to get started or not, so I spent a few minutes fiddling with the water temperature and pressure. The shower was a lot more complicated than I was used to, and it included movable spouts with interesting head shapes. Finally, the door opened, and I heard Val give a short squeal. I quickly whirled around to make sure she was okay. Her eyes were wide and scared, and she was covering her breasts with one arm, and her pussy with the other. ‘Play along’, I remembered. I quickly placed both my hands in front of my own crotch. “Oh my God! I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to burst in on you! Here, I’ll leave right now. “Erm no, that’s okay, there’s plenty of room.” “But we’re naked! Boys shouldn’t see girls naked! They might get ideas.” I certainly had plenty of ideas of what I could do to her naked body, so I guess I couldn’t find fault with her logic. “What if I turn around? We can shower back to back?” Val was right; this was so much hotter than just trouping in naked together. I knew she was acting, but it was fun to play along, to pretend her a bashful virgin and not an experienced temptress. My hands did a good job of hiding my growing erection, and I managed to keep my eyes on her face, playing the chivalrous man to the hilt. Her eyes darted to my crotch a few times. She was a pretty good actor. I almost believed she’d never seen a dick before. “Oh, um, but only if you promise not to peek?” I turned around and let my hands fall. “I won’t peak if you don’t.” She giggled nervously. I heard her soft footfalls in the water as she stood behind me. The main shower was one of those decadent ceiling mounted units that dumped litres of water on you every second. It was more than wide enough for both of us. Whistling tunelessly, I began to shampoo my hair. My dick was completely erect. In my mind’s eye, I was playing out all the ways this could end, all the things we could get up to. “Um, could you please pass me the soap?” I was positioned closest to the shelf with all the shower supplies, and she clearly didn’t want to walk in front of me to grab soap. Grinning, I grabbed a bar, and held it out behind me. “I’m holding a bar behind my back. Think you can grab it without peeking.” There was silence, then a giggle. “Yes. Sorry, I nodded at first, and then I realized you couldn’t see me. Okay, I’m going to grab it.” Nothing happened for a few seconds, and then I felt a hand on my butt. “That’s not the soap.” She squealed, and removed her hand. “Sorry!” “That’s okay. The soap is more to the left. Your left, that is, if you really have your back to me, and aren’t peeking at me and using blindness as an excuse to cope a feel.” “I would never!” I chuckled at her tone of righteous outrage. But she grabbed the soap from my hand this time. I rinsed the shampoo off my hair. There were five other bars of soap on the shelf, but I decided to pretend that there was only one – the one she had. “If you’re done with the soap, could you pass it back to me? It’s the only bar.” “Oh, ummm.” “Yes? What is it?” “Well you see, I can’t soap up my back.” “I can’t actually see you, but I suppose could be a problem. But is your back all that dirty?” “A lady is never dirty! But I can’t shower without cleaning all of me! That would be a waste. Normally I have one of my sisters do my back when we shower together, but they’re obviously not here.” “I see.” Her too innocent voice immediately put me in mind of incestuous lesbian shower orgies, which were incredibly hot to contemplate. “Well, I guess you’ll just have to go without today.” “Or…” “Or?” “Or you could soap my back, mister.” “I thought you didn’t want me looking at you?” “I don’t! But I want my back clean. Maybe you could close your eyes?” “That seems risky. Without being able to see you, I could end up touching you… anywhere.” Ye Gods it was fun to play the part of the ambiguously lecherous man! I knew Valerie would understand and appreciate all of the innuendo. But the real question was how much her character would get. Silence greeted my pronouncement. “Well? What will it be?” “You… you can keep them open I guess.” I turned around and took a step forward. I was almost touching her. She could probably feel my breath on the back of her neck. “Hand me the soap.” She shivered, but passed the soap over her shoulder to me. She kept looking dead ahead. I accepted the soap, and slowly lathered my hands up. I didn’t want to use the bar when I could use my hands, and feel her skin under them. Once I was ready (and I’d given her several moments to anticipate it), I reached out a sudsy hand, and massaged the soap onto her right shoulder. She gasped. “Is anything wrong?” “It’s okay… I just feel funny. You know, down there.” I could hear the blush in her words. And I could empathize; I was certainly feeling funny down ‘there’. I kept rubbing the soap in. As I removed my hand and replaced it with the other hand on her other shoulder, she shivered briefly. Her shoulders and neck were first. Her wet skin was firm and feverish under my fingers. I could feel the interplay of her muscles beneath the skin as she tensed and relaxed in response to my ministrations. It may have only been her back, but it was surprisingly intimate. I soaped up my hands again, and then moved my hands down her sides. I reached far around to graze the sides of her breasts with my finger tips, causing a shocked yelp. “Is something wrong?” “You touched… you touched my chest!” “Oh. Sorry. I was just being thorough.” “I guess that’s okay then. But don’t do it again! No one’s allowed to touch me there but my sisters.” “Do your sisters wash more than just your back then?” “They’re not supposed to… look if I tell you a secret, you won’t tell anyone, will you?” “Of course not.” My hands had wandered down to her lower back. I was massaging the soap in just above her tight young ass. I removed my hands and soaped them up. Let’s see how thorough I could get away with. “Well, my sisters wash all of me, especially my privates. It started by accident, but it made me feel so good that I asked them to keep doing it. And I do… things… with them in return.” “You wash their privates too?” “No. They do that to themselves while they wash mine. Then they make me kiss theirs. I asked them to kiss mine too, but they say they don’t want to, and I’m the youngest so I have to do what they say. And their washing does feel nice, so I don’t really complain.” “Oh my. You’ve been quite naughty.” My hands drift down to her ass. I slowly massage the suds in. She squeals again. But doesn’t pull away. “I have been?” “Very naughty” “Are you going to spank me? That’s what my parents do when I’m naughty.” “I could. Or you could decide that you like being naughty. Then I could do what your sisters do. And you could pay me back in the same way.” “It wouldn’t feel right for me to get away with being naughty. But I really want you wash me in my privates. I’ve wanted it ever since I got in. Can you do it, and then spank me?” “I suppose I can.” “Oh thank you!” She turned around and embraced me. My stiff cock poked her in the leg. “Oh my! It’s gotten so big. Can… can I touch it?” “You can do more than touch it. You can kiss it. How about you do your part first? Then I’ll reward and punish you after.” Val batted her eyelashes at me. “Oh thank you mister!” She kneeled down in front of me. She gently took my dick in her hands. She ran her fingers up and down the length. I breathed out heavily. “You like it mister?” She’d gone deliberately doe eyed, her innocent charade belying experience far greater than mine. “Yes. Continue, if you will.” (Okay, so maybe I was enjoying this too much. But I hadn’t taken even a single drama class. Eventually, I managed to get less hammy when roleplaying.) She went cross-eyed starring at it, before she leaned forward and planted a delicate kiss right on the tip. I felt a jolt of pleasure, and I involuntarily curled my toes. She backed up and looked into my eyes. I realized that hers were a particularly dark and beautiful brown. I stroked her wet hair with my hands. “There’s a good girl.” She leaned forward again. This time she took the tip in her mouth after kissing it. This was completely unlike masturbation. Her mouth was warm and soft, her lips firm on my shaft, and her tongue strong and supple as it teased the bottom of shaft. I couldn’t help the catch in my breath. It was hard to remember to breath when you felt this good. She must have taken my breath as encouragement, because she didn’t back off or stop. Instead she began to bob her head up and down on my cock. I was rapidly approaching the point of no return. The novel sensations were that amazing. It was all I could do to keep my knees from buckling. I didn’t have the presence of mind to think, evaluate, or say anything. I just encouraged her with cooing noises, and gentle stroking of her hair. And then my orgasm was upon me. The wave started with her lips, locked tight around my shaft. It spread out, shaking me from the tips of my hair to my curled toes. My knees almost did buckle, and standing became extraordinarily difficult. I felt a delayed second wave radiating from my nuts, and then my dick jerked in her mouth as I filled it with my hot cum. Val bobbed up and down a few more times, milking the last of the cum from me. Once I was finished, she stood up in front of me. I saw her throat bob as she swallowed. “My sisters make me swallow their juices. I thought you’d like it if I did the same thing for you.” “Thank you, I do. Now, I’d like you to lie down on your back with your eyes closed.” “You’re going to clean my privates now mister?” “Yes, I am.” With a beaming smile, Val lay down on the floor of the shower. Pausing only to grab a shower attachment with the Venus symbol on it, I sat down cross-legged next to her. “You’re so dirty that I don’t think soap would do. We’re going to have to power wash you.” Hoping I wasn’t about to make a fool of myself, I aimed the head of the nozzle at her exposed pussy, and pulled the trigger. She screamed almost immediately as a stream of fast water landed right on her clit. Her hands jerked towards her exposed slit, but with an effort she arrested them. The attachment shook in my hands as it pulsed water towards her pussy. I couldn't tell if her pussy was wet, but it did have the same swollen look it had gotten whenever she’d been feeling pleasure. Any doubts I had were assuaged moments later when she began screaming in pleasure. “Oh mister! I’m getting my tickle already! Oh mister! Don’t stop.” I held the flow on her, as I watched her eyes flutter, and her heartbeat frantically under her breast (her nipples were completely erect, I noticed). I gave her fifteen seconds of pleasure. Then I switched the nozzle off. “Please don’t stop mister!” “But you said yourself you had to be punished for your naughtiness. And now I think it’s time for your spanking.” She whimpered, but didn’t protest as I draped her over my lap, with her ass facing up and at the mercy of my hand. I took a deep breath. I didn’t know how far to take this, or how far I was supposed to take this. And I didn’t want to actually hurt her. Should I go for a real spanking? Or should I fake it for effect? “Mister? Are you going to spank me? Or have you decided I wasn’t that naughty? I’ll be good, I promise.” Her writhing ass made an appealing target. But I erred on the side of caution regardless. My first blow could barely be called that. She giggled. “You’re a lot weaker than my dad, mister.” Weak, eh? I’d show her. My next blow was considerably harder, and was rewarded by a sharp “Eek!” Having found the correct power, I wasted no time bringing blow after echoing blow down on her unprotected ass. She squirmed throughout them, but the squirming seemed to be more about rubbing her pussy on my leg than any serious pain. After about ten, Val spoke to me as Val again. “Okay, that’s enough of that.” She got off my lap, and grinned at me. “You’re a natural!” “That was so hot!” She winked, and then threw herself at me. Her lips found mine, and it was quite a while before we got around to finishing our shower and going to breakfast.

Shy Wife We were walking down the path to our resort in hot humid Phuket after dinner and drinks. She had a close fitting tan coloured top with a low neck line and a black skirt wrapped snugly around her waist. At 5 foot 5 inches with a petite size 8 frame and a stunning face with a lovely smile, she is well liked by all. The local man who came up to take our picture was typical of Thais we had met. The Thais must be one of the nicest people on earth. With their welcoming and friendly manner they are very easy to get along with and had made our holiday very enjoyable. We knew Korn from the resort. He was one of the bar staff and we had chatted with him on a couple of occasions. Presumably this was how Korn made some extra cash. We declined the photo opportunity. Neither of us like having our picture taken and I was in a hurry to get her back to our room. Korn was insistent in that charming Thai manner which is so appealing. He explained that he was doing a photography course and that he needed to take some portrait photos for a project. We were an ideal subject especially the ‘pretty lady'. That was definitely not the way to get her to pose for a photo. She is very shy and is one of those rare women who do not recognize their own beauty. ‘Pretty lady' only made her blush and feel even more reluctant. Eventually Korn's charm, the few drinks she had that night and my agreement won her over. We posed for a few of photos and I suggested we move to the resort's bar for a drink and Korn could take some indoor photos if he wished. When I got back to our table with the drinks Korn had already convinced her to take some solo photos. I didn't mind. I knew she was why he wanted to photograph us. Her photos would definitely make Korn a hero when he got back to his class. I doubt many Thais have the opportunity to photograph an attractive western female. Anyway, I love watching her. Her C cup breasts formed a nice cleavage which was visible over her top. Her ass looked divine in the skirt which clung very tightly around her slim hips. She was still a little shy but was willing to help Korn with his project. She downed the gin, lemon and lime in a couple of gulps. She obviously was still a little nervous. She was getting a little embarrassed though. Surely he didn't need so many shots of a woman at a table. After a few moments Korn excused himself to go get another flash card for his camera. He said he would like to take some standing shots when he got back. I cheekily whispered to her that the line of her panties was visible through the skirt and that she should really put on a G string. Expecting a withering glare, imagine my surprise when she got up and walked in the direction of our room. This was getting interesting. She has always been shy of attention but clearly the relaxed environment and the thought of helping Korn in his project appealed greatly. This is one of the main reasons why she is so well liked - she is a genuinely kind and helpful person. She obviously also wanted to look her best and I suspect she was also starting to enjoy the posing. Korn was back and I told him that she had just left for a few moments. We chatted a while over our drinks. A couple of minutes later she walked into the bar with that wonderful smile on her face which I love so much. I couldn't tell immediately if she had put on a G string but I could see that she had changed something else. She had cupped her tits in a push up bra. They looked fuller and the cleavage looked a lot deeper. As she came to stand by my side I looked down at her ass and the line of her panties was gone! She is one of those few lucky women who have a large tight ass with slim hips. That sexy clinging skirt didn't leave much to the imagination. She had also put on a pair of heels. I could feel a hard on coming. She was standing next to a potted plant when I got back with her second double gin, lemon and lime. By now she was very relaxed. The first gin had finally hit the spot and she was posing willingly for Korn. Frontal, back, side, angled - he had taken quite a few shots. The alcohol had loosened her up and the flattery didn't do any harm either. It was pretty lady this, pretty lady that. Once she finished the second gin, the shyness was gone and she started suggesting poses. She didn't have much scope for movement as the skirt was tight and restricted what she could do. However, that same tight skirt showed off the shape of her ass and legs beautifully. You could see each ass cheek outlined clearly particularly when she faced the wall and stretched her arms over her head. It was at this point that I knew that she was now feeling sexy. This is rare even in the privacy of our own bedroom. There was no one else in the bar aside from ourselves and the barman so she must have felt relatively secure especially knowing that I would look out for her. However I was still quite shocked (but pleased) with this turn of events. I am sure Korn also noticed the sexiness. She obviously didn't mind him looking at her. I suggested that she lie on the nearby couch for a few shots. She did a few on her back and then turned over and supported her torso on her elbows. Korn took a few photos facing the couch and then moved over to the end to take a frontal shot. Korn must have got an eyeful of her tits during this pose especially as she arched her back a little whilst looking up into the camera. She must have been feeling very relaxed and sexy. He took a lot of photos here. I am sure that the shape of her buttocks on the couch didn't escape his notice either. She then sat up on the couch with her legs along the length of it. Korn moved back to face the couch and took a couple of shots. Nice view of her calf. She tried to pull one foot up towards her but the skirt wouldn't allow it. The skirt had a slit which reached up to her hips but it had a zip which travelled from the hip to above the knee. At knee level it had one button. Of course the zip and button were done up. I could see the button straining against the fabric. I wished she would undo it. I have long fantasized about those legs and ass being admired in a public place. She knows about my fantasy and thinks I am mad! Instead of undoing the button she got up and then sat back down on the couch with her legs tucked under her with her ass resting on her heels. With her head high and tits forward she looked like a goddess. Korn kept clicking. By now the barman had come over with a round of free drinks. He handed her her gin and sat down to watch with me. She sipped on the gin whilst posing for Korn, turning this way and that. The gin was having an effect. I had never seen her more sexy. She held the empty glass out to the barman. Her eyes said she knew he wasn't going to refuse this sexy woman anything. He took it and returned to the bar for a refill. She started to get up from her pose. It was too much for the skirt. As she got up the button popped. She didn't notice. Korn kept clicking. The zip started undoing itself a little. I hoped it would undo all the way. Korn kept clicking. The thought of Korn taking pictures of that ass in a G string in the bar was almost enough to make me come. She walked over to me and waited silently for the barman to come back with her drink. She took a sip of her fourth gin and handed the glass back to the barman. He was transfixed by her. As she turned around towards the couch he couldn't help fixing his eyes on the sway of her hips and ass as she moved forward. I could see a bulge starting in his pants. She lay back on the couch. We were looking at the couch from the front and her head was to the right. Her arms moved over and behind her head thus emphasising her tits. Korn took a few shots. Then she turned and looked directly at me. Very slowly she drew her right leg up and put her foot over the back of the couch. She knew the button had popped! As her leg moved the zip slowly came undone to the waist and her gorgeous pair of legs was there for all to see. We held our breath. The side of her ass was exposed and we could clearly see the G string disappearing into the area of her pussy. She straightened her head and closed her eyes. After a moment Korn came to himself and started clicking. The barman moved to the left end of the couch to stare down at her. I joined him. Her tits strained against the tan top. Her left leg was exposed up to her waist and the soft inside and back of her creamy white right thigh lay right in front of us. Her legs were slightly parted and her most private and shaved pussy faced us from behind the sheer fabric of the G string. She had got herself a Brazilian earlier in the day which I had not known. I could not imagine what had come over her. The shy woman I had married lay there on the 3 seat sofa like a wanton slut exposing herself to me and two relative strangers. My dreams had come true. We moved over for Korn. He came around to take some frontal shots of the lovely woman in front of us paying particular attention to her pussy. When he had taken a few, she moved. Her arms came down, her right leg moved over and she rolled slowly over onto her front. We were now looking at the back of her legs. Her skirt had covered her ass as she rolled over. Her eyes still closed she could feel the cloth on her behind. Korn started clicking again and kept clicking as she slid her frame down the couch. The skirt caught on the rough fabric of the sofa as she slid out of it slowly, treating us to the magnificent view of her ass framed by the black G string. She was showing off. The two creamy mounds looked as firm as I knew they felt. Firm but with skin as soft as butter. She had her legs together so her pussy was not visible. Nevertheless none of us could take our eyes of her. What we saw was enough. She lay there for many minutes. We remained glued to the sight of her buttocks and legs. She may have fallen asleep. Then her right leg started moving off over the side of the couch and she gently raised her buttocks up pushing her pussy skywards in a slutty move. Again we came to face her lovely slit. After taking a few shots of this view Korn moved to the front of the sofa to get pictures of her side profile. She looked awesome with one leg over the side of the couch and her ass clearly displayed. She looked straight into the camera as Korn continued to take his shots. A few minutes later she got up and I felt a huge stab of disappointment. It seemed that the show was over. She looked at the barman and held out her hand for her gin. The barman rushed over to our table and brought it over to her. She held his eyes whilst she tipped the rest of the drink down her throat. The barman gulped and took her glass when she finished. He took it back to our table and stood there. She turned towards the couch. Then she turned back and walked over to the barman. As he stood in front of her she turned her side to him - the side with the slit. Her left leg was only partially visible as the slit closed in at the top. With her left hand placed behind her back she thrust her left hip towards him. The slit opened up showing thigh and hip. Her right hand then raised the bottom of her tan top exposing the singe button which kept her skirt together. I followed the line of her leg from the foot right to the top of the slit where her waist bone was now clearly visible. All eyes were now on the button. The woman wanted the barman to strip her of her skirt. The barman's trembling hand reached for it. He looked up at her and she met him with an open and daring look. The barman's hand fell away. She picked up her glass, found it empty and handed it to the barman. He ran to the bar for a refill, his hard cock showing a bulge in his pants. Korn's clicking had come to a stop. I could tell he was aroused by the dry lips and the tell tale sign in his pants. A crash was heard from the bar area. The barman had dropped the glass in his haste. As we watched him get another and prepare the drink she moved back to the couch. She had straddled the right hand rest. Her left calf was lying flat against the seat of the couch with her high heeled foot pointed backwards. Her smooth white thigh pointed toward the couch angling down. Her right leg rested on the floor beside and in front of her. She leaned forward and ground her pussy into the hand rest whilst pushing her ass back. The skirt had split out and again we were treated to the left leg up to the hip. She moved her ass around in circles pressing pussy against couch. As she moved forward in the circular motion, part of her left ass cheek would come free from the skirt and she would press down trying to keep it out in the open. The slut wanted the men behind her to see her ass. The skirt wouldn't cooperate. The barman finally returned with her drink and went around in front of her. Taking the drink in her left hand she surprised us by taking a different direction. She bent her head down and with her right hand moved her curly brown hair from the nape of her neck. The top of the zipper on the back of her tan top was visible. She waited. The barman who was still in front of her and facing us looked at me. I glanced at the zip and nodded to him to undo it. We again held our breath. He went behind her and to one side. As the zip came down her right leg moved further wide and she moaned a little as she moved her pussy against the hand rest. The tan top parted revealing her back. She first shrugged her right arm out of it, transferred the drink from her other hand and removed the top. Whilst taking a sip the tan top was dropped behind the couch. Many times have I complimented her on her back. She has never understood why. Perhaps she did when all three of us took a sudden breath at the sight. She has a beautiful back. Seeing her elegant neck down through her bare back flowing gracefully into the flare of her slim hips had all our hearts pumping. Korn started clicking again and stopped suddenly as the barman reached for the clasp of her bra. She caught his hand before he was able to get it undone. She moved his hand down to her waist next to the skirt's button. I could see the heat in the barman's face. She had moved his hand against her bare skin all the way down to the button. His hand lay near the top of her ass with his finger tips touching the button. I know the feel of that skin and it would make any man's heart stop. The barman closed his eyes and took a deep breath. She turned to face the couch again and grabbed the hand rest with her thighs as she ground her pussy into it. Her ass lifted a little and her cheeks were clearly outlined against the straining cloth of her skirt. She sipped on her gin almost naked down to the waist. The barman hesitated. Oddly he was comfortable going for the bra but the skirt was almost too much for him. She calmly waited whilst sipping her gin. She was now perfectly still aside from the sipping. We waited. Korn was transfixed. The camera was quiet. The barman couldn't take his eyes of the button. Finally he moved his hand. The button strained against her skirt. Just a flick of a finger and it popped open. The skirt snapped away from her body and lay down beneath her, hanging from the hand rest. She sat calmly without reaction to her new nakedness. Not a word had been said since she first posed on the couch fully clothed but the sight of this superb woman suddenly exposed was too much. Both the Thais exclaimed softly in their native language. I couldn't help the ‘Jesus' muttered under my breath. Aside from the slim threads of the G string and her bra strap her back and legs were completely nude. The form of her buttocks gradually parting on either side of the hand rest almost made me come. She pulled the skirt from under her and it joined the tan top. Her hand reached down to place her glass on the floor. Her upper body followed, her ass slowly rotating up. She didn't stop when the glass was laid but kept moving her upper body down to lie against the hand rest. Her glistening pussy moved into view behind the slim fabric of the G string. Her right hand came up slowly rubbing up against her foot, calf, thigh and finally reaching between her ass crack to lay the tip of her middle finger gently against her slit and then back down again to her foot. She moved her clit against the hand rest for a several seconds while we watched. She stood up. Her ass bunched up into firm mounds, her calf muscles clearly outlined. With both hands she moved her hair off the nape of her neck and held it behind her head. Her back naturally arched back with this movement. She gave us several seconds to appreciate the view. Then she relaxed her left leg and dropped her hip, changing her pose. Another few seconds elapsed. She turned around. For the first time we saw her nakedness from in front. Her tits were tightly packed into the C cups and rose out proudly from her chest. Her hard pink nipples were clearly visible behind the sheer material at the top of her bra. The material around her pussy was drenched with her juices. She was enjoying the show as much as we were. She hooked both her thumbs into the top of her G string and worked them slowly down until the top of her pubes were just visible. The strings dug in sharply into the flesh around her hips. They must have been most of the way below her ass at the back. She slowly started turning around. The G string was only half way down her ass. She turned back and approached Korn. She picked up his long forgotten camera and dropped it in his lap. She was going to pose some more. As she walked back to the couch the G string slipped a little but not enough to glimpse the labia between her thighs. She pulled it back on. We were not going to see her pussy. She climbed onto the couch and knelt on her knees with her back to us and thighs far apart. She gave us a few moments to enjoy her ass and then she climbed onto the back of the couch and draped herself over it like a sloth. She lay with her head and torso along the top whilst she gripped the couch with her thighs. Her left leg described a shallow ‘V' on the couch back. Korn started clicking. She gave him several poses with head movement and straightening her legs. She also arched a back to raise her ass. Korn moved behind her to get some shots. Her pussy was surely waiting. We joined him. Alas, she couldn't hold the arched back and we had to settle for the magnificent view of the back of her bum and legs. Perhaps she sensed our disappointment. Her left leg came down the back of the couch to hook against the corner between the back and the right hand rest. She then moved her arms over and supported her weight on the seat of the couch. Her torso was now at an angle to the back of the couch. Part of her pussy was in view. With her arms she pushed back so that her ass moved up and out. Korn started clicking madly. Her glorious slit was now separated from us by just a few feet and some flimsy material. How I wished that fabric would rip and show us all. She couldn't hold this pose either. She moved her torso back onto the top of the back of the couch and slid her body backwards until her bum was almost overhanging the edge gripping the back of the sofa with both thighs. Clearly she was intent on displaying her pussy. All three of us immediately stepped back and knelt down. We were at eye level with her pussy only two feet away. She lay there for long moments. Finally tiring of this pose (though Korn was still madly clicking) she rolled of the back of the couch onto the seat. She lay for a moment with her back on the couch facing us with her calves on the hand rest. Then her legs lifted straight up and back towards her. She was beautiful. Her legs are splendid and her pussy peeked out from between them and behind her G string. The peek was not enough for her. She reached out and with her hands pulled back on her thighs to give us a better view. Then she did what we were all hoping she would. Whilst her arms moved over her head she thrust out her chest and parted her legs. There were more exclamations in Thai. After Korn had recovered sufficiently to take a few shots she got up, came around picked up her gin and walked to the table. She stood with her back to us sipping her gin. I wondered what was going through her mind. Was she going to take the next step and completely strip in front of a couple of strangers? Would we get an unhindered view of her pink pussy? She already had plenty of opportunity but hadn't done it. She had obviously enjoyed herself but perhaps she had done as much as she was comfortable with. We finally moved back to the table and sat down. She was so close to us. We had seen so much of her yet none of us could stop staring. She stood head high looking out across the bar. Then she handed her empty glass to the barman. As he ran to the bar to refill her drink she walked back to the couch. The play of her muscles along her calves, thighs and buttocks as she walked was beauty in motion. She sat astride the left hand rest. Again I was struck by the curve of her ass cheeks separating over the hand rest. We waited. The barman returned with her drink. She ignored him whilst she took her drink. She spent long minutes drinking her gin in silence. She seemed to wind down from her earlier sexual tension. We did not begrudge her her time. We had been given a real treat tonight. The barman refilled our glasses and we sat back watching and waiting. Oddly, sitting on the hand rest completely still was as sexy as anything she had done that night. She held out her empty glass. The barman ran to collect it. She didn't let go. I could see the barman wondering nervously if she was going to make him denude her further. She let go. The barman's face was a mixture of relief and disappointment. He went back to refill her glass but she waved him away when he returned. He sat down with us. After a few moments she got up and turned around. She stepped forward and then hooked both her thumbs into the top of her G string and worked them slowly down until the top of her pubes were just visible. The strings dug in sharply into the flesh around her hips. She slowly turned around. I felt a strong sense of déjà vu. This time she did not come for Korn's camera. Her arms reached up and she gently moved the bra's shoulder straps off her shoulder. My heart started hammering. She was going to do it! She stopped there. My heart slowed down. There was no hesitation as if she had changed her mind. She turned around with a purposeful expression and looked at me. Her pubes were clearly visible and the bra had fallen away a little to expose the top of her tits to just above the nipple. She walked slowly towards me. Again the G string did not fall off to expose her pussy. I heard the sighs around me. Whether it was in appreciation of her beauty or disappointment that the G string held on - I could not tell. She reached me. She picked up both my hands and placed them where the G string now sat on her hips. With an expression full of love her eyes told me she was willing but the decision was mine. So this was why she had not fully stripped. She fully knew that I wanted her to but she wanted confirmation for that final piece. It was an act of love, sacrifice and supplication. I have never loved her more than at that moment. My hands moved downward taking the G String with it as she knew they would. As it fell away I felt her chest puff up. It was her recognition of her own beauty but also of her act of love for her me. The Thais started muttering what sounded like prayers of thanks. They were across the table from us with a view of her back. As the G string came off they must have both noticed the couple of drops of her juices which dripped off her pussy. They couldn't see much more than what they already had but the act of stripping a woman of her covering is highly erotic to a man. Much is felt in this one simple action. When I looked up her expression had changed. The love remained but now mixed with reluctance. She turned around to more gasps from the Thais as they saw the beauty between her legs for the first time. She waited - slightly tense. It was time for a decision on her bra. She was willing but reluctant. Most women value the privacy of their pussy far more than their breasts. Topless sunbathing is ample evidence of this. She was different. Her breasts she wanted to keep for me only. I stood up. I wanted nothing more than to unclasp her bra. I raised her straps back over her shoulders. She had already done more for me than I could ever have imagined. Over her shoulder I saw the Thais look at me in confusion and disbelief. She must have noticed their looks as well. After a moment she turned around to look at me. The two men had their eyes glued to that spot just under her ass and between her thighs. She pulled the bra straps off her shoulder and turned around to face the other men again. They had hopeful looks on their face and she was now willing. Her arms moved above her head while she waited. I released her tits. The Thais exclaimed. I could well understand. She was a beautiful woman. She walked over to the pool table. We drank in her body while she cleared the table of balls and cue sticks. She made sure she leaned forward as much as she could to get the balls. From the back, this made her ass prominent and we saw some pussy. From the front, we saw her hanging tits. Every curve was explored by every eye in the room. Finally she finished and climbed onto the table. She knelt on the table, her ass resting on her heels, thighs together. We went over. Korn started clicking. She moved her arms over her head to emphasise her tits. Then she raised her ass off her heels whilst stretching her arms out to her side and throwing her head back. Her back curved pushing her tits forward. Her pink nipples were rock hard as they sat proud of the swell of her bosom. Slowly she parted her thighs. We watched as her fluids dripped off her pussy onto the felt. We moved all around her to make sure we saw everything to see. She was stunning. Finally she started moving off the table. The show was over. She sat on the edge, legs dangling, ready to get off. "We haven't seen everything". I said. She was momentarily perplexed. Then she lay back with her arms above her head and raised her legs straight up thighs together. Her naked pussy peeked at us again. This time she did not move her thighs apart with her hands. Instead she moved her knees into her body, thighs still together and feet now crossed. Her feet hid her pussy from view. She lay still for a few moments. Then she uncrossed her feet and parted her thighs so that the three men in the room could see her pussy in its juicy dripping entirety. Also for the first time that night we were treated to a view her brown ass hole. We stood drinking in the sight. As she lay there we watched as her juices started dripping off her pussy into her ass hole and disappearing down her back. This was the most beautiful sight we had ever seen. She got off the pool table. She had had enough. She got up and went over to put on her bra and G string. Both Thais were profuse in their gratitude. There were no requests for her to stay. They had been given a great gift and they both appreciated it and would remember it for the rest of their lives. Korn pulled out the flash card from his camera and presented it to her. A true gentleman - he respected her privacy. She said nothing but it was clear that she was pleased by their thanks. I took her hand and we walked out. I picked up her skirt and tan top but didn't give them to her. My night was yet over. I led her back to our room through the resort in just her bra, G string and heels. Hips swaying she moved magnificently through place. It was late and there was no one about but I hoped that someone saw her that night as she walked by. At our door I asked her to wait. She smiled. She knew I wanted more. I asked her to place her hands on the door above her head. Out there in the open I stripped her of her bra and then her G string. I kissed her gently and reached for her pussy from behind. She moaned and bent over pushing out her bum. As the new day dawned I gave my wife the biggest orgasm of her life. The next night we had dinner out again. Phuket is a lovely island with friendly people and cheap delicious food. This time we went straight back to our room. She decided to have a bath and read a book. I slipped out to the bar for a drink. We didn't discuss it but I thought she might be embarrassed to go back there again. Not a word had been said about the night before. It had been the best night of my life. Korn was on duty. I sat at the bar. We didn't discuss the night before. After a little while a fellow tourist Bob joined me. His wife had decided to have an early night. It looked like it was going to be a boy's night. We chatted amiably for a long while about our holiday, where we had been and where we were going. He was a little annoyed because his wife was not enjoying her time there. They had had difficulties in their relationship and were trying to sort them out over the holiday. Our conversation turned to her and women in general. We spent several hours chatting and downed quite a few drinks. I could not bring myself to mention my wife and how wonderful she was. The guy was upset enough already. However, he finally asked whether I was married and how I found it. I didn't lie. I was a very happy man! Rather than upsetting him, it made him curious. He was impressed that we had been together for such a long time and still happy. I told him that I was simply lucky in having her. She was an extremely nice person. She was also gorgeous and sexy. Of course, he was somewhat skeptical. I told him that the success of our marriage was not only due to the fact that I loved her dearly but also that I still found her highly desirable. I described her to him. Standing at 5 feet 5 inches, she was a petite size 8 with brown curly hair, brown eyes and a beautiful smile. Korn nodded in agreement. As I had had a few drinks I also added that she her tits fit into size C cups and they had a nice pair of pink nipples. She had a fantastic pair of legs topped off by the nicest and firmest ass on the planet. I also told him that she currently sported a Brazilian and she had a lovely pink pussy. Korn nodded enthusiastically whilst my new friend listened. There was a time when she would have been horrified and embarrassed had she known that I had described her so intimately to a stranger. However, after the night before I wondered if this would still be true. I added that she had the softest and smoothest creamy white skin. "I would love to meet her". He said. "I have seen her and she is more beautiful than any other woman" said Korn nodding his head vigorously until he suddenly froze. We both looked behind us to see what had arrested Korn's attention. She walked into the bar wearing a black blouse with the top three buttons undone showing her wonderful cleavage. She had put up her hair baring her lovely neck. Her skirt barely covered her mid thigh. Last night's experience had given her some new confidence. There was no doubt in my mind that should she turn around, we would see the shape of her ass clearly. The skirt was very tight. I watched her bare shapely legs as she walk towards us. She knows that I love the creamy white colour of her skin and hadn't worn stockings. She came up to the bar and stood between my new friend and me. I introduced her. My new friend could not stop staring. He was awestruck. I could see that he now believed me completely. After introductions, Korn went off to get her a gin, lemon and lime. Korn had moved over to server another couple at the other end of the bar. The only other people in the place were a couple at one of the tables. The man sat facing us and his gaze found itself fixed on my wife's ass. He obviously liked what he saw. I wondered if he had mentally stripped her. His partner hadn't noticed. Bob quickly brought around a bar stool for her. He was completely smitten. She sat down slowly, whilst smoothing down her skirt keeping her thighs as covered as possible. Still, a mid-thigh skirt does not cover much when you sit. She was a little uncomfortable with this and kept pulling her skirt down. I had no such reservations. I enjoyed the view. No doubt the guy at the table was getting an eyeful too. I noticed that his partner was also now glancing at the semi naked thighs next to me. The 3 of us chatted for some time during which she had 3 gins in quick succession. The 3 gins had their effect. I could see her loosening up. We hadn't discussed what happened the night before so I hadn't been sure if she regretted it but given that she had come to the bar tonight dressed the way she was, it looked like she was ok with it. In fact I thought she might be priming herself with gin for some more fun tonight. She certainly had a rapt audience. Bob couldn't help staring at her. He kept checking out her hot body when he thought no one was looking. She had stopped worrying about her skirt and it had ridden up her thighs further barely covering her pussy. She had crossed her legs. The guy at the table was getting a great view of her legs and no doubt some of her creamy white ass was visible too. Given Bob's position in front of her I wondered if he could see her panties through the gap between her skirt and crossed thighs. There was certainly no want of trying. His eyes roved her body whenever he could. She seemed to be enjoying the attention. Her nipples were starting to harden and I noticed that she was in no hurry when she uncrossed and recrossed her legs. Each time she did it, the skirt rode higher up her thighs and Bob must have got a view of her panties. Her skirt had ridden high enough that her ass was now in direct contact with the vinyl covering of the stool. She then leaned over with left her hand on my stool whilst crossing her right thigh over her left whilst subtly brushing her skirt up with her hand to uncover her ass. The guy at the table now had a clear view of her right thigh and ass cheek. After a little while I said "I was just telling Bob about you when you walked in". "All good I hope" she said. "Absolutely" said Bob. "From what I can see, he didn't exaggerate". "The rest is true as well" I said. "I thought you might have told him about how nice a person I am or how clever" she said. "It sounds like all you talked about was my ass". Just as both Bob and I started feeling embarrassed she said "I suppose you want to show it to him now?" Then she got up bent down with her back to Bob, put her arms around my neck and whispered "Why don't you show him what the hard cock in his pants tells me he wants to see?" "What's come over you?" I whispered in her ear. "I love you and I am your pussy. To do with as you please. And I know you want this." She whispered back. I noticed that Bob's eyes were drawn to her ass. The man at the table was similarly occupied. His partner had moved around their table and was staring also. She was obviously not immune to female charms. The other couple at the end of the bar had left a while ago. As my cock hardened I reached down and unzipped the skirt. I proudly revealed her G string framed ass. The skirt fell to the ground. She stepped out of it and spread her legs wider than the skirt had previously allowed. The muscles along the back of her legs from calf to bum were clearly outlined. "Didn't I tell you how magnificent her ass is and how soft the skin." Bob gulped as he looked on. However, he quickly recovered and nodded vigorously. I ran my hands over her ass cheeks and thighs. She moaned softly in my ear. Bob's eyes were glued to her creamy mounds. Firm but soft; her ass is heaven to behold let alone to touch. The conversation at the couple's table stilled as their full attention was now on her. She stepped back as she bent further down and lay her head on my lap. Her pussy was inches away from Bob. His gaze moved to her slit. I leaned over and parted her ass cheeks a little so Bob could see more of her slit through the think fabric of the G string. She helped by pushing her ass out further. I undid the buttons on the back of her blouse and removed it. I raised her till she stood up. Bob loved the view of her full ass cheeks. I could see her hardened nipples through her bra. I turned her around and raised her arms above her head to emphasize her tits. Bob and the couple looked on in appreciation. I told her to go lie down on the pool table. We watched the exaggerated sway of her hips and ass as she walked across the room. I am sure all four cocks in the room were hard. Judging by the way the woman at the table was staring I suspect her pussy was moistening also. She made sure we all got a good look at her ass and legs while she cleared the table. Not once did she allow the table to get between us and her body. Then she sensuously climbed onto the table and lay back. We faced the length of the table. She lay with her head to the left and legs straight down the table. Then she pulled her left foot up so her inner left thigh and calf was visible to us and then arched her back so that her ass was beautifully outlined. She was showing off. Bob and I walked over to the pool table. As I walked past the couple I said to the man "You are welcome to join us". I noticed that his partner was quite attractive. Also a white female, she was a redhead of about 5 feet 8 inches with a full but firm body. She wore a red low cut dress which showed off her size DD breasts beautifully. The four of us got to the pool table and admired her for a few minutes. I ran my hand along her leg from foot to waist and said to Bob ‘Feel that skin". Bob hesitantly did. I could see that he was both extremely excited and a little nervous. When he saw that I didn't mind his touching my wife he gained a little confidence and ran his hand down the other leg. I ran my hand up her leg again - the one flat against the pool table. This time my fingers brushed her pussy as they went passed. A soft sigh escaped her lips. Feeling slutty she parted her thighs a little, making no secret of her wet pussy. I invited the other man to touch her. He ran his hand along her upraised leg and agreed that she was soft. I looked at his partner wondering if she wanted a turn. She looked away nervously. I could see the outline of her nipples against her dress. She was getting aroused. I had little doubt her partner's cock was hard as well. I told her to turn over. The others gasped. The light from the pool table lamp left nothing to hide. Her magnificent ass was fully lit. Bob massaged her left cheek and ran his hand down her thigh. The man from the table did the same with the right cheek and thigh. The woman looked on. Then she moved closer to her partner and touched the superb ass on the pool table. She was mesmerized by what she saw. Bob and the other man moved back from the table. The woman spent several minutes gently feeling the ass and thighs of the beauty on the table. The three of us watched as she entered a dream like state. She was completely unaware of us whilst she enjoyed my wife's body. She had her clit pressed against the pool table as she continued to caress the woman on the table who in turn moaned softly under her ministrations. The subject of our attention was clearly enjoying the feel of feminine hands on her body as she eventually parted her thighs further. The woman in the red dress explored the inner thighs. She brushed against the pussy as she ran her hands up the inner thigh towards the buttocks. Both women moaned simultaneously when contact was made with the pussy. She explored the ass crack and slipped a finger onto the pussy and gave it a little rub through the G string. They moaned together. Her hands moved up the back and onto the shoulders. She undid the bra strap. We got a glimpse of her tits as she removed the bra. Her back was now completely smooth and naked. Then she slowly removed the G string. The smell of her sex wafted into the air. Her shaved pussy was partially visible. My completely naked wife lay on the pool table, her highly aroused body beautiful to see and ecstatic to touch. The man from the table and Bob couldn't wait any further and moved in. Soon they were exploring her back, ass and legs with no impediments. Strangely they avoided her pussy but explored her ass crack thoroughly. Any contact with pussy was purely incidental. The woman on the table moaned and sighed. Whenever the men's hands came close to her pussy, she pushed up to try to make contact. She moved over to her side and tried to finger herself. I grabbed her hand away and pressed her flat on the table. I moved both her arms out to in front of her head. The men kept touching her. She was getting hot and desperate and started mewling. She had completely given in to her need and was pure slut. Her mewling and muttering became even louder as fingers almost touched her slit. We heard her say "Please" several times as fingers came close to her pussy but the men kept teasing her. She tried to grab the men's hands with her thighs as they reached her pussy, but her slimness ensured she couldn't grip them. They continued to tease her by rubbing and squeezing her ass and thighs. The woman in red watched intently. She kept licking her lips and her hands continuously ran up and down her hips and ass. She had a voluptuous figure with full hips. I walked over to her. She looked at me tensely and stopped moving. Her lips went dry. We stared at each other for a few moments. Then she moved her right hand to the top of her back and undid her zipper. I stepped forward, place my hands on her shoulders and removed her dress touching her skin as much as I could. She pushed her breasts out as my hands went past trying to prolong contact. I moved behind her and cupped them with my hands whilst rubbing her nipples through the bra. She leaned back into me and rested her head on my shoulder and sighed. She was lovely. She had the natural pale skin of redheads, large DD cup tits and a nice ass. She was wearing a lacy red bra with matching panties which exposed more than half her ass. Not quite a G string but it showed enough. Her tits strained at the bra. The other men did not notice as they were engrossed with the woman on the pool table. I led her to the table. Her partner looked up and gasped. "Joan!" Bob looked up surprised. Joan climbed onto the pool table to kneel at the naked woman's feet. It was an awesome sight: the redhead with the size DD tits kneeling at the feet of the prostrate and completely nude and highly aroused woman lying on the green felt. The woman on the table started moving her clit against the surface moaning and sighing. Joan grasped each ankle with her hands and parted the woman's legs. She responded by lifting her ass off the table by getting on her knees whilst keeping her head on the table. As Joan stared at the naked and dripping wet pussy in front of her I placed my hand on her bra catch. She quickly sat upright, head high and back arched. She was ready to display her tits, perhaps even desperate to display her tits. Her partner looked on in shock. I prepared her further by removing the shoulder straps over and under each arm. Her bra was wrapped around her chest like a bikini top. I wanted it to completely fall away when I undid her clasp. I did not want it to drape over her breasts and spoil the moment. I then took her hands and placed them behind her head. I moved to the side so that I didn't miss the stripping. The bra snapped away when I unclasped it. Her heavy tits hardly moved when it fell. They were unbelievably firm. She threw her head back to enhance the look of her magnificent tits. She preened for a several moments while we looked on. Then she grabbed the other woman's hips and launched herself at the waiting pussy. I noticed the smudge on the pool table where her pussy juices had leaked. She slipped her middle finger into the pussy in front of her. She was now on all fours with her ass up where I could appreciate it. I moved up behind her to get a better view. Her red panties were damp near her pussy. I could see the outline of her labia against the cloth. She bent down to kiss and lick the pussy of the other woman. No doubt she was aware that this would stick her ass up even further. Like the other woman she wanted to show all. We had two sluts on the table. Within a short time my wife's body was jerking with an orgasm. The men had primed her well and Joan's attention brought her to her peak. She then turned around and got to her feet. She stood in front of Joan and cupped her face with her hands. Gently she guided Joan's lips to her pussy again. Joan quickly went to work kissing and licking pussy but the angle wasn't great. She guided Joan off the table and sat herself at the edge and then lay back with her eyes closed. She parted her legs so that her pussy was wide open for attention. Joan obliged. Her tongue explored labia, clit and vagina. Her tongue flicked over and into her pussy. Meanwhile the two men took the opportunity to experience the firm tits of the woman on the table. Very soon she was in ecstasy as her pussy was licked and both her breasts kissed and sucked. The multiple orgasms were not long in coming. Joan got up and her partner immediately took her place. Her partner caught the woman's ankles and raised her legs up. Soon he had her split wide open with both pussy and ass hole facing him with the soft undersides of her thighs on either side. It wasn't long before she was moaning again from the attention his tongue gave her ass hole. Joan moved around to experience the other woman's smaller breasts which she shared with Bob. Soon Bob had another idea. He moved around to Joan and before she knew it had her panties down to her feet. While she sucked tits Bob muzzled her pussy from behind. Joan lifted her knee over onto the table to give Bob better access to her love hole. I watched yet another magnificent ass and pussy being licked and sucked whilst the owner pleasured my wife's tits. Both sluts moaned as their pussies and ass holes were licked and teased. It was the horniest thing I had ever seen in my life. Until, while her pussy and ass hole were being mauled, she opened her eyes and suddenly looked towards Joan. I knew that feral look. Her eyes were hard and demanding. She had lost control of herself. It was the look she got just before she would pull my cock towards her and make me mount her but I wasn't there for her this time. Instead, in her frustration, she grabbed Joan's hair with one hand and with the other roughly grabbed Joan's left breast whilst she pinched the nipple as hard as she could. Joan's lips parted as she cried out. Only to find my wife's tongue forcing itself into her mouth. With all three of their orifices attended to, both women simultaneously and violently jerked as their bodies went through wave after wave of orgasm whilst coming on the faces of the men who were attending to their pussies.

Sex Games with My Teenaged Wife by milkman56 In 1967 I married; I was 21 and my wife, Karen, was barely 18.  In those days having premarital sex was thought immoral, although almost everyone did it, and if you were living together "out-of-wedlock," your landlord could evict you for immorality.  It almost happened to us.  So we got married.  Essentially we got married so we could have sex. I was the first of my friends to get married and the first to have my own apartment.  Both of these things—a girl whom I could have sex with anytime I wanted and an apartment where I could drink and smoke without protest from my parents—made me the envy of all my friends, most of whom still lived at home when they were not going to college. We were married in the late spring. The first few months of our marriage were a time of wild experiment.  We used to plan our nights and our weekends around our sex life.  We played strip poker with each other.  The loser had to lie naked on the bed with all the lights on and a pillow over his or her head while the winner got to fondle and sexually tease the other.   She and I play acted rape scenarios.  Once I tied her in the laundry room and cut the clothes off her, then forced her to suck on my penis;  she resisted; I had to press the head of it against her clenched teeth until she relented and let it go in; god, that felt good.  But I withdrew before I came in her mouth, although I wanted to cum in her mouth; but I thought she might think I was a pervert.  The forcible sex and her response to it was a big turn on to me.  Karen was obviously really hot about it and, although she would not admit it, she would not deny it when I said I noticed it.  By the time my friends got out of college for the summer we had settled down a little.  I had ideas that I wanted to try out but I was uncertain now.  She began to be more resistant and I felt unsure about forcing her.  On the other hand, the more she resisted the more persistent my fantasies became.  I think she knew this.  I got mad at her when she refused and she worried about it; I punished her with my disappointment, refusing to talk to her or to go to bed with her.  Sometimes she gave in.  She seemed more and more uncomfortable but I pressed the limits.  Like making her go naked in the car while I drove around.  It was very late when I did it.  No one really saw.  Not that I didn't wish it.  But it was really late; no one saw; the closest we got was driving up to door of the Seven Eleven and leaving her in the front seat while I went to buy cigarettes. I told my friends about our sex of course. I told them about how she sometimes let me take her clothes off in public.  My friends were not completely inexperienced but I don't think any of them had ever seen a girl naked with all the lights on.  Girlie mags, sure.  And with some blind fumbling in the dark they got some dim glimpses of this or that, but never had any of them seen a completely naked woman standing right in front of them and letting them look.  And it intrigued them that many of our sex games were just that.  They always asked if she resisted and I admitted she was ashamed of herself but she liked it. It always made her really wet, especially if I stayed completely dressed and all the lights were on and I went about feeling her slowly. The thought occurred to me then as I saw how they looked at Karen when they came over on weekends for drinking and bull sessions.  More than a few times I thought they were talking among themselves about her.  I could see what they wanted, and I teased them about it.  I would describe her nipples, for example, or what it looked like when I had her lay back on the bed, holding her knees, spreading apart her legs so you could really see her juicy gaping cunt.  I was graphic.  I asked them if they'd like to see pictures.  Of course they did.  I teased them with that.  Of course I had some Polaroids, but I only showed them the one where she was standing in her bra and panties and her hands behind her back unhooking her bra with blushing look.  I said she would not let me show them the rest.  They said: how would she know?  I said I had promised not to show them to anyone.  The discussion fueled their sexual frustration and their obsessions with Karen.   Being the only girl at our weekend binges elevated the obsession.  She must have noticed their leers.  To make sure she did, I teased her about it.  I told her they were undressing her with their eyes.  She blushed.  She knew I was right. I tried getting her drunk and reckless.  I think my friends knew what I was up to.  I think she figured it out too.  After more than enough to drink she was almost passing out and said she wanted to go to bed.  She went in the bedroom and put on her nightie.  She went in to the bathroom to pee while we continued drinking and when she came out, standing in the kitchen next to the table, you could make out the color of her nipples and the darkness of her pussy under the nightgown.  She had to have known.  I tried to get her to come back to the living room but she was so drunk she was wobbly and took hold of the table and slipped to the floor; her nightgown flaring up her bare leg flashed some nakedness briefly.  Pretending my concern, I went to help her get up and doing so I lifted her nightgown up to her waist exposing her bare ass completely and she laughed, aware of what I was doing and slapped at my hands.  I whispered to her: "Take it off. . . . ."  She was drunk, but not that drunk.  She smiled and shook her head and kissed me and went to bed. I went back to my friends and said simply: "Well, I tried." They tried again to get me to show them the pictures of her naked.  I said: "I'll ask her."  That's as far as it went. The next day she could not remember anything from the night before.  So I told her that she had flashed them.  She looked shocked and I led her to believe she had lifted up the front of her nightgown to the top of her tits and gave them a full frontal view.  I asked: "Did you like doing that?" She blushed and was speechless.  I told her: "We were all surprised. . . . . . . You really don't remember?" She shook her head, her hand to her mouth in disbelief.  "You came out of the bedroom and stood in the kitchen, drunk and smiling at us, and said to us: "I know what you want.'" She was astonished.  I led her on: "Then you just lifted up your nightgown and showed yourself and said, 'Is this what you want?'"  I told her that then she asked if we would like her to take it off.  I told her she took off her nightgown before I could stop her and started to come into the living room naked and I got up ands stopped her put her to bed. I said: "Then you passed out."  She said to me with sudden anxiety: "I didn't have my nightgown on when I woke up. . . . ."  I nodded.  She guessed she must have actually taken it off in front of my friends.  In fact, I had taken it off her when I went to bed.  Nasty trick maybe.  But she had to believe it. She began to cry into her hands.  I laughed and reached out to hold her.  She looked up at me confused.  I said: "No, no, no. . . . . . . You didn't really.  I am kidding."  She sniffled.  "Really," I said, "You didn't."  "Why?" she asked. "You wanted to." She shook her head.  "Yes, you did." She said nothing. I said: "I want you to." She shook her head, still confused: "I don't understand." "I want you to show yourself naked to them." I let go of her and looked into her eyes. She looked bewildered. "I don't understand." "I want to see you standing naked in front of them.  I want to see how you feel." "What will happen?" "Nothing.  Just stand there.  Let them look.  Let them touch you, maybe.  That's all."  I embraced her again. "Why?" she wiped her eyes.  "It makes me want to fuck you." She was perplexed. "You want them to do that to me?" "Do you?" "No." "If I asked you to do it? If I wanted to watch them doing it to you?  If I wanted all of them to take turns doing it while I watched? Would you?"  She said nothing.  She sat quietly, thinking.  I told her I loved her.  I waited a moment, holding her. "Will you?" I asked her. "What?" "Let them see you. Take off your clothes for them and let them see you. Let them see you without clothes on." "When?" "Tonight." She said nothing. Four of my friends had come the night before: Jon and Gary whom I knew from school, and a couple of their friends, Steve and Howie, both of whom were actually still in high school and about a year younger than Karen. When they came in that night, she was surprised to see they had brought yet one more boy, a younger brother of Howie, Billy, who was just thirteen—going to be in the ninth grade this coming fall.  This made her nervous.  She looked worried.  We started drinking and watched TV. Karen sat on the sofa with three of the boys, in her shorts and blouse, her hair done up in a ponytail because it was so hot.  We did not have air-conditioning.  She looked uncomfortable. But not because of the heat.  Because of what she was thinking.  Because of what she thought they were thinking.  I brought her drinks to her.  She sipped them.  She did not drink much.  She was sullen and did not want to talk with anyone.  The way they looked at her, the remarks they made about her, she took as evidence of what they expected.  In fact I had not told them.  In fact they would be surprised. After some rounds of drinks, it was already eight o'clock and being Sunday night they were fidgeting and thinking they should leave soon.  We all had work in the morning.  Karen misinterpreted their fidgeting; she thought they were impatient for her to do it.  I grinned and winked at the boys so she could see and while they were confused, she took it for confiding.  I got up from the sofa and said: "How Ôbout one more before we start?" "What?" said Jon.  I winked at him.  He grinned.  I nodded toward Karen.  He said: "Oh."  I helped Karen to stand. I drew her to the kitchen.  I whispered.  "Go into the bedroom. I will come get you."  I kissed her.  "Take off everything but your bra and underpants."  I kissed her again. My friends were taking drinks and talking together quietly, obviously confused.  Jon asked: "What's going on?" I grinned.  "Turn off the TV."   Howie did it.  I said: "Move it out of the corner."  I closed the curtains.  I got the floor lamp from the end of the sofa, one of those pole lights with adjustable spots on it.  I switched plugs with where the TV had been and turned on all three lamps—100 watts each—and pointed them into the corner, starkly lighting it up.  My hand made a shadow on the wall. Then I went to the wall and turned off the overhead light.  I stopped. The guys were standing, holding drinks. "What the fuck?" said Howie. "Can't you guess?" I asked.  Jon guessed. "No," he said in disbelief. "Sit down," I said. I said: "You might want to get the chairs from the kitchen."  And pointed to the corner: "That's where she'll be."  Howie, Jon and Gary grabbed kitchen chairs and set them to face the corner.  Billy was clueless.  He and Steve settled on the sofa. "Okay then. . . . ." I said.  "Be quiet and do whatever I tell you.  She is a little scared." And I turned away to go get her but turned back and said: "And you gotta promise.  Don't tell anyone about this or she won't do it." Some nodded.  Billy was still clueless.  Jon said: "Nobody."  Howie laughed and asked: "Nobody?"  I grinned: "Well, nobody you don't know."  Jon grinned.  I turned off the light in the kitchen.  The only light in the apartment was that hot corner of the room where my wife was to stand for them. I entered the bedroom.  Karen had undone her ponytail to let her shoulder-length hair loose and was sitting on the end of the bed in her bra and underpants; she looked up expectantly; incongruously she had not removed her penny loafers and bobby socks.  It was like she might be waiting for the doctor to arrive for her examination.  She said nothing.  I held the door.  I told her to take off her shoes and socks and waited for her to lean over slip her shoes off, and peel off the socks.  She looked up to say something; she looked at me quizzically, almost pleadingly.  But I thought it disingenuous.  Letting her hair down somehow signaled submissiveness.  I turned off the light in the bedroom as she went out ahead of me.  In the darkness they saw she had undressed, they her white underpants and white bra. She saw them, turning to look at her; she saw the hot corner.  I had not told her of this, but she understood.  She knew what was expected. She went right to it, walking into its brilliant glare, like she was entering a stage.  Or a cage: she had a look of fear and hurt about her.   They saw she was barefoot.  That, and her hair let down, in her face, as she looked down. They could not see her face until she stepped in the orb of the light.  They were smiling at her.  She looked up.  She was not smiling.  She brushed her hair aside.  She would not look at their faces.  Anyway the light was so bright that she had to look down or away.  The guys were solid dark objects beyond the orb of light.  Three immediately in front of her, she was aware. She guessed who they were. She recognized their voices, even if she could not make out what they said. One was Howie, for sure. One Jon.  She did not like either of them.  She had both more than once tried to feel her up when I was gone for piss.  She thought they made lewd or unkind comments. Anticipating what would come; and anyway she did not think she was pretty.    Although I think her face was pretty enough, and she had a nice enough body.  But in truth, I will admit my wife was only as pretty as she was young, and had an ordinary body, but young and fresh and a lovely skin, long legs, but she was not curvy, maybe a little chunky, but nice handful of tits all the same.  High-waisted and boxy about her hips, she wore those plain jane cotton underpants that went all the way above her belly button, the same kind her mother had bought her and that she had worn since she was a little girl.  Nothing sexy about them.  But then again something about those mommy underpants on this young girl was sexy.   Her eyes glittered and dashed to take in the situation like she was trapped, although she had done this without complaint.  She looked scared and worried about what would happen, since she had never done this before (which is true), and she was flushed and fidgeted like she felt embarrassed and ashamed, and I think she really was both embarrassed and ashamed and deserved to be—embarrassed because she standing there in her underwear in front of these guys, my friends and this kid, and ashamed because she was about to strip and stand completely naked in front of them. She was feeling the fingers of her right hand nervously with the fingers of her left hand; she was nervously turning her wedding ring on her finger.  The way she stood, so uncomfortable and self-conscious, made her look all the more vulnerable, all the more like a victim, even though she had done this entirely willingly.  She did not have to undress in the bedroom; she could have refused.  She did not have to walk out here in her underwear; she could have told me no.  She did not have to step into that hot corner, that hot spotlight set up to emphasize her unwanted humiliating nakedness.  She did it because, at some level, she wanted to do this.  She wanted them to do this to her; coercing her, reluctant but submissive, shamefully presenting herself completely naked to them to examine and molest her under this harsh light, like some sexual torture or obscene interrogation. Being forced like this—to get naked for them—aroused her sexually, I was sure. The boys could see her misgivings and anxiety, but at the same time they saw in her eyes, just as I did, a guilty conscience, guilty of sexual cravings, showing a warm color to her skin, flush to her cheek, a kind of hive at her neck and lovely pinkness at the tops of her thighs, where they were rounded below the elastic edge of her white panties. You could make out the darkness of her pussy hair in a triangle between her legs.  Staring at this, as I saw the boys did and seeing her embarrassment, I could see how keenly sexually aroused she was; I was sure of it.  I think I could almost smell the heat of her. I let the scene set itself; I stood back and paused and let the boys ogle her and let her soak up their leering, their vivid obscene imagination for what they would soon see in the flesh.  And I thought of this experience from their point of view, what her breasts would look like, the hair in her crotch, the hint of her cunt lips.  You can never guess what a fully clothed woman will look like completely naked.  Her naked body would somehow be what was natural to her, but you did not know what she would look like until you actually saw her take off all her clothes, in the plain light, defenseless, her hands useless to cover whatever you wanted to see. I paused before I spoke.  I moved to a place to stand beside the far end of sofa, next to where Billy sat.  He was beginning to understand.  My wife heard my voice from beyond the glare of lights, looking my way, before she dropped her gaze, as I explained:  "Billy, this is my wife, Karen.  She is 18.  How old are you?  Thirteen?" I paused: "Have you ever seen a girl with all her clothes off?" Billy shook his head: "My wife's going to get naked. It's what my friends asked.  You glad you came?  Didn't they tell you?"  He shook his head to both questions. "Do you know why Karen is going to get naked for us?  Do you know why?" Billy did not know why.  "Because getting naked in front of these guys makes her feel horny, it makes her pussy hot and wet. It makes her want to fuck. It makes her want to suck cock, Billy.  Do you want her to suck your cock?" Karen was genuinely blushing and the boys were stunned.   I let the words stew in their brains.  I let her stand pathetically in that hot light; with the clear intent of of my words making I suppose she felt the heat all the more.  She looked it.  She looked almost sick.  She still looked at the floor: a look of surrender and shame, unhappy, but a face that also showed her other feelings too, her sexual feelings.  I knew she was thinking about what I had said.  And the guys could all see it just as well as I could.  But would she admit it? Given it was a hot summer night, and given that I had closed the curtains, it was very sweltering in the room, what with all those warm aroused boys, and I swear the lamp lights added ten degrees and glared so hot that Karen was perspiring beneath them; it gave her bare skin a lustrous glow.  All my friends had rock hard dicks by now, I was sure, just seeing my wife like that in her underpants and bra, and thinking about what was to come.  My dick was hard too.  I asked her sarcastically: "You feeling hot, Karen?"  The guys laughed.  They could see she was sweaty but they gave my words a naughty meaning. I went quietly to the kitchen to get scissors from the tool drawer.  She must have heard me rattling around from them.  She glanced my way. Then seeing Howie leaning into the light, grinning up at her, she dropped her gaze again.  I took out a small hammer with a wooden handle—about eight inches long and about as big around as the circle you might make between your forefinger and thumb. Where Jon, Howie and Gary had drawn up the kitchen chairs, close for good view, put them a little in the glow of the lights shining on my wife standing there in her underwear.  She could see them after having got used to the glare.  Karen saw me hand the hammer to Jon.  He looked confused, but Karen understood.  I had used it on her naked body in some of our other sex games.  I stepped into the circle of light, where she stood, both of us casting large shadows against the wall.  I positioned her to stand closer to the corner.  She looked up at me.  She almost said something.  A little hurt in her eyes.  I ignored it.  She could see my face, my smile, my nod as I looked her over, up and down, just like the guys were looking her over, and then looking back up into her eyes I commanded her simply: "Turn around. . . . . . . Face the corner."  She seemed almost surprised or confused.  She hesitated, then turned.  She touched the wall as if she lost balance. I added: "Put your hands down." She reached up again to touch the wall as I pushed her closer into the corner. I said again: "Put your hands down." I meant to be very slow and very deliberate.  I meant to tease the tension and draw out the suspense for as long as possible, to get her pulse racing so fast she feels sick with anticipation and to get my friends dicks to get so engorged they might just shoot off involuntary into their pants without before even touching her. I talked as I did my business.  I snipped the bra strap on the top of her right shoulder.  It fell away.  I asked her: "You ready?"  I snipped the bra strap on the left shoulder.  It fell away.  I asked her: "You really want to do this?" I waited for her reply.  She said nothing.  She nodded slightly.  I don't know if anyone else saw it.  I pulled the back of her bra away from her skin like it was a sling shot, and looked back at my friends and winked.  They laughed.  She did not fight me.  "She's got nice tits," I told them and holding out the bra that way I snipped the back of it next to the clasp and her bra sprang away from her on the right side and flopped off her left side, uncupping her tits, and swept around behind her like a bigger rubber band; I held the thing, both cups dangling in my hand a moment.  Thren I threw over my back like a prize.   Jon said: "Yeah."  Howie said: "I got it."  I stood back and admiring her naked back I told them how she had never been seen naked by any man but me.  But now they were all going to see her naked.  I said: "She wants you to see her naked." "Tell them, Karen."  We waited.  She did not reply.  I think that her refusal to speak meant she was not wanting to be naked, but no one had any sympathy for her at this point and it was obvious what was going to happen. I drew her underpants away from her skin at her left hip.  I poised the scissors. I snipped the waistband.  "You want them to see you naked."  I said matter of factly. I snipped some more, slowly, down to the elastic about her leg and left that intact but let got her cut underpants, so that it fell away in back and showed the cheek of her buttock, the crack between.  The elastic of her underpants had pinched her tummy and her sides.  I took up the sagging right side of her underpants and slowly snipped from the waistband down to the elastic on top of her right thigh.  I let fall her underpants.  They fell away in front and in back, hanging ridiculously, exposing her buttock completely.  I felt the shape of her buttock and spoke to her.  "Tell them, honey," I cooed.  "Tell them you want them to see you naked." I inserted the scissors at the elastic holding her underpants onto her left thigh and paused.  I repeated myself.  I waited.  She said it very quietly.  But she did say it.  "I want them to see me naked." I egged her on some more.  "Tell Howie. Say: Howie, I want you to see me naked." She would not say that.  I snipped the elastic and her underpants fell, still wedged between her legs and dangling by the loop of elastic hem under her right buttock. I repeated: "I want you to see me naked." She relented; but said it flatly: "I want you to to see me naked." I added: "I want you to finger-fuck me." Again, in the same flat response: "I want you to finger fuck me." "I want you to finger-fuck me, Jon." She said this too.  I made her say it for Howie too.  Then I snipped the last elastic and her panties fell away between her legs and she looked down at her own naked self, shifted her feet and her panties slipped to her feet.  She was completely naked.  The boys grinned.  I stepped back. Then I said: She resisted this but I spanked her, not too hard but twice crisply. It would give the boys the idea of what to do if she balked at instructions.  And at the third slap she said: "Don't."  I repeated: "Tell Billy: I want to suck on your penis." She was surprised that I had spanked her this way, although I had done it in other sex games, and she felt fresh shame at what she was doing, but she said it: "I want to suck your penis." I looked over at Billy and asked him: "You masturbate?"  He looked confused but nodded.  "You ejaculate?"  It was too much.  He blushed and said nothing but it was obvious that he had.  I said: "Good.  I want you to cum her mouth when she sucks your dick."  It shocked him.   It shocked all my friends.  It shocked and dismayed my wife.  But I did not care.  It was what I wanted to see more than anything. I left my poor naked wife to stand under that hot light, blooming with sweat, her hands trembling with overwrought sexual anticipations, and turned a chair next to the kitchen table, so that I could to sit at a distance and a good angle in the dark to take it all in, so I could see her face and the look every guy's faces when she turned around to show herself naked to them. I told her then: "My friends really want to see what you look like naked. They all got hard-ons just seeing you naked from the back.  Now they want to see the front.  We want to see all of you.  You want to show Ôem?" She said nothing.  I repeated: "You want to show Ôem?" She nodded.  We all saw it this time. "Okay.  When you're ready.  Turn around.  Face the boys." She did not do it right away.  My friends made comments.  She seemed to be cold, shivering.  But it was just her nerves.  When she did start to turn, she looked up over her shoulder at them, and we saw she was obviously upset, obviously reluctant and obviously ashamed of herself for doing this. I could see teary eyes.  She bit her lip.  Her face flushed.  She turned in three small steps, looking up at them, tearing up. She wanted this, I was sure.  The look on her face: pathetic, reluctant, anxious, submissive, ashamed, aroused.  The look on all their focused faces: wide-eyed, amazed, fixed instantly and intensely on my wife's nakedness; seeing her naked head to toe all at once, all of her, scanning tits and pussy, and nipples and legs, seeing also her face, her eyes tearful, anxious, searching theirs. I have to tell you that I ejaculated right then in my pants without ever even touching myself. And I saw some the others reflexively feeling their pricks in their pants. The boys all could care less about her tears and anxiety; if anything it made their dicks ready to pop seeing her so abject, ashamed, and naked.  Their glittering eyes went straight to and groped her all over, her swaging plump tits, shimmering a little as she turned, their outthrusting large plum-like nipples—fleshy tender puffs that I loved to tease.  And then all eyes groped her belly, her hips, fleshy thighs, her pussy hair,—a darker color than the hair on her head—and the chubby cleft hinting swelling and a hooded stiffening clit nestled in the wedge of it.  She pressed her the palms of hands flat on her thighs; her head lowered in shame.  She made a pathetic sound, like a caught breath, a shudder.  She did not look up.   Her nipples grew taut at the tips.  The nubs of them crinkled and thickened and pointed out.   Whatever they had expected, this was even better.  All of them appreciated as I did the sort of raw sexuality her nakedness exuded.  Those obscene milky tits, those dark wide mommy nipples, her chubby cunt showing through her pussy hair, and her round topped thighs.  She looked like she was made for fucking and loved fucking.  Something about her made you want to spank her or force your cock into her mouth or shove it up her ass and something about her abject shame, her obvious sexual arousal at her sexual humiliation, made it certain she would do these things submissively and while whimpering still relished both her forced pleasure and willing abuse. She never covered herself with her hands, and she never said no to anything I asked of her. I let them study my wife naked in that strong light for a good ten minutes, taking in all the details, commenting to one another.  Saying things about her nipples.  Things about her tits. About her cunt.  They did not care if it shamed her.  If it hurt her feelings.  She herself did not speak.  She looked up from time to time and saw them looking at her.  She did not smile, but as I say she made no effort to cover herself. I said: "Jon—you go first." Jon got up grinning. Karen looked up into his eyes.  She wanted to say something. He avoided her eyes.  He looked down at her chest as he approached her.  She turned her head to look away.  Again the near tears.  He put the fingers of both hands on her nipples and felt them, he tugged on them.  She gasped.  He rubbed, rolled, squeezed her whole tits in both his hands.  Then holding her tits, he leaned and put his mouth onto first one and then the other nipple sucking it up to slobbery points in the air, lashing the points with his tongue and she closed her eyes tightly. He looked at her face as he slipped his right hand off her breast and down her belly and slipped his fingers into her pussy and began to rub her there and poke his middle finger up inside. He watched her face.   Her eyes suddenly open.  She expressed her feelings with small whimpers and he grinned at her and rubbed her more and leaned and sucked more on her nipples while his other hand reached behind her and drew her against him.  He finger fucked her, rubbing fast, and she put her hands on her shoulder and dropped her forehead to it, breathing fast through her open mouth.  I interrupted him before he could get off or before she got off and told Howie to step up.  Howie did much the same but he kissed her while he fondled her.  And I was surprised to see how warmly she kissed him back.  Then Gary took his turn.  He made no secret that he wanted to fuck her.  But she put her hands up to his chest when he exposed his prick to her.  He nevertheless rubbed it against her bare belly and tried to hook it into her ready cunt.  He would have but I stopped him.    I called him off and gave Steve his turn.  Steve liked to lick to nipples and turned her and vigorously felt and pumped her cunt from behind with several fingers while she bent over, hands on the wall, gasping, whimpering.  Karen got almost breathless, dizzy, and ready to cum.  So I stopped him and called for Billy.  I said to Karen: "Squat so he can see your wet cunt."  Billy stood staring down in amazement at the glossy flower of lurid flesh opening between her legs, the gaping florid folds, the raw wet gash within. I said to Karen: "Now take his dick out of his pants and lick it." I admit I had not expected either of them to cooperate.  Billy looked so young and was so embarrassed.  And Karen should have been too ashamed or intimidated.  And I knew she did not like to do this; she had said she did not like the taste of cum.  This humiliation should be too much. But she got down on her knees and with two hands studiously unfastened snap of his jeans and unzipped the fly and tugged on the sides, taking hold of both his jeans and his underpants, and his dick snapped out, stiff as a stick and standing straight up, curving up like a banana from his his tightened-up almost hairless scrotum, all red against his white tummy. And his knobby pointy dark red glans, I swear it was oozing out pre-cum, dribbling down the shaft. It fascinated her.  It twitched as she looked at it.  Her eyes moist, she stared at it with her mouth open.  And I recognized that she had never seen another penis other than my own.  And this one was smaller, but also circumcised like mine, and like mine stuck straight; she liked it.  The other boys got up and stood near to watch.  With her hands on her knees, bent her head and licked up the shaft of it, closing her eyes.  She licked up one side and up the other, repeatedly, and it twitched as her tongue touched it; she was licking off the dribbling pre-cum like it was melt on a popsicle and then she put her hands onto his hips and lifted herself up onto her knees and leaned to put her whole mouth over the whole head of it and swirled her tongue on the seeping, then leaned back and looked at the wet head and the new ooze out of the tip of his penis and leaned licking at the slitted hole of it (letting us see her doing this!) , licking at trickling stuff with the tip of her tongue; she put her whole mouth down over the hole as if to suck on it, to sip from it.  The boy's whole body suddenly jerked, and she closed her eyes and made a sort of mewing sound and put more of her mouth down now over the whole circumcised knob of it, and down further on the shift, sucking hard--I could her sucking. I could hear it.  He instinctively put his hands on her head and clutched her head so that she could not take her mouth off of his penis when he began ejaculating.  The boy grimaced.  His body stiffened, and jerked again, then again.  And I heard him doing it.  I actually heard his ejaculation squirting with force and volume repeatedly into my wife's mouth and she was all red-faced,  and her eyesfluttered open wide in surprise,and she whimpered pathetically - almost in protest - but she was not resisting, but breathing noisily through her nose she sucked eagerly and swallowed as much as she could.  Some spilt from her mouth, white like milk, and she drooled it onto her tits in long slime.  I heard her breath deep and saw her cheeks concave, sucking his prick like a straw, eyes closed.  I heard her doing it. Her swilling and slurping the shooting jets of his cum, jets of cum filling her mouth again and again, and she swilling and swallowing it as quickly as she tasted it or felt it filling up her mouth again and again. The boy shuddered.  She held his hips tightly. He jerked and came again. He held her head tightly.  She swallowed again and again.  God, his balls must be full of the stuff, a cup or more, shot out from his balls like broth from a basting bulb. When at last he sighed and let go of her head, having finished, she gasped for air loudly, her eyes fluttering open, her open mouth seen gloopy and white with it; some drooling from her lips, she wiped with the back of her hand and sat back on her haunches to catch her breath; and his penis flipped up out of her mouth, wobbling in the air, all wet with the glisten of her saliva mixing this boy's cum. Her mouth wet and red and abused.  Her lips smeared with cum and swollen.  Her mouth still tasting his cum.  Her tongue creamy with it.  Her tits looked sexually swollen, her skin flushed with the rash of her sexual excitement, and she brushed her hair from her eyes and looked up at me, ashamed and sexually flushed at the same time. She looked up at me guiltily.  But I did not care; it was what I had wanted; and squeezing my dick I had ejaculated a second time in my own pants while watching her and hearing her swill and slurp and swallow his repeated jets of semen. I teased her: "You like eating cum?"  I was dismayed that she had liked the taste of this boy and that he had so much cum that it repeatedly filled her mouth. I wanted some revenge. I told her to stand up. I said that Billy had not had his turn at feeling her up. Billy whose jeans were still pulled down to his knees and whose prick still waggled stiff grinned appreciatively.  Karen stood.  She put her hands down, looking sadly into his arms and he reached to feel her tits.  Tenderly.  Gently.  Fascinated and worshipful.  She was deeply aroused.  Her mouth open.  All of us watching in fascination.  He stared into her eyes as he dropped his hand to her pussy and spread the hair, spread the lips, and touched her clitoris so teasingly that she took a sharp breath and she laughed at her own pleasure.  "Fuck her, Billy."  Karen was shocked.  Billy did not need to be told again, nor shown how.  He entered her with a swift embrace, pulling her closely, his prick easily slipped up inside of her and she straddled him, pinioned, lifted up, her hands up to face, kissing him, kissing him and saying no, please, no. He could not contain himself. He hardly needed to fuck.  He squirmed and thrust only a few times and shot off again inside her.  And Karen squealed and collapsed to the floor, to her knees, flinging out and holding herself up by her outstretched arms, catching her breath and now on all fours began to cry from emotion and sexual release.  And I said: "Who else wants to fuck her?" Howie had no remorse for what happened.  He always recalled this night with relish.  Her humiliation was most exciting sexual moment of his life. He felt no sympathy looking down at my wife.  He'd always wanted to fuck her.  He had his pants off quickly and his underpants flung aside, my wife looked up and back at him and his limpishlong dick and he said: "You suck me too."  And she wheeled wearily and sat crosslegged and he lifted her face up in his hand by her chin and leaned and kissed her, feeling her tits with his other hand.  And stood and straddled, dangling his dick in front of her face, holding it, holding her face and smashing it against her lips, till she let in slip in.  He held her head, and face-fucked her.  She, gagging and mewling on teh stuffing of limp dick in her mouth, put her hands to the floor, leaning, accepting. Jon leaned in beneath him and sucked her tits, feeling her spread cunt.    I went and turned on all the lights in the apartment.  When I came back, Howie was still fucking my wife's mouth and Jon had knelt and thrust the hammer handle into her pussy and was working it fast to arouse her.  She was crying and simpering. Howie fucked her mouth with little effort, mashing it to the back of her throat.  Stopping only and withdrawing only a little in order to ejaculate freely and loudly.  My wife choked and let Howie'sejaculate burst back out of her mouth like he had shot a cannon of cum into it, spilling over her chin like milk, running down her throat to her chest, and he withdrew his dick as she coughed for air, then held it half-limp like a hose for her to drink from, to suck off his semen as it dripped from the head of his cock. Jon stood, leaving the hammer up her cunt, and presented his prick for her mouth, taking her head and guiding it in, then fucked her slowly and kindly in the mouth, cooing and encouraging her until he came in her mouth also.  And again she whimpered eyes-closed like a child with dessert. By now everybody had got naked.  I masturbated openly now.  So did the rest of them.  Like Howie, Jon felt neither remorse nor shame, but patronized her with false kindness, helping her to her feet, and led her on drunken steps to the kitchen table to lean her over it and spread her legs; and while she clutched the edge of the table top, her legs trembling, she accepted the hammer again into her cunt, as Jon then Steve then Gary fucked her with it dorsally—she returning the thrusts, grunted and moaned, and begged them to fuck her. Gary then took her from behind grabbing her tits as he did and Steve also.  Then Jon again.  Then Howie. When Howie pulled out of her, she could not stand and collapsed naked on the floor; they stood around looking at her; some got dressed.  Others were not yet satisfied. I told them she had had enough and guided her to the bedroom and left her alone to fall sleep naked under the sheets.

Showing Myself by IndianaWoman Showing Myself Ch. 01 Having fun in a theater. I am a woman in my late forties in a midwestern town, but when I was 19, I was living in Germany on a military base in a fairly large city. My father was an officer, and I spent summers there during breaks from college. Having gone to high school there, I still had some girlfriends in the area that I would hang out with. If you have been to Europe, you know they are a lot more liberal about sex, and there are a lot more sex shops and things like that in the main part of town, not just in the bad areas. One day, two of my friends and I were walking around the city, and we saw a sex shop that had the store on the main floor, with a theater on the second floor. We were joking around, and went inside. We browsed for a while, looking at the toys, and then looked at the movie poster for the theater. None of us had ever been in an adult theater, but since the store was well lit and clean and we were all together, it decided to buy tickets and go in. We went upstairs, carrying the refreshments the ticket taker had given us, and entered the theater. It was very clean, and we sat in some seats right in the middle. There wasn't any sex on-screen when we walked in, and we just sat there kind of giggling. When our eyes adjusted to the light, we saw that there were maybe a dozen men scattered throughout the theater. One of my friends whispered, "Oh my god, that guy over there is playing with himself!", and we looked over and sure enough he had his pants down around his knees with his hand slowly stroking his cock. About that time, a sex scene started playing, and my friends weren't that into it. Looking around, it was obvious that other men were also masturbating, and one even stood in full view. After a few more minutes, my girlfriends said they had enough and we all left. But I couldn't stop thinking about that whole ordeal. A couple of days later I took the tram into town again by myself, and walked by the same store. This was during the week in the middle of the day, and pretended I was just going shopping in the area. But after making sure there were no people in the general area, I slipped into the store. I must have looked scared and very nervous, because the woman behind the counter told me, "It's ok, many woman come here. We like sex too." Obviously I looked very American, and I appreciated her speaking in English to me. We talked a few minutes, and although it was a lie, I told he I had never seen an adult movie before and asked if she had ever been in the theater. She smiled and said she had never been inside alone, and women rarely go up there by themselves, but there wasn't any problem going in if I was curious, and that no one would bother me. Even now, I'm not sure if she knew I was one of the girls that was there on the weekend, but she didn't let on if she did know. I went upstairs, shaking, and entered the theater. I sat in the same place, and this time there was a very intense sex scene on the screen. Again, there were a few men around the theater, and this time there were a couple of guys in the rows in front of me. They were curious about me and glanced back, but didn't approach me or bother me. I couldn't see much, but obviously they were masturbating. After about ten minutes, the movie ended and the theater lights came on! I must have looked shocked, because one of the men said in broken English, "No problem, the movie will start again. Just wait ten minutes", and jokingly I thought to myself that I really need to change my hair and clothes so that not everyone knows I'm an American at first glance. Then a man came in and collected the empty bottles and stuff from the patrons, smiling as he walked by. I have to say that I never felt threatened at all, and everyone was very polite. I later found that that is just how the German men are. The movie started again, and soon enough there was another scene on the screen, and I could see the men's hands moving up and down again. I immediately became so wet, and I thought at first it was the action on the screen. But then I realized that it was the allure of the overt exhibition in this place that turned me on. Part of me said I should leave, but the other part wanted me to part my legs and touch my thighs (I had a knee length summer dress on). Slowly, the second part won and I unbuttoned the bottom few buttons on my dress so that it fell open. I slowly let my hand wander, but when I finally touched myself through my panties, I knew there was no turning back. I started rubbing furiously, and exploded in seconds. I'm sure some of the men in the rows behind me noticed, but I didn't look back. I just kind of panicked, buttoned by dress, and ran out. The woman at the counter smiled and said to come back again, although I knew I would never do that again. But, of course later in the week I was taking the tram on my way back for another visit. Again, I had a button up sun dress, so I knew exactly what I was doing. The same woman was there, and she warmly greeted me. She also said not to the scared or nervous or ashamed (I guess she could see it in my face), and that are no rules in sex. If you like it, it's ok, and once you walk through that door no one judges you. She said I would be very surprised to know which people in the community do kinky things. Feeling braver and more relaxed, I headed into the theater and took my usual seat, and again there were scattered men in the theater. After a few minutes, my fingers found the top button of my dress, and I casually unbuttoned it one by one, leaving the dress closed. I was getting more excited, knowing just a flimsy piece of clothing was keeping me from being completely exposed. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and let the dress fall completely open and I started masturbating. I had my hand inside my panties, and rubbed very fast and had an orgasm in less than a minute. Again, just the thought of being exposed like that was so exciting, and I really think I could have almost orgasmed eventually just sitting there. But, when I was finished, guilt set in and I buttoned up and rushed out again. This became a ritual for me, but I wanted my visits to last longer. So next time, when I walked into the theater, I immediately went to the ladies restroom in the back and took off my panties and bra and tucked them in a little bag and left them there. I came back to the theater and took a seat, and started my little game of gently unbuttoning my dress. Also, this time I made sure at least one man was glancing at me as I released each button, so they would know they were going to get a show. When I started getting warm, I again let the dress fall open, but this time I didn't touch myself and just let the men watch. Here I was, my dress falling down around my shoulders with my legs slightly parted, and my hands laying across my tummy. Eventually I let my hands caress my thighs, and slowly worked my way up to my clitoris. I was more gentle with myself this time, even going so far as teasing myself. I really wanted it to last a long time. And, I was really captivating the men's attention. One of them stood up and started approaching me, but I panicked and held up my hand sand said, "No!" He smiled and said, "No problem, you just like displaying yourself. I understand." He was actually very right about this, and once I admitted it to myself I became very relaxed. I said, "Oh, you speak English. I don't mind if the men want to stand and watch me, but stay back a little please." At that, I had five men standing around me in a large circle, all of them playing with themselves. I resumed masturbating, and within a minute I was shuddering with an orgasm. But once again, guilt set in and I stood up and ran to the restroom to gather my things and leave. The next time I took it a little further. I started out the same way, but this time after I had let my dress fall open, I stood up and removed it completely, and took it to the restroom with my other things. Just walking through the theater with all of those eyes on me was exhilarating! When I returned to my seat, I sat in a row that had kind of an aisle between it and the next row, and before I knew it, I had men lined up (some of them with familiar faces) watching me. I became known as the girl who just wanted to be watched, and would give a nice show as long as I wasn't intimidated. I also just realized I didn't describe myself; I was nineteen, 5' 6", slender, long hair, and average breasts. I also wasn't shaven at all (this was the early 80s, but I still don't shave). I considered myself good looking, or at least none of them complained. Anyway, I was fully into exhibitionism at this point, and would pull my knees up and spread my legs and show everything. I would play with myself, and then tease my nipples with my wet fingers. I would even taste myself, and the men would go crazy. I was in my own little world, and even became friends with some of the men. One asked me, "Are all American girls like you?" I just smiled. I also had my own little game where I would tease them by telling when they were allowed to stroke their cocks and when then had to stop. I think they also liked that this pretty, petite young girl had so much power over them. And, I grew to like watching them explode. But again, I had my limits and I never touched them or let them touch me. They never even came within six feet of me. I did this a couple of times a week, and never grew tired of it. I also became more bold each time. The woman at the front counter knew what I was doing, and we always chatted. She was older, and told me to have fun while I still had a body that men wanted to look at. She understood my fetish to show myself, and she even encouraged it. In later visits, she let me undress right in the store and walk around before I went to the theater. Once in the theater, I often took a place right in front, facing the crowd, and masturbated slowly for everyone while the movie played behind me. I never went during the evening. I was afraid the crowds would be too large and that I would see someone I knew. But I did try a few other things on the advice of the woman running the store, and I could write about them if you are interested. I still think about those experiences, and only wish there was a place like that around Chicago, but at least it was fun while it lasted. Showing Myself Ch. 02 My summer continues. Thank you for the comments. First, I want you to understand a little more about me. I am just writing about a couple of summers long ago in my past. I am a very average housewife, still quite attractive I think, but very modest in my real life. Some people have offered to give me story ideas, but these are not stories. I am just writing down what happened those two summers for my own benefit, and somehow the knowledge that strangers are reading them now is exciting as well. It fulfills my exhibitionist tendencies somehow, since I can't do this in my hometown. I play the exhibitionist as much as I can for my husband, but he has no idea about that time in my life. Anyone who has spent time in Europe knows that women like me (as I soon learned that first summer) are not rare, and women like to have as much fun as men do. Thank you again. As the summer went on, I became good friends with the woman at the store (her name is Renate). One day, she asked me if I would like to try another place, because someone wanted to meet me. I told her I was comfortable at her store, and didn't really need anything else and didn't want to take it any further, but she said she would take me there herself. So, we walked a few blocks, and came to a door that that had a sign next to it advertising adult movies. We walked in, and took a set of stairs downwards, coming to a small lobby with a counter and a rack of refreshments just like the other place, except there was no store. Renate called out something in German, and I was surprised to see a woman step out from the back. She was about 35, tall, slender, had short blonde hair, and was wearing jeans and a white cotton sweater and a short brown jacket. She and Renate talked for a moment, and then she turned to me and introduced herself as Andrea and said in broken English that she was happy to meet me and that I was welcome anytime. I was kind of confused, because I had no idea how much she knew about me or if she wanted anything from me. I think she felt my discomfort, because she said not to worry, Renate told her everything and she only wanted to meet me. Again, I was surprised that a woman seemed to be in charge, and I asked them about it. They laughed, and explained that women have a lot of power in the adult industry, and many of the theaters and sex shops are owned by women. Andrea was very frank with me. She said she was very intrigued to meet a young woman who was so eager to show her body for free (I never saw it that way), although she also said I was far from being the only one. That surprised me, because I assumed I was a very strange person who just had a harmless hobby. Keep in mind that I had grown up in a military family, there was no internet or even cable tv at that time, and I hadn't even hardly dated because of so much travel. So, I was quite naive, to be honest. She asked me if I was interested in being a stripper, and I said no, that money would take the fun out of it. And anyway, since I just sat there and let people look, I would make for a very boring stripper. She smiled and said we would have to talk about that again. At that time, Renate said she had to go, but I should stay and chat with Andrea and that I could come back to her store later. Andrea seemed very nice, so I stayed. After Renate left, Andrea showed me around and took me into one of the two theaters. It was quite small, maybe a dozen seats, and she said that usually it was used at lunchtime, since the movies were also shorter and the admission was much less. Since it was only eleven in the morning, there was no one in either theater, and we just chatted. She asked me what I usually did in the theater when I visited Renate and what I found exciting about it. "I just like to undress in the theater and feel the eyes on me. I don't really pay attention to the movie unless no one is there, and even then I don't understand what people are saying anyway." She found this very funny for some reason, and continued asking questions. "Do you masturbate?" I thought to myself, "Goodness, she isn't shy at all", and figured I didn't need to be shy either, and replied "Yes, always. I can't help it. But now I can control myself a little more and also enjoy just sitting there and letting my hands touch my body slowly. But when I finally masturbate, I orgasm very hard and then quickly dress and leave. I wish I would stay longer though, but I always feel guilty. Does that make sense?" She ignored that question, and asked "Why does it excite you?" I thought for a moment and said, "I don't know. It just does. I don't want to touch anyone and I don't want anyone to touch me, but I love it when people look at me. Even just walking in the city, I never wear jeans because I love the feeling of the breeze blowing across my legs, and knowing that maybe people are looking at how my dress clings to me. I imagine them undressing me with their eyes." She looked at me, contemplating, and said "You said that you liked it when people looked at you. Do you mean anyone? Were there many women in Renate's theater?" I hadn't noticed that I had said "people" and not simply "men", but I guess she was right. I replied, "No, there was never a woman there. Renate has seen me with nothing on in her store, but I wasn't thinking of her. I was just enjoying the thought that someone could walk in and see me. It would be no different if I was in a normal department store, except they don't allow you to walk around naked." "Do you feel excited now?" I paused and thought about it, and said "Yes, I think I always am. I am very modest normally and my friends would never believe what I do when I come downtown. But, just coming in here and knowing that I can do whatever I want makes me shiver." "Show me what you do at Renate's. There are no customers yet, but I'm here. And someone could come here at any moment, although you would hear a little bell when they come down the stairs." I thought about it, and I knew I was already wet. I said, "Ok, I'll show you, but you have to stand back. I like to act as though I am all alone, and someone just notices me." She stepped back, and I settled in a seat in the back row. She stood in the aisle, four or five seats away. I slowly unbuttoned by dress, and as the last button fell open, I was still barely exposed. The dress fell between my thighs down below, and was barely open at the top between my breasts, showing a bit of my bra and hints of my skin between my breasts and waistline. I moved my fingers to my neck, and slowing dragged them down through the opening, letting them rest on the front of my panties. I glanced at Andrea from the corner of my eye, and she was leaning against the wall, her arms folded across her chest, with one foot pulled up against the wall (I remember this so vividly, I don't know why), watching me without emotion. I looked ahead at the screen, and then down to my body, teasing myself with my hands. Then, I let the dress fall open, and I stood up for a moment so it would fall off my shoulders and slip to the floor. I sat back down, and reached behind my back and unsnapped my bra, my nipples revealing how excited I was. I moved my hands downward and slid my panties off, and I was finally laying back completely exposed, wearing only my summer shoes. It sounds like this happened quickly, but I made it last ten minutes or more. I continued to run my hands slowly over my body, pretending to be oblivious to Andrea, knowing she was watching me intently. I twirled a little tuft of the hair between my legs, and pulled up on it slightly so my wet folds became slightly visible. I stretched my legs out under the seat behind me and slid forward, trying to expose myself as much as possible. Finally Andrea spoke: "You are uncomfortable. Come sit on the carpeted stair where I am standing, and you can stretch out. I'll put down my jacket and you can sit on that." I was unsure, but she was right that I was cramped due to the next row of seats being so close. So I stood up, not making eye contact at all and sat down on the carpeted step, leaning back on my elbows with my knees up and parted, exposing myself completely. Andrea stepped closer, but I said, "Don't come too close. You can watch me though." She stepped back, looking at me intently, as my hands slid down to my wetness. She said, "Please, can I just touch your legs? Your stomach? Can I just sit beside you and lean on you?" I said, "No, really, I just want to be looked at. You can do anything else." With that, she slid her jeans and panties down to her knees, exposing her long legs and silky light brown hair. She ran her hands over her thighs, and she asked me to touch her. "Please, I promise I won't touch you, but I would like you touch me." I smiled and stayed where I was, and I spread my knees out further and increased the speed of my fingers. I had learned how to control my body over the weeks, and knew exactly when to stop, so I knew how far I could go for her. She groaned when she saw I wasn't going to change my mind, and pulled her sweater up to her neck, exposing a white lacey bra, holding up breasts much sexier than mine. "Please", she said, obviously exasperated. She then moved her fingers to her own wetness, and started to vigorously rub herself. In moments, she was convulsing, her breasts jumping out slightly out of her bra, exposing her nipples. Leaning against the wall, she breathed heavily and said, "You amaze me." "Why?" I said, continuing to let my fingers slide across my clitoris. I knew why, but I wanted to hear it. "Renate said you never touched the men, and I was convinced you loved women instead, but you really do only like to be looked at." I stopped masturbating and rested on my elbows, opening and closing my legs as though we were in the park having a picnic, talking about the school prom. "Yes", I said, "That really is all I like. I really love it. I have never even had sex before. I touch myself all the time at home, but it isn't as much fun alone. But you? You like women?" She laughed and said, "You and I are very alike. Neither of us has been touched by a man." I think she wanted to say more, but didn't and changed the subject as she put her clothing back in order. "Do you want to stay here? Or do you want to go back to Renate's? You are welcome to stay here if you like." It didn't take a lot of thought on my part. I told her I would stay for a while, and stood up and continued chatting. I gathered my clothing and walked to the lobby with her, placing it on a chair nearby. She gave me a bottle of water, and it was kind of exciting leaning across the counter with my breasts hanging out in front of me (as much as my smaller breasts could hang, compared to hers). She asked if she should put my clothes away until I left, but I told her that I would dress again, because getting undressed is the most exciting part. As I dressed, she told me that I really should consider stripping, and that there is a place right across the street that is safe and very nice, and that she could introduce me to the owner. I told her again that I really wasn't interested in that, and I couldn't say why other than it would take away the taboo aspect. She understood, but said I should at least go over because I could stand around naked with the other girls as much as I wanted. I told her I might. Anyway, after I dressed I went into the other theater. It was much larger, and I sat at the end of the middle row like I usually did, as it had the wide aisle so I could slide down in my seat. And even though I had done this over a dozen times by now, I was still nervous. It was an odd feeling, because there was no one in the theater at all. Most of the excitement comes from undressing while the men watched, but since I was in a new place and didn't know what to expect, I found it exciting to at least remove my panties and bra and stick them in my bag. Andrea had told me that people usually came in around one in the afternoon, and I just sat there watching the movie and waited. Then, I heard a little bell sound, which I soon learned meant someone was entering the stairway from above. I heard some small talk that I couldn't understand, and soon saw the door open, only to see a couple walk in! This was a first for me. They were probably in their early 30's, well dressed, and she wore a knee length dress. They seemed to ignore me, but also sat down in the middle row, about six seats away. They sat there, quietly whispering, while she rubbed her hands over his lap, obviously causing him to become excited. Then, he spoke to me, jumping me a little bit, and told me that Andrea had said I was inside and that I was welcome to join them. I said thank you, but that I only played from a distance. He told his wife, and she smiled at me and said something to him. He explained that she knew English but was shy about speaking it (but not shy coming in there and doing that? I realized we were very alike) and said she would at least want me to come closer. I told them that I might in a few minutes. Anyway, they became more animated, and my eyes were glued to them, which is the opposite of how I usually acted. I was on the other side of the coin for once, and now I knew how the men in the other theater felt. It was so exciting and I know I was very wet. Then, she said something again, stood up, and pulled her dress over her head. I was stunned- she had on garters, no panties, and a half bra that exposed her nipples. My bra and panties were so tame compared to what she was wearing (I was so glad I had already removed mine), and I could see why she didn't need to undress completely to be sexy. It's funny, I have no attraction to women, and I had seen dozens of lesbian scenes in the movies during the past few weeks and had just seen Andrea an hour before, but seeing her in person with a man only ten feet away was so exciting. By then, he had slid his pants down and opened his shirt, and his cock was standing out straight for all to see. She knelt down in front of him, running her hands on his thighs. Then, she put her hands on his knees, opened her mouth, and slowing lowered her head down over his cock. Once she had engulfed him, she closed her lips and slowly came back up. She repeated this, not using her hands at all, keeping them on his knees (I used this information to great effect later when I was married). Also, I was mesmerized by her body. Her breasts weren't large, but the way her bra pushed them forward as they hung down was so amazing, and the lace of her garter accentuated the curves of her back as she rose up and down. After a few minutes, she stood up, turned her back to him, and lowered her body as he entered her. She turned towards me and said something, and he explained that she wanted me to come closer. I stood, and once again the roles were reversed. I leaned against the back of the seats in front of them, just out of their reach. She evidently became less reserved, and said, "Please, put your hands on me." I just slowly shook my head. She was a little exasperated and said something to her husband, and he said "She said you are making her crazy. Can she touch you? She just wants to run her hands across your stomach and hold your waist. OK?" I said I was really sorry, but I am just excited watching them, but I would undress too. I pulled my dress over my head in one swoop just like she did and tossed it a few rows away, and slowly ran my hands over my body, stopping to cup my breasts in a way that simulated her half bra pushing up on her nipples. By then she was moving up and down much faster, and she said, "Touch yourself, please." I couldn't resist, and parted my legs and dropped one hand down below while the other remained at my breast, and I started rubbing myself. This went on for a few minutes, and then I looked up at the back of the theater where the projector was, and I could see Andrea looking out of a small window where I guess the projector operator worked. I was beside myself, knowing that I had never seen another woman all summer, but now I had two women watching me stand in full view of them while my hand raced over myself, and just the thought brought me to a shuddering orgasm. It seemed to go on and on, and the woman right in front of me followed right behind me. They then both stood up, and she turned around and got on her knees and started stroking him madly. Soon he was having his own orgasm, and he came all over her breasts, and it was so exciting seeing his cum run down and puddle around one of her nipples. All of us were out of breath, and he smiled, saying, "I wish you would change your mind." I knew it would be fun, but it would also change things, so I politely declined. But I did ask them where they bought clothes like she wore, and if they were expensive. She smiled and said, "Any clothes store will sell them. Ask Andrea for my number as I will shop with you." She said it in a very nice way, and I knew she was sincere. After they left, I stayed in the theater, still undressed and sitting in my original seat. It was probably because of the distraction of the conversation I had with the couple, but this was the first time I stayed long enough for the guilt to go away and not rush off. I was excited again, but in a different way. I leaned back, kneading my breasts, just passing the time, watching a movie dialog that made no sense to me. Andrea came in, saying that the theater would soon get more crowded, in case I wanted to dress. Instead, I asked her to take my clothes and put them somewhere for me, and I would just stay like this for a while. Also, I told her not to tell people I was in there, because I wanted them to be surprised. Soon I was alone again, and within minutes I heard the bell sound. The door opened, and another businessman stepped in, sliding into a seat in the back row. He hadn't noticed me at first due to the darkness and the fact that I was slumped down, but he quickly took notice. And, it didn't take long before his pants opened and he started stroking himself. He then stood and started walking over, and I did my usual thing where I just held up my hand and said he could only watch. By then, the bell dinged a couple more times, and within ten minutes I had three men standing near me, stroking and asking me questions in their broken English. I also realized that next time I would bring a towel or something so I could lay down like I did for Andrea, because it allowed me to expose myself to the fullest, plus when I laid back like that, my average breasts didn't appear so small. Anyway, soon the first man asked if he could cum on me, but again I could see that I had to train a new batch of men (just kidding), and said no, I would just watch him. It was very funny later on in a year or so when I had sex for the first time- I told my boyfriend that I had never touched a cock before, but I didn't tell him I had seen probably a hundred cocks cum within a few feet of me. Some secrets are best kept inside. By the middle of the afternoon, after my next orgasm, I dressed in the lobby in front of Andrea and another customer, and told her I would be back tomorrow. I also stopped at Renate's store and thanked her, and told her I would like her to take me there again. I could of course go alone, but I had another reason that I wanted her to take me there. Showing Myself Ch. 03 Exploring another place. Thank you for the comments. Some people gave suggestions for the story, but you have to remember I am just writing what happened, not a piece of fiction. If I'm not sexy enough, then look elsewhere. :) Also, some people asked how I am now and what I do to satisfy my cravings. As I mentioned, I am just a regular person, but I still need to satisfy myself several times a day. I do this alone or have my husband take care of me, and I take care of him whenever he asks. Sometimes if we are not having real sex, I perform oral on him, or just stroke him while we watch tv, or ask him to masturbate for me. Or sometimes I'll just lean against the countertop in the kitchen while he is having coffee in the morning, and masturbate casually while talking. Sometimes he films me or us (he has dozens of movies), but I think I like it more than he does. :) He knows how I am and doesn't complain. Anyway, as the summer wound down, I would alternate between Renate's store and Andrea's theater. Not only did I enjoy the erotic play, but I truly liked them both. And, I know Andrea liked me more than a friend, and even though I would not get physical with her, I didn't mind when we would greet with a warm hug and she would maybe pull me a little closer or let her hands linger a little longer than two girlfriends normally would. Having had kind of a sheltered, innocent life before, she was the first lesbian I had ever known, and it sometimes made me tingly to know she was looking at me sexually when I approached. It's different from the way men look at me, but I can't explain it. And the nicest thing about Andrea and Renate is that they fully understood and indulged me, and above all protected me. Although people are more easy going in Europe, I have no doubts at all that they would know how to deal with anyone who threatened or bothered me. I can't describe the feeling of knowing I could do what I did without worrying about a thing. I went to each place for different reasons. At Renate's, I would go just for the pure lust of men watching me while I teased them. Often I would just masturbate while watching the screen as though I was the only one in the theater, knowing they were staring. Other times, I encouraged them to stand as a group and focus on me as I watched them orgasm. I knew I had the power, and I really enjoyed it. If you only knew how many orgasms I had there! I also discovered a way to make myself able to orgasm several times. When I arrived, I would often undress in Renate's shop and go into the theater completely naked while Renate kept my clothes downstairs. That way, after I teased myself to an orgasm, I wouldn't immediately have the nerve to walk down through the lobby again. But by the time I calmed down, I didn't want to leave anymore and would start masturbating again. Sometimes I spent all afternoon like this, with each orgasm being more intense than the previous. At Andrea's, I went for different excitement. Although in two summers I never saw another woman at Renate's, I saw many at Andrea's. Obviously some were her friends (I would tell you about them, but this story is about me :) ), but many male-female couples came there too. Renate's was more for the business man who was coming in at lunchtime, whereas Andrea's was more of an erotic getaway, as she explained it. One day, Andrea said she wanted to show me a different place, and that I should wait for her at a little coffee house nearby while she arranged for someone to cover for her. After we met, we walked to another adult place across the street, and although by then I had considered myself an expert at exhibitionism and voyeurism, I didn't expect this. It was a large building that had a large theater on the top floor, a smaller theater on the second, and a stage with booths on the first. She wanted to show me around, and we first went to the large theater. The lobby was all red velvet and very nice. In the theater, at the front of the screen, there was kind of a stage where a stripper would come out between movies and perform for a few minutes, and there were perhaps one hundred seats. On the second floor, there was another small theater, similar to the small theater Andrea had. On the first floor, it was something new, at least to me. There was a round room, surrounded by small booths with windows, and inside the room was a rotating platform where nude women would show themselves to the men. The men put money in the slots, and the window would open for a little while. Andrea told me that although she would love to keep me all to herself, she knew I could have fun here. She introduced me to the manager, and they spoke for a while. She then told me that she had explained everything about me to him, and that he should let me indulge myself. She explained that his place is a little different, in that he has girls working there and they might resent a pretty young girl coming in to play for free, but Andrea told him I was very nice and would make sure I wasn't a bother. The first thing we did was go into the back room where the girls were waiting to take their turn on that rotating platform. They were of different ages, and all were quite attractive. The younger ones spoke English, and I told them I just wanted to see how it worked. She said bluntly, "It's easy. We go in, take our clothes off, spread our legs, and the men masturbate." They took turns all day, spending about five minutes out there each time. Andrea told me I could watch from the little entryway to the stage and see exactly what they meant. She also smiled and said she doubted she could ever get me out of there again after I saw. At first the girls were afraid that I was going to be an additional girl, which would mean they would make less money, but I assured them I had no interest in money. We went over, and it was exactly how they described it- a girl was on her knees, rubbing her breasts, and there were several windows open with men obviously masturbating as she revolved around. Oh, how I envied her! I asked Andrea if the girls also liked doing this, and she laughed and said for the most part they were very bored. It was just a job for them, whereas I did it for the sexual excitement. An announcement came up on the speaker that I didn't understand, but I soon saw it meant that the girls were switching, and the girl that was on the platform stood and put on her robe as another girl entered. The new girl dropped her robe, laid down, and spread her legs. Immediately windows started opening, since the men were waiting for a new girl. Honestly, I was so wet, and I told Andrea as much. She said she knew me better than I knew myself, which is why she brought me here. We went back in where the girls were, and she told them something in German, and they kind of nodded and shook their shoulders in agreement. She explained that she had just told them that I was a very wild exhibitionist (gee, thanks Andrea!), and would gladly take the place of any girl that wanted to have a break, and that I wanted no money. She also said she would tell this to the manager to make sure it was ok, and also to tell him to warn me if any Americans came in, although that was unlikely during the day. I told her that I really liked the idea, but that these girls were so beautiful and the men paying money would be disappointed in me. Andrea laughed and said I had no idea how sensual I was. We agreed that I would come back the next day and spend some time with the girls and I could do what felt comfortable. We then went back to the big theater on the top floor. In the lobby there was a real bar, and Andrea talked to the bartender, and she introduced him to me. By now I knew she had just told him all about me (can you imagine that in a regular setting? "Oh, this is Jennifer, she has a strong exhibitionism fetish and thrives on public masturbation"), and we walked into the theater for a peek. We had timed it right, because the movie was just ending. As usual, the lights came on a little bit, and the men waited. Then, the music came on and a nude dancer strolled in, walking back and forth across the stage. Andrea and I were sitting in the front row, and the dancer noticed us and raised her eyebrows and smiled. Andrea asked me, "Do you see the difference between you and her?", and I immediately knew what she meant. This girl wasn't feeling the lust I did, and it showed. She was just acting, and although I'm sure the men liked looking at her, it was nothing like looking at me. Already I was planning a trip up here if Andrea would come with me. She had to get back to her place, so we left, agreeing that we could come back tomorrow. The next day, Andrea once again brought over to the new place. The first thing I wanted to do was go back to that theater on the top floor. Because I had never played there before and it was a man running it, I asked Andrea to stay me for a while if she could. She agreed, she had some words with the bartender, and we walked in. I chose to sit in the back row so I could get used to it, and we settled in our seats while the men's eyes followed us through the room. Once my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I saw that there were at least 25 men scattered through the theater. Some were masturbating, but the rest were just there to see the stripper at intermission I think. Again, the people who came here came for a different reason than at Renate's or Andrea's, and the good thing is that everyone would be new and few would recognize me. Just the thought that I would soon be looking at the surprised looks of the men made me so wet. I turned towards Andrea, stood, and pulled my dress over my head, telling her I felt warm. The bra and panties soon followed, and Andrea tucked my things in her bag. By now, three or four men had noticed me, and their eyes latched onto the naked woman whispering to her female friend, probably wondering what was up. Andrea then said something that nearly made me orgasm right there- she said, "I have to go back now. I'll take your clothes with me and come back later, and I'll tell the dancer to expect to see a beautiful woman sitting in the front row waiting for her." Before I could say anything, she stood and walked away, taking my clothes with her, smiling. So here I was, in a new place I had never been before, completely nude except for my sandals, sitting among a large group of men. I started my routine of sliding down into my seat and spreading my ankles apart so I would be exposed, and let the tips of my fingers start to explore. I stared straight at the screen, occasionally glancing around to see one man after another gradually notice me until nearly all were either staring or regularly looking to see what I was doing. I can only say that this is one of the most exciting times I had had so far, and I knew that I wanted one strong orgasm right away. I put my feet up on the seats in front of me, and let my hand slide briskly through my wetness. This time I wasn't interested in teasing myself, and I think it was because Andrea had taken my clothing and I had no place to go anyway. If I still wasn't so unsure about this place, I would have gone down to the front and displayed myself to everyone, but instead I stayed where I was, with one hand flailing wildly and the other pinching one of my nipples. Finally I felt it coming on, and my body shuddered over and over. I had had fantastic orgasms before, but that was one of the best. I put my feet back down, and I could see that many more men now were masturbating, not even trying to hide it. One came over to sit near me, but just like the other places, all I had to do was wave him off. I leaned back and just ran my hands over my body a little bit, and kind of wished Andrea hadn't left. But shortly the urge set in again, and I stood, and strolled down to the front, with eyes all over me. I found a seat right in the middle of the front row, and just sat there twirling the brown hair between my legs. Another man came towards me and I told him in English that he can only watch me. He spoke perfect English and said ok, but asked if it would be ok if he sat a few seats away and pleasured himself. I told him I love it when men do that, and he can tell the others what the limits are if he wants. Soon I was surrounded by about a dozen men that were sitting on either side of me and behind me, most of them masturbating, until the credits came on for the movie which signaled that the dancer would be coming out soon. The men quickly zipped up, as though they were afraid of being caught, but I had no idea who would even care what happened in there. As the lights came on and the music started, the dancer strolled in. She saw me surrounded by all of those men, and said, "Ahh, you are the girl I was told about. It looks like you have made some friends", and laughed. I told her, "Yes, it seems they like me. Do you mind that I sit here like this?" She replied that she didn't mind at all, and it's a nice change. She started moving her hips and rubbing her body just like I always did, but she didn't masturbate. I suppose that would be against the rules, plus this was her job. But that didn't stop me, as I was excited watching another woman show off without the men being allowed to touch. I let my finger slide gently through my wet lips, and then brought them to my other lips to taste myself. I asked if it would be ok if the men satisfied themselves too, and she said something in German which caused at least ten of them to stand and pull their cocks out. It was just so amazing and funny how much power two young women could have! I told her to tell them they weren't allowed to orgasm yet, because I had some things I wanted to do first. She explained it to them, and they all smiled and nodded. The music ended, and the woman came over and told me to have fun, and left. After a few minutes, the movie started again, and true to my word, I wanted to give the men something to see. Honestly, I had never been so aggressive before, but this time it felt right. I stood, turned my back to the screen, and sat down on the walkway that the dancer used. It was about three feet high, giving everyone a good view. Raising my knees, I laid back, continuing to masturbate. I told the one that spoke English to tell everyone that they could come closer as long as they didn't touch or cum on me. Soon, there was a group huddled around me, most of them with their hands sliding back and forth over their cocks. True to their word, they behaved and orgasmed one by one. By this time, although I had seen so many cocks and so many orgasms over the last couple of months, I was still amazed at how they were all so different. Some cocks were small but produced a lot of cum, and some were very large and produced just a little. But they all seemed happy when they were done. By now I had been there over two hours, and I looked up to see Andrea walking in. She said, "Well, I see you have made yourself comfortable", and sat down in the front row too. Immediately the men started asking her questions, and she then told me they were asking if she and I were going to play together, but she told them as much as she wishes that would happen, I just like to play by myself. I devilishly told her she could show herself too, but she said she had no interest in men looking at her. I told her I was ready to leave anytime, since I wanted to relax at her theater for a while. I just pulled by dress over my head without the bra and panties, and we left together, waving to the smiling bartender in the lobby. It was only a short walk across the street, but it still felt exciting to be walking out in public with just a thin layer of cotton between me and the eyes of the men glancing at us. In fact, it made me so excited that I pulled the dress off the moment I walked through the door to Andrea's lobby, not even caring anymore. Of course, it never occurred to me that she couldn't just leave her theater alone, and a friend of hers I had never met before was standing at the counter watching over things as we strolled in. It's kind of funny though, after so many times masturbating in full view of crowds of people, being naked in a more normal setting where I was to be introduced to a new friend was more embarrassing. But Anja, Andrea's friend, said she was pleased to meet me and said I wasn't half as strange as a lot of people who came in. In a way, I was glad to hear that because I didn't really think I was kinky, although I can imagine some people would think so. It turned out that she had studied in England and spoke perfect English, and was also a lesbian like Andrea, but they were never lovers. Anja and I took seats in the little lobby, and we talked about where I had traveled, what I liked to do in my spare time, and other normal things. Of course, I was still nude, but by then it was so natural for me and I appeared fully at ease, but on the inside I was still so excited knowing that she was glancing at my curves and soft skin. I asked her about what kind of kinky things she has seen, and she laughed and said it wouldn't interest me at all and anything I would enjoy would happen in good time. She then asked if I ever was in a threesome, and I told her the closest I had come was in the theater with that couple a few weeks ago, and that I actually had never even been touched by any person, ever. She then told me to come back on Friday, and I would be able to see someone really kinky. I told her I never come at night, but she said it would happen in the early afternoon. She wouldn't tell me what to expect, but did say she wouldn't be surprised if I was excited by it. I said I would be there, but then something else occurred to me- I turned to Andrea and said, "You know that couple I met here? She said I could call her and she would help me buy some new clothes, something sexy like she had. I feel so boring, and would like to wear something new on Friday. She said you have her number?" She laughed and replied, "Oh, and once you call, what will you say to her? Monika doesn't speak English very well, you know." So, I had Andrea call her then and there, and I arranged to meet Monika in two days, on a Thursday. By then I was deciding what to do with the rest of the day. Although I had already masturbated several times, the visit across the street really had me worked up. You probably know by now that I had (and have) a ferocious sexual appetite, and it was normal for me to masturbate when I awoke, showered, went to bed, or just went to my room to read. You would think I would be the type of girl that also was very promiscuous, but as I said, I was still a virgin at the time. But no one could masturbate better than me. :) So, I asked Andrea if anyone was in the theater. She looked through the viewing hole where the projector was, and said there was one younger man, about 20 years old, sitting in the middle. I asked if he was stroking himself, and she said she thought so. I didn't want to shock him, so I slipped my dress on again, and walked in the theater, pretending that it was too dark to see anyone. I strolled down to the same row he was in and sat three seats away, not looking at him. His hands were very still, folded across his lap, obviously hiding his open pants. I could see him glance over to me from the corner of my eye, and I reached up and unbuttoned the top button of my dress and slid my hand in to fondle my breast. I then looked toward him and acted shocked, saying "Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't see you! Wait, do you speak English?" He was nervous, but nodded his head, saying, "Yes, a little". I told him he could sit beside me if he didn't touch me, and he slid over. His pants were open, but he was no longer hard, but that would change. I told him that I just came there to visit my friend in the lobby, and that I came in the theater sometimes just to relax. He said he did the same, so I asked him if he ever masturbates there. He nodded, and I told him I did too, and asked if he would mind if I did it right now. I don't think he could believe his luck, and he of course nodded that I could. I stood and pulled my dress off once again, leaving myself completely naked, and told him I would place my clothes down at the front out of the way. I walked down the aisle and back again, and sat next to him. I placed my hands under my breasts, pushing them up, squeezing my nipples. I told him that if I was nude, then he had to undress also. He seemed very hesitant, so I told him that I would ask my friend if it was ok, but he said, "No, don't tell her, I'll do it". He peeled off his clothes, and placed them next to his chair. By then I was really in the mood to tease, so I said, "No, take them down front where mine are. If someone comes in, I don't want to have you getting dressed while I'm naked here all alone". He did as he was told, and then came back and sat next to me. I told him again that he couldn't touch me, and he was ok with that. I told him to take his cock in his hand and make it hard, and he started stroking it. I spread my legs apart and started feeling myself, and I could see his cock growing harder and larger. I asked him if he minded if I told him what to do, and he shook his head, saying he didn't mind. I said, "Ok, then you will stop stroking when I tell you to. I want you to enjoy this as long as I do". I don't think he quite understood, but after a couple of minutes I told him to stop, and to take his hand off himself. I slid further down in the seat, lifting my lower half off the seat slightly as my fingers slid back and forth through my wetness. I then told him to start again, but that he couldn't cum until I told him he could. After a couple of minutes more, I told him to stop again. This time he moaned, clutching the arms of the seat. I brought my wet fingers to my lips as he watched, and his hard cock pulsed up and down waiting for more attention. I then told him to stand in front of me, and to start stroking while watching me, and if he did exactly as I said, maybe I would let him give me instructions too. He stood and started stroking, but much too fast. I didn't want him to cum yet, so I said, "No, much slower. Bring your hand way back, stop, and then way forward again. Very slowly. I'll do the same." I let my fingers slid back and forth over myself, also slowly. I seemed in control on the outside, but I was beside myself in lust on the inside. So, I asked him, "Is there anything that you want me to do? Remember, I won't touch you and you won't touch me." He asked if he could kneel down and look closer, and I nodded. He knelt down, and then asked me to rest my legs on the arms of the seats to expose myself even more. I did as he told, and he then asked me to slide my fingers deep inside. I usually don't do that, preferring to stimulate myself on the outside, but he had been so good that I wanted to please him. So I pushed two fingers inside, moving them in and out, asking him if he wished that was him sliding in and out. I heard talking in the lobby, and I told him "Someone will be coming in, but pretend we are still alone. Andrea knows me well and doesn't care. Whoever comes in may want to watch, and that's ok, but ignore them. If you do this, then we can meet here again sometime." What could he do but just nod in agreement? We continued as we were doing, and the door creaked open, letting some light from the lobby seep in. He stayed on his knees, slowly moving his hand back and forth, watching my hand pleasure myself. Neither of us looked at the visitor, but we heard him pull a seat down some rows behind us, trying not to make a sound. I told my new friend to sit beside me again and slide down in the seat like me. Again, I cautioned him to stroke only very slowly, and to make his cock stand straight and hard for me. I asked him all kinds of questions, like if he masturbates often, where and when, if he has ever met anyone like me, if he is having fun, and things like that. I was also making him start and stop, as it made me excited to see his cock standing straight up, pulsing back and forth while begging for release. I knew we both wanted to cum soon, so I asked him if he usually produced a lot of semen. He said that sometimes he did, and I told him that I was sure he would produce a lot this time. I also said I'm sure he would love to stand in front of me and cum on me, but not this time. Instead, I told him I wanted to see it spray on his bare chest, and I would masturbate and cum at the same time. And, he was now allowed to stroke any way he wanted to make himself cum. He started stroking harder, and I told him to tell me when he was close. He nodded, and within ten seconds he said "Now!", and his hand stopped. His cum erupted over and over, even hitting himself on his cheek, his cock pulsing each time. My hand started flailing away as well, and within seconds my nipples grew hard and I was shuddering in an explosive orgasm for about the fourth time that day! As we calmed down, he seemed a little unsure about what just happened. I told him if I was his girlfriend, I would be licking his cheek right now, but that he would have to take care of it himself this time. He stood, with his cum running in little streams down his chest and belly, and I told him to follow me. Not saying a word, he followed me to the door, but hesitated when he saw that I was going to walk into the lobby. I grabbed his hand and pulled him and said, "Come on. It's ok." I saw Andrea and told her that he did a very good job but needed to clean up. She said something to him and he walked to the men's room, and then she told me that she had just told him that he was one of the very lucky ones. I smiled and went back into the theater, pulling my dress back on. By the time he came from the restroom, I was leaving the theater and I told him that we would surely meet again, and thank you. I took my bra and panties from Andrea and put them in my bag, excited to be riding the tram home in such a state. I will close this for now, and if you like, I'll continue it with the final part.

Surprise Vacation by N1ckDan9er Surprise Vacation Ch. 01 Couple on vacation, wife learns to let her Naughty side out. "Hello?" "Hi there, sweety; I have a surprise for you." "What is it"? "Well, it's a surprise, and if I tell you, it wouldn't be a surprise, would it." "You know; it drives me crazy until I know what it is." "I sure do, so I will send you some clues." "I hate you, Ha Ha." "Ya, I know; see you later." "You know, I won't be able to work now." "I will send the first clue in a few. By." What kind of surprise could Tim have, I thought? OK, Kim, get back to work. I told myself. I tried to concentrate on work, but Tim's surprise kept seeping back into my head. Buzz, I looked at my phone, and there was a picture of a car. Where getting a new car? I thought, no, we would make that decision together. But what could it mean? I put the phone down and went back to work. I little while later. Buzz, I looked at the phone, and now there was a picture of a gas station. OK, we must be going somewhere, but where? Next came, there was a picture of an airport. We must be going to fly. Next came a picture of snow with a red X across it. Well, I guess we aren't going to someplace with snow, I thought to myself. The rest of the day went on like that, a picture of a calendar with ten days circled. A picture of 2 small suitcases. A picture of a sunny day, and finally a picture of a seashell. Great, that still does not tell me where we are going, only that we will be flying to a sunny place that has seashells. I was done with work, so I headed home. Tim was not home yet, so I texted him when would he be home? Buzz, I have to pick up something, I will be late. I text back; I can't wait to find out what my surprise is. Tim text back, you haven't figured it out yet? I sent him a text, No. Text back, "Good! See you soon." There were no more texts. I sat on the couch, thinking of where we might be going. The suspense was getting to me. Just then, Tim walked in with a bouquet of flowers, a bottle of wine, and a shopping bag. "Oh, are those flowers for me?" "No, they are for my other wife! Of course, there for you." "I love it when you bring me flowers. Wine too, what's the occasion?" "No occasion, I just thought you might like some flowers." "What's in the bag?" "Something for you, You'll find out, but just not today." Tim then took the bag upstairs. As I was putting the flowers in a vase, Tim walked in. I walked over, wrapped my arms around him, and gave him a big kiss. "I love you." "I love you too." "Now, what is the surprise?" "I'm not sure if I want to tell you yet; I don't think you have suffered enough." "Come on. Please tell me." "OK, another clue, you won't need a lot of clothes." "Will I need my bathing suit?" "Only if you don't want to go naked." "OK, we are going to a Caribbean island, right?" "Yes, but that's all I'm going to tell you, the rest you have to wait and see." I could not believe it. I was so happy that Tim planned a trip. With my arms still around him, I looked up and gave him a very passionate kiss. I moved my hands down to his rear and gave it a big squeeze. He slid his hands down to the bottom of my dress. His left hand raised the hem to my waist, and then the right slid under my panties. Without hesitation, he had two fingers between my legs and was caressing my love button. He was so quick I didn't have time to object, nor did I want to. We hadn't had much sexual contact in the past month, with work, family visiting, entertaining friends and family. We just didn't have time for ourselves. I moved my legs further apart to allow him better access. He continued to slide his fingers up and down my outer labia lips, causing me to be become extremely wet. "Oh, that feels good." Tim then pushed two fingers deep into my womanhood. Then he used his thumb to rub my clitoris, "Ya, that's it." "Hold on. Stop just a minute!" I broke away from our embrace; Tim looked at me puzzled. Looking straight into his eyes, not breaking contact, I stepped back against the counter. Still looking into his eyes, I gave him a little striptease by slowly unbuttoning my blouse, letting it drape open so he can see my black lace bra. Very seductively, I lowering one shoulder so the fabric could slide off my shoulder, then the other. The blouse then floated to the floor, I turn so my back was to him. I reached behind my back, unclasp the sheer black bra, letting the straps fall off my shoulders. I then turned back around, facing Tim, holding the cups of the bra one in each hand. I release my grasp of one of the cups, then the other. The bra slid down to the ground, still holding my breast in each hand, not exposing them. I gently squeezed them," Mmmmm, that feels good." I moved my hands lower, cupping my breast, fingers around the underside, and thumb above my nipples. Pushing my breast out toward Tim." Would you like a lick?" As he moved closer, I pull back, resending my offer." In the same tease way, Tim worked earlier. "I don't think so. Maybe you will just have to wait and see". I laughed. "That was cruel." "I know, but I couldn't resist. Now, where was I". Turning my back to him, I reached down, undid the clasp to my dress; shaking my hips, the dress slipped off and fell to the ground. Next, I hooked my panties around both thumbs. I pushed them to my knees, bending at the waist. They fell to the floor, still bent over. I stepped out of them and spread my legs wide. I look between my legs to see Tim staring at my shaved pussy. Tim saw me looking at him. With a wicked grin, I put my left hand on the counter to keep myself steady, reached between my legs with my right hand; then I rubbed the outer portion of my labia, slowly letting one finger disappear between my moist lips, then the second. Moving my fingers in a circular motion, I slowly spread them a part, exposing the inner lips. I could feel a cool breeze across my moist inner lips; In a naughty moment, I pushed one finger, then two deep into my pussy, "Ou, that nice. I look to see Tim had removed his pants and was stroking his hard member. Then I stood up, turn to Tim, brought my fingers to my mouth, and began to suck on them. After I made sure I had cleaned all my juices off my fingers, I asked Tim. "Did you like your show"? "You know I did." Tim removed the rest of his clothes. We were both standing there naked, in our kitchen with the lights on. If anyone happened by, they could have easily seen us. But I couldn't have cared less. I was horny and needed to be satisfied. Tim moved closer, put his hands on my waist, gave me a deep kiss. I looked into his eyes, I saw what I wanted, what I needed, lust. Without warning, he tightened his hold on my hips and almost threw me up and on the counter. As quick as a panther, he pushed apart my legs, got down on his knees, and had his head between my legs, licking my labia. Sliding his tongue deep inside, he moved his right hand up and was probing my vaginal opening, replacing his tongue with fingers. I felt him push one finger deep inside me when another, his thumb, found my clitoris. "Oh, ya, that's it, right there," He was doing all the right things. I grabbed his head and pulled it tight between my legs as an orgasm hit me. "Oooouuuu, Oh, My. That was good." Tim did not stop; his tung kept working my wet pussy. I usually become very sensitive and need to recover a few moments, But Tim would not give me that chance. I felt another finger pushing deep in me. "Oh." Then Tim started to lick my anus. He has never done that before; I have never let him. But he had taken control of my body, and I was not going to stop him, nor did I want to. I felt another orgasm. "Oh, Uhhh, mmmm, I, am, Having." Just then, he shoved a finger in my ass. The orgasm hit me. "OH, My, God, Oh, My, God. My body took charge of my mind; I clamped my legs together, not allowing Tim to stop licking me. My head was thrashing back and forth; my eyes rolled back into my head. Finally, my body released its hold and came down from the orgasm. There I was, laid out on the counter, legs wide, my swollen pussy spread open. Tim stood up with his hard ridged dick in hand pointed at my pussy. Before I had a chance to say anything, he had his dick, balls deep, pounding me. I couldn't believe it, I had already had 3 orgasms, but my body wanted more, "That's it, give it to me, Harder, Harder." We were deep in lust and were not going to stop till our needs were met. Tim must have kept thrusting for 15 minutes until he pulled out and shot his load over my pussy and stomach, then we collapse. The following day as I laid in bed, I thought of how my body had betrayed me; I have never allowed Tim to do any anal play because I have always been scared it would be painful, things happen so fast, I didn't have time to think about it. I had been scared for nothing and regretted the lost pleasures I would have had if not for my fear. For the next 2 weeks, I tried to find out more about where we were going. But Tim would not budge. "Honey, I need to know what to pack. Can you tell me more about where we were going?" "don't worry about it; I will do the packing for the both of us." I know, but maybe there are some special things I would like to bring." "I got it, don't worry." I finally gave in and let him do the whole thing. The night before the trip, I gave it one last go, "Sweety, Do I need to pack a toothbrush?" "sure, you can pack one" Sweety do I need to pack an evening gown?" "If you need one, I have packed it for you." "OK, I will not ask anymore; just tell me when we get there." The next morning the flight was an early one; we left the house at 4:00 AM. We finally arrived at the airport terminal, checked in, and found a seat in the waiting area. I must have been a little more tired than I thought because the next thing I knew was Tim rubbing my arm." Kim, it's time to board the plane." "Oh, did I dose off?" "Yes, we better get in line." We collected our carry-on bags, headed towards the gate, gave the attendance our passes, and then down the gangplank to the airplane. The flight wasn't too crowded, so we found our seats quickly. We settled in for the two-and-a-half-hour flight. Tim looked over at me and said, "I hope you like this; I did look around to find something that we would both like." "I'm sure it'll be fine; I love that you planned it." "I've got a little surprise for you, and I'll show it to you when we get to the hotel." "Another surprise!" Just then, the stewardess started doing their usual routine of explaining how to evacuate and where the life jackets were. As they explained the safety precautions, I rested my head on Tim's shoulder and dozed off. Tim looked over at me, smiled, "I love you," he said, "I love you too." The next thing I knew, Tim is nudging me, "Kim, we are coming in for the landing; look out the window; there is the island." We grabbed our bags and headed out. "How are we getting to the hotel?" "The hotel is sending a taxi to pick us up; there it is." I looked over to see an older man holding up a sign with our last name on it. We walked up to him," Ola." Tim said. "Ola, senor Mason?" "Si'." "Did you have a good flight?" the driver asked. "Very nice, thank you, about; how far is the Hotel?" "About 20 minutes." "That's great." We got in the car headed off. The drive through the mountains was beautiful; the Scenery was lush and tropical. We pulled up to a quaint little open-air hotel. "Tim, this is beautiful; how did you find this?" "I looked hard and wide on the internet." The driver took our luggage out of the trunk and set it on the curb. Just as the receptionist walked up with 2 tropical drinks, handing them to Tim and myself. "Buenos Dias Senor Tim and senora Kim, my name is Miranda; I hope you had a pleasant flight." "It was very nice," I said, looking at Tim with a smile. We proceeded to check in. When completing the hotel check-in, Miranda gave us directions to our bungalow. We open the door; "oh, my, god, Tim, I can't believe this view." We looked out over the sparsely inhabited beach from our private sun deck, the turquoise blue water of the Lagoon beyond. "Tim, it's still early; why don't we get changed and go to the beach. I want to swim in the water." "That sounds like a great idea. I can't wait to get my toes in that warm sand." "Which bag is mine?" "That one." He pointed. I looked in the bag for a bathing suit. "Tim, did you bring my suits?" "I got you some new ones." As I pulled out three suits, "You mean these." "Yes, those are the ones." I held up the first one; a yellow one-piece; it was hard to make out how the suit worked, but it looked cute," I set it down and picked up the second one, it was a white one-piece, the material was very sheer, it rode high on the hips and barely covered my derriere. "Tim, this bathing suit looks like if it gets wet, it could become transparent." "That's the idea. Remember you said we're going to be a little more daring." The third suit was a turquoise two-piece; on the label said, Wicked Weasel. The top had strings to two tiny triangles that barely covered my areolas, then tied in the back. The bottom had less material than the top, a patch of fabric that did little to hide the vaginal area with two strings tied in the back. "OK, I'm going to try out the yellow suit just for you because I know you like it." "I appreciate it; thank you, I love you, babe." I went into the bathroom to put it on. It took a little time to figure out, finally getting it on. I looked at myself in the mirror. The material started at the shoulder, traveled across my breasts, then crisscross under my breast, creating a very deep V that showed of my cleavage. The sides were open, exposing the side of my breasts. The straps continued high over my hips, then meeting together again haft way down the cleft of my butt. It didn't cover much; both my cheeks were hanging out. It continued over my crotch, barely covering it, then up the front, separating just above the top of my labia, to finally meet back at the shoulders. I looked at myself in the mirror and realized that some of my pubic hairs were poking out from the bathing suit. "I need to fix this, Tim; I'm going to be a few minutes; why don't you go get a couple of cocktails, towels, and I'll meet you down at the beach." "Take all the time you need." I peeled off the bathing suit, run some hot water in the sink, a razor, and lathered myself. I started shaving my pubic hair so as not to poke out from the suit; then I had a devilish little thought, I might as well just shave it all off since we're going to be daring. I finished shaving, looked in the mirror. "Kim, You look hot and sexy. My hand moved down to my slick, smooth mound, then slowly slid one finger along my slit. Then sliding it deeper in and began to rub my clit with my thumb. "Mmmm, that's nice," I felt wet and definitely aroused. "Stop; I can't do this right now. I need to get out to Tim." I put the bathing suit back on, looked at myself in the mirror, and was pleased with the way I looked, with a wicked grin. "Why not, one last thing," I said to myself. Then i pulled the suit up tight around my mound, creating a camel toe. "I don't think I'm even going to wear a wrap," I grabbed the key to the room and headed off to the beach. When I got to the lobby, I felt a little apprehensive about walking through, but what the hell, I thought. I got stares from many of the men and some women. The women's looks were mixed. Some had a look, of how dare you to wear that in front of my husband, don't you have no shame. The other women secretly wished they could do what I was doing. But I defiantly felt good that I could turn heads. I got to the beach, looked around and saw Tim. He was sitting in a chair under an umbrella not too far away with a cocktail. As I was walking toward him, he looked over and saw me, "I was starting to worry about you. Now seeing that suit on you, I know I should have been worried. You look so hot and sexy. "You didn't have to worry, but you'll be happy; why it took so long." With that, I pulled the crotch aside for just a brief second. "Wait a minute, that was too fast; I didn't see anything." So I did it again; this time I pulled it aside with one hand, and with the other, I slid a finger between my labia lips, put the material back, then put my finger it in my mouth and licked it. "was that long for you? Did you get a good look? "Wow, that is sexy; you are beautiful; I love you so much, Kim." "I love you too. I did it for both of us; it makes me feel really sexy." I sat down next to Tim just as the Cabana Boy walked over with two drinks. "Ola," he said as he handed us our glasses. As I took my glass, I could see him looking down at the gap between my breasts. His eyes continued down, then stopped as he got to the camel toe. I was thrilled to know that this young man, about 32, was looking at me, an older woman. It made me feel powerful. The weather was just right, the beach was perfect, and the water was crystal clear. I thought to myself; nothing could be better, sitting on this beach with my husband. The first drink went down so quick; I needed another; I looked around for the Cabana boy to order one. He saw me and was by my side in an instant. Not taking his eyes off of me. "Yes, mam, would you like another drink?" "Yes, please," Tim said. He left for the bar. Being a slight bit buzzed from the first drink. I thought I'd give him more to see. I spread my legs to provide him a better view of my camel toed pussy. He handed Tim his drink. When he came back with the drinks Then he turned to me; He stood there, just looking down between my legs. "Do you like my suit?" He finally looked up and saw me smiling straight at him. Embarrassed, he handed me my drink then walked off. "I think he likes your bathing suit." "I believe he does." "Maybe you should let him see more next time. " "I might just do that." We sat there for a while, looking at the water, and other people. Many people would walk past us as they walked along the beach. Some of the men and even a few women stared as they passed. A couple even stopped and acted like they were looking for seashells, trying to steal a glance between my legs. The more they stared, The sexier I felt; I even opened my legs further, allowing a better view. I was becoming very aroused, having so many people looking at me sexually. I couldn't help it, but my legs seemed to have a mind of their own, spreading themselves apart. I felt my juices starting to flow and seep from my pussy. "I'm hot and going to take a dip. Do you want to join me?" Tim said as he got up. "I'm hot also, in more ways than one." "You sure are," Tim said as he reached down to help me up. Not letting go of my hand, we walked to the water. When we got in the water, Tim turned to me and gave me a deep passionate kiss. "This is a great vacation; He said." I'm so glad that you planned it." "We just got here; there is more to come." We waded in till the water just covered my breast. I turned to Tim, put my hands on his shoulders; with a little jump, I wrapped my legs around his waist and gave him a great big kiss. Tim pulled me tight; I felt the bulge in his suit. "Is that what I think it is." "You bet it is." I leaned forward and, in a soft voice, whispered in Tim's ear, "I am so turned on, I need you to take care of my pussy." "Your wish is my command." I hopped off and stood. Tim didn't waste any time; he slipped his hand down, pulled the crotch away, and inserted two fingers as deep as they could go into my wet pussy. "Oh, My, God, that feels so good. "He then began rubbing my clit with his thumb. His other hand was under the top of the suit, squeezing one of my breasts as he pinched the nipple. "Mmmmmm, Oh, Tim, we need to be careful; someone might see us." "We're on vacation, nobody here knows us, we can be as wild as we want, and nobody will know for the better." I thought to myself, he's right; it's time to go off and let the wild side out. Tim still had his fingers playing with my clit and breast; I whispered in his ears, "if you don't stop that, you're going to have to finish me off." "Sounds good to me," Tim said. I then felt something at the entrance of my pussy. I reach down to felt Tim's cock. He must have slid down his suit without me noticing. I look straight into Tim's eyes, jumped up and lowered myself on his cock, wrapped my legs around his waist, and began to slide up and down on his hard rod. I was so aroused, after only a few strokes, I came. I could see the disappointment in his eyes for not allowing him the same pleasure. "We are just getting started; we don't want to rush the journey," I said. I gave him another kiss; in a teasing voice, I said, "But I'm still hot. We will finish this later". Then I broke apart, walked to our chairs, and sat down. The Cabana Boy came over, looked down at me, and stutter, "Mam, a, can I, do you need, want another drink. His eyes were utterly transfixed on my crotch. I was puzzled why he was looking at my crotch, so I look down. When Tim was fingering me, he pulled the suit aside, and I never pulled it back. My pussy was completely exposed, instead of being embarrassed and covering it. I just looked up at the Cabana Boy and smiled, "do you like what you see?" "Mam, it's so beautiful." He then went to get the drinks. Tim looked over and saw the suit pulled aside and looking at my bare pussy. "Looks like you're letting the naughty side out a little bit." "If you think this is being naughty, you haven't seen anything yet." I left the suit the way it was but closed my legs a little. Anybody that looked hard enough could see the bathing suit pulled aside and my beautiful shaved pussy. The Cabana Boy came back with our drinks, "these are on me." I looked up, smile, and said, "thank you very much," then opened my legs wide enough so he had a clear view. "No, thank you." Then I reach down, slid a finger between my pussy lips, brought it to my mouth, and licked it. "Mam, I have to get back to work, or I may lose my job, but if you need anything, you let me know, and I will be here in an instant. I'll be back to check on you very soon." "Thank you very much; what's your name?" "José." "Jose, thank you very much; we'll see you later." All the while, Tim was just watching the Cabana Boy and me. I looked over at him. "I'm in heat and need to get some relief. You need to fuck me soon, or I will take matters into my own hands and use BOB."I said. "You don't have to say it twice." and headed to our room. As we walked past the bar, I waved to Jose the Cabana Boy; he waved back. After we passed through the lobby and rounded the corner, I stopped, looked over to Tim. "A little bit more of the naughty side of me is going to escape." He looked at me puzzled, and in one quick move, I removed my suit, tossed it to Tim. I was now completely naked except for my flip-flops; I then continued down the path to our bungalow. Tim walked behind me, all the while just watching me. When I got to the room, Tim started acting like he couldn't find the key in the bag; I knew he was doing it deliberately to postpone get in the room, and leaving a chance for anybody to see me. Standing naked on the path outside our door was a big turn-on for me; I never considered myself an exhibitionist, but the thought of someone seeing me was getting me excited and horny. I was completely turned on. As Tim looked for the key, I thought back earlier how I showed the Cabana Boy my bald pussy. I felt the wetness between my legs and looked down to see a trickle running down my inner thighs. Looking around, I saw the same couple from the beach walking towards us, I knew that they could see me, but I just stood there waiting for Tim. He finally opened the door; I rushed in, turned around and gave Tim a passionate kiss, drop to my knees, pulled down his suit. His dick sprung out at me, almost poking me in the eye. I looked up at him, smiled and said, I told you I would make it up to you, then started to lick around his balls, along his shaft working my way up to his head, slowly sliding the head into my mouth a couple of inches. Tim let out a low moan, indicating his approval. I did a few more short strokes; then I grabbed his ass, pulling my head forward, sliding his cock down my throat till my nose touched his pubic hair. Tim had always wanted me to do this, but I was reluctant, worrying about gagging. This time I had a few drinks, was relaxed, and was full of lust. I wanted to give Tim what he really wanted. I continued this for what seemed ever, loving the feeling of control and power. Tim was entirely under my control; I would let his orgasm build, then let it back down a bit, then back up. I did this10 or 12 times. I could tell that his cock was building up and about ready to explode, a few more strokes. "Oh, Babe, I'm going to blow a big one." I pulled forward again, pushing his cock deeper down my throat. I wanted him to cum in my mouth and down my throat. The first blast went straight to my belly; I pull back to catch my breath just in time to catch the second blast in my mouth. The third blast landed on my tits. I got up, gave Tim a big passionate kiss so he could taste his own cum. "I love you so much," Tim said. I looked at him, "I love you too; I hope you enjoyed it, and to be honest, I enjoyed it too; I can't believe all these years I have been scared of gagging. Tim stepped back and collapsed on the bed. "Kim, that was incredible." "So you liked it? "Like, is not even close." "Good, now it's your turn," I have my own needs to be satisfied. I climbed up on the bed, straddled his face, and lowered my sopping pussy over his mouth. "Eat me now." Tim began by slowly sliding his tongue along my outer lips, teasing me. Then ever so slowly, working his tongue a little deeper with each pass until he was deep in my vagina and lapping up my flowing juices. As he worked on my pussy, I started to squeeze one of my breasts with one hand, slowly working toward my nipple. I then began to rolling it between my fingers and squeezing it hard. With the other hand, I rubbed my clit. I thought this is heaven, my tits being played with, my clit being rubbed, and my pussy getting eaten. What could make this better? With a kinky thought. I remembered back a few weeks ago when Tim had slid a finger in my ass and the pleasure it had given me. I moved my hand from my tit to my butt; I slowly circled the outer part of my anus with the tip of my finger. Then I reached over to the bed stand for some lube, squeezing a generous amount into my hand; I then applied it between my ass cheeks. I then return the finger to the place of my desire. A low moan escaped from my lips as the finger slid in a little. I pulled it out, then slid it in up to the second knuckle. That felt so good; I wanted more, so I pulled it almost all the way out, then slid it deeper. Then I began to move it around; as I did, I felt my anus loosening up. I wanted, even more, I pulled the finger out, to only add a second one. I was close to cumming but just couldn't get there. I got off Tim and grabbed a vibrator out of my bag. Return to the bed, got on my hands and knees, ass high. "Tim, I need you to eat my pussy some more." "What are you planning with that?" "I am sure you will enjoy seeing." I then squeezed lube on the vibrator, turn it on, and shoved it deep in my ass. "Oh, My, God, Tim, Eat, Me, Now." Tim quite got back between my legs and started licking my engorged clit; I reached down with my free hand to spread my swollen pussy lips, so he could lick deeper. He was eating my pussy like a little boy licking a lollipop. This drove me crazy; I was in heat, with all the sexual tension from earlier today, Tim eating my pussy like a mad man, and a buzzing vibrator deep in my ass sent me over the top. The first orgasm hit me like a ton of rocks; my pussy began spasming. Then I started cumming and squirting all over Tim's face; he just kept eating me. The vibrator started to slide out of my ass till Tim grabbed it and started to fuck my ass with it. Then the next orgasm hit me so hard; my legs were like jello, I fell over on my side. I was cumming and squirting for what seemed an hour. Tim was still using the vibrator on my ass; he was not going to let me come down from my orgasm. "Tim, pleeeaaase, stoooop, I, cannnn't takkkke, anyyyyy, moooorrrree." The next thing I remember was waking up in each other's arms. Surprise Vacation Ch. 02 Wife continues to let the Naughty Side Out. I woke up; it was dark outside; I could barely make out anything. I looked over to Tim; he was looking at me; he had a great big smile on his face. "Wow, did I blackout?" "You sure did; I have never seen you cum so hard." "I have never cum like that before; my legs still feel weak." "I bet." "What time is it?" "7:30, are you hungry?" "Yes, let's get something to eat." I got up, walked over to my bag, looking for something to wear. I pulled out two dresses along with a couple of blouses and skirts. The 1st dress was a lite blue summer dress with a very low-cut front and an open back. The 2nd dress was an elegant black gown. The skirts were short, along with the blouses. "What have you decided to wear?" Tim asked. "It's not fancy enough for the gown, and I'm not in the mood for skirts, so the summer dress." "Sounds good to me." I held up the lite blue dress to the light and realized that the material was very sheer. I looked in the bag for a pair of panties only to find Tim had just packed thongs. "Tim, didn't you pack any panties for me?" "No, I didn't pack any bras ether." "Why not?" "Cuz, we are on vacation." So I picked out a white sheer lace thong, put it on, and went into the bathroom to fix my hair and make-up. When I was finished, I put the dress on; the front had a very deep V that went all the way to my belly button, the open back went to my waist, and the hem was mid-thigh. I looked at myself in the mirror, "Tim, you can make out the brown part of my breasts through the material and my white thong." "Well, there's not much we can do about seeing your breast, but you can take off the thong, so it's not visible. The restaurant will be dark, and we are on vacation. Besides, you will be the hottest looking woman there." "Ya, your right! We are on vacation." Still looking in the mirror, I pulled up the dress and pulled off the thong. I have always loved the feeling of going commando. Tim walked over, looked at me in the mirror, and said, "Boy, you are getting hotter looking every year," then hugged me, grab my butt, and squeezed. I jumped a little, "I'm hungry, so none of that for now." As we walked to the restaurant, a slight breeze kept lifting the bottom of my dress. I tried to keep it down but eventually gave up. As an older couple walked towards us, just as they were about to pass, a gust of wind lifted my dress. Feeling naughty, I did nothing to conceal myself. Both the husband and wife looked straight at my smooth mount and my puffy labia. They were still swollen from the sex we had earlier. After they passed us, I glanced back. They had stopped and turned around. In an instant, I turned around and pulled up my dress to give them a better view. The wife's mouth fell open in disbelief, the husband started to walk towards me, but his wife grabbed his arm and pulled him back. Tim looked back for a second, "Letting the wild side out again, Kim?" I gave him a smile. The little hotel restaurant wasn't large, with about 18 tables. The hostess told us it would be about 45 -50-minute wait, and we could sit at the bar if we would like. We sat at the bar next to another couple. They looked familiar. Finally, I recognized them from the beach and on the path outside our door. On the beach, they had stopped in front of me and acted like they were looking for a seashell. All the while looking between my legs. While waiting for our drink, the woman turned, asked me, "Are you enjoying your stay?" "Yes, we are." "My name is Kerry, and this is my husband, Herb." "I am Kim, and this is Tim," They were about our age. Herb was about the same height as Tim, 5' 10" but a little heavier and slightly graying hair, well-dressed, nice-looking fellow. Kerry looked like she took care of herself, not athletic, but still in shape with C size breast. She was wearing a white silk blouse and a simple loose skirt; the hem was just above the knee. I could make out that she was wearing a bra, but I was confused that her nipples were clearly visible through her blouse. We started some small talk, where are you are from, what you do, how many children do you have, and stuff like that. I rotated my chair to talk to Kerry more comfortably, now facing away from the bar toward Kerry and Herb. My naughty side began to slip out. My legs opened wider, causing the dress to ride up, Kerry didn't notice, but Herb sure did. He stared straight between my legs, and at my bald pussy. Being so exposed and letting him look up my legs turned me on. I felt a stirring between my legs, and I knew I was getting wet. Kerry looked at Herb to see what had his attention. She saw my legs open, my exposed pussy; then looked up at me. I was not sure if she would be upset with me for exposing myself to her husband. Kerry gave me a smiled, leaned over, whispered in my ear, "You have a beautiful pussy; by the looks of how swollen your lips are, I bet Tim has been working you hard." I whispered back, "He sure has. You're OK with your husband looking at me?" "Kim, I wish I had the courage to be like you." Just then, the hosts came over to let Kerry and Herb know their table was ready and told us it would be another 15 minutes. "If you would like, you can join us at our table? There is more that I would like to talk to you about." Kerry said. "We don't want to inconvenience you." "No, no, we would love to have you join us." As I got up and leaned over, my dress fell open, giving a clear view of my breasts. "Oh, Parden Me" Don't worry about it." Herb said. I then turned and followed the hosts to the table. I sat down, Kerry across from me, Herb next to me, and Tim next to Kerry, kitty-corner from me. The waiter walked up and asked us if we need our drinks refreshed. When he got to me, he kept looking down the front of my dress. So I adjusted myself to give him a better look down the front of the dress, and my exposed breast. He looked up to see me smiling at him, his face turn red, then left. Kerry looked at me with a knowing smile at what I just did. "I need to go to the ladies' room. Would you care to join me, Kim?" "Sure." Once inside the bathroom. Kerry looked at me, "Can I ask you a question? Do you feel comfortable wearing a dress like that in public and that bathing suit this afternoon? But mostly walking naked in public." "You saw that? I'm not usually like this; I promised my husband to be more daring. He wanted me to be riskier this vacation. I am starting to like it and may continue it when we get back home. I love the attention I'm getting, plus it makes me feel empowered, and the effect over men, also it excites me, arouses me, and gets me so horny. The sex Tim and I have been having, Oh My God, has never been better. I'm bet Herb would love to see you exposing yourself." "I admire you, being free enough to wear that dress. Herb has wanted me to be more open and showing myself. I have been concerned and scared, but you have given me the confidence to go ahead and try it." Kerry took off her blouse; underneath was a white shelf bra. It was the type that gave support but left the upper part of her breast exposed. "I hate wearing this thing; it confines and pinches me." She undid the clasp and took off the bra, standing in front of me naked from the waist up. She began to massage her breasts and roll her hard nipples between her forefingers and thumbs, "That feels good." Pinching them hard, "Ouch, that was harder than I intended." She put her blouse back on but only buttoned it haft way up. Her nipples were prominent and pushing the silk material out. "What the hell? If I'm going to do this, I might as well go all the way." Kerry reached under her skirt, pulled her panties down to expose her neatly trimmed blond pussy. She pulled a finger across her pubic mound, "Mum." She then slid her finger between her lips, "Mum, That's good." She let go of the dress, falling back in place. She put the bra and panties in her pocket. She looked in the mirror, reached up, cupped her breast through the blouse, and gave them one last squeeze. "OK, Herb better be prepared for this." We returned to the table, sat down; Herb looked over at his wife smiled as he noticed the change. Kerry took a big breath, looked at Herb, undid 2 more buttons. The silk blouse clung to her breasts until she turned to Tim. Her left breast slipped out and was exposed. I could see she was fighting the urge to cover up herself. She looked over to me. I gave her a big smile to show my support. She seemed to relax and felt at ease. The waiter returned with our drinks; he walked around the table to give each of us the drink. He was standing next to Kerry as he handed the glass to her. From his position, he had a clear view down her blouse. He just stared down at her nipples; they looked to be getting bigger. Kerry seemed uncomfortable but also aroused, looking around, avoiding his stare. She saw me signaling her to look back at him. Finally, she got up the courage and looked at him. She saw the desire in his eyes; that was all it took; Kerry became at ease, even a little bolder, by moving to allow the blouse to open more. He stood there stealing glances down her blouse as we placed our dinner order. He finished taking the order but seemed to be reluctant to go, still looking at Kerry. Kerry loved the attention she was getting from his stares and was sorry to see him head off to the kitchen. We all sat there drinking and talking, then Kerry looked at me, gave me a wicked grin, then undid all but the bottom buttons of her blouse. It fell open to expose the rest of her breasts. The look on Herb's face was priceless, one of amazement and lust. When the waiter returned and saw Kerry, he almost dropped his drink tray. He told us the order was misplaced, apologized for the food taking so long, and offered us a round of complimentary drinks. I was a little buzzed and could tell Kerry was feeling no pain and was completely at ease. I felt something brush against my leg; not thinking much about it, I just figured someone was moving their foot and accidentally bumping me. A few minutes later I felt it again, this time it stayed there against my cafe. I thought it was Tim playing footsie; the foot started its way slowly up my leg to my knee, continuing to the inner side of my thigh. It moved further up my leg. I spread my legs to allow Tim better access to my crotch. I looked over at Tim; he was coy, acting like nothing was going on. The foot worked its way to my pussy. I felt his big toe rubbing me; I was wet with all the night's activities. As he continued to rub me, my juices began to leak out. I look over at him again; he was still acting coy, talking to Herb. By now, his toe was cover with my juices. He slipped down, then up to my engorged clit, then he repeated the motion, teasing me, bringing me to the edge of an orgasm. The food came, but Tim didn't stop. As I was eating my stake, he brought me to the brink of cuming. In a low voice, "Oh, my." The rubbing stop."Is there everything OK?" Tim said. Is everything OK? I thought to myself, you bastard, you know what is wrong. I need to cum, and you're not going to let me. "Are you alright?" Kerry asked with a smile. Fighting back my orgasms, "Yes, This stake is so good." Theorgasm eased down but still was close. We finished dinner when. Tim said, "I have to, go to the men's room," and got up and left. Puzzled, I thought to myself, if Tim just left, then who's foot is between my legs? I looked under the table cloth only to see Kerry's foot; I looked at her; she smiled. Then pushed her toe as deep as she could and began to wiggle it. I had an orgasm right then. We never broke eye contact. She smiled at me till the orgasm finally subsided. Then pulled her foot back and said: "I have to go to the ladies' room, Kim. Would you join me?" Still dazed, "I, um, ya, sure." And got up and followed her. In the ladies' room. "That was so wild; I can't believe I just did that." "I thought it was Tim. If I knew it was you, I would not have let you." "I am sorry, I thought you enjoyed it?" "I did, but I shouldn't. I love Tim. I'm so confused right now." Kerry looked into the mirror, turned towards me, quickly grabbing my head with both of her hands, kissed me. She slipped her tongue down my throat, moving her hand up my dress, trying to get her fingers inside of me. Stunned, I pushed her away, looked her straight in the eye. "I've never had sex with another woman. Kerry interrupted, "Neither have I, but I have thought about it and want to try it with you." Still stunned, "I'm not sure; why don't we go back and finish dinner, and we'll see." As we sat down. Tim looked over at Kerry; she had the biggest grin, "Kerry, you look like you're having a good time." "I am; I'm sitting in this restaurant with my breast exposed, hornier than I have been in years, and if Herb doesn't fuck me soon, I will find someone that will. Also, I just fucked your wife's pussy to an orgasm with my big toe, as you 2 sat next to us." The table went silent. "You all look like a dear in headlights." Tim looked at Kerry, then me, then Herb, "how did we miss that, Herb." Herb, with his mouth still open, finally gathered his composure, looked at me in disbelief. I looked back at him and just nodded. "I guess we better finish this food and get out of here so I can take care of my wife's lust before she finds someone else." We paid up, headed towards the beach; the moonlight shimmered off the water, illuminating the beach and everything on it. Kerry walked ahead; she stopped, turned around. There was a gentle breeze coming off the water; Kerry let the wind push the silk blouse down her arms. Just before it slipped off, she grasped the material with her fingertips. Holding it high in the air, then letting go, the silk material floated away. In the moonlight, I could make out, her reaching behind herself and undid the clasp of her skirt. It fell to her knees, getting hung up. She pulled her legs together to allow the garment to complete it journey. With the moon high above us, we saw her firm breasts and their hard erect nipples poking out. Still, in her wedge sandals, she stepped out of the skirt, spreading her legs wide, picked up the discarded clothing, and then throwing them at Herb. "Take care of these; I won't be needing them anymore tonight. I'm I the only one going to get naked? How about you, Kim?" "What the hell." I pushed the shoulder straps down; as the thin material slid over my stiff nipples, I felt a shiver of pleasure race thru my body, starting at my nipples and continued through my core till it reached my clit, "Ah." I walked over to Tim; his shirt was open, and his dress shorts were around his ankles. He had his semi-hard dick in his hand. I leaned over; with his free hand, he cupped my ass. I whisper in his ear, "The naughty is taking over." I dropped to my knees, reached out, grabbed his hardening cock, put it in my mouth, and gave it a couple of quick sucks. Then got up, ran over to Kerry. She reached out, put her arm around my waist pulling me tight, and kissed me. It was my turn to take control. I slid my tongue down her throat, reached up, and squeezed her breast. I pushed her backward into a lounge chair. She grabbed her ankles, pulled them up tight to her side. She was completely exposed, naked, legs propped wide open, one hand squeezing a tit and the other feverishly working her pussy. In the moonlight, her wetness glimmered. I stood over her, soaking in her naked beauty. Looking up, she said." What have you planned for me." I straddled the chair, leaned down, looked her straight in the eyes. "Here, this is for you." Looking straight into her eyes, I pushed 2 fingers deep into her pussy. She was so wet they went up to the third knuckle. "Oh, Fuck, Is, That all?" " Not on your life!" I curled my fingers up, Pushed them in and out a dozen times, causing her juices to cover my hand. Pulling them out, I moved them to her mouth. "Sucked on them," I commanded. She opened her lips, and I pushed them deep in her mouth. "That's enough," I said. I returned my hand to her pussy; this time, I pushed 4 fingers deep into her. "Yeah, I, need more." I looked over to Tim and Herb; both had their dicks in their hands and stroking away. "Herb, what do you say?" "Give the horny slut what she wants." Looking back down at Kerry, my fingers still inside of her. With lust in her eyes, "Ya, do It, give it to me." I pulled my fingers to the entrance of her cunt, brought all my fingers together. Kerry realized I was going to push my hand in her; she looked up with uncertainty and lust. She grabbed my hand to stop me, then gave me an unsure nod of approval. I pushed my hand up to the knuckle. "Oh, Ya" That's It; give me everything." With that, I shoved my hand deep into her hot pussy, all the way to my wrist. "OHHHHH, ,,,MMMYY, MMUUUUU,,,AUUUUU." "How's that?" She only made incoherent sounds, but I did hear. "More." I looked over at Herb; he was standing next to me. "Well?" "Give it to her!" So I started to fuck her with my hand, sliding it out, to the middle of my fingers, then back in, each time deeper, till I had my hand deep in her pussy, haft way up my arm. I knew Kerry was close to cumming. The muscles of her pussy started to contracting around my hand. She grabbed my hand and pulled it deep as it could go. I thought my hand was deep in her uterus. She began to her orgasm. "OHHHH, MYYY, OHHHH, FUCKKKK, I, AMMMM, CUMMIING," Kerry screamed. I pulled my hand out just as she squirted loads of cum. She covered her legs and the lounge chair. The smell of her sex was strong in the air. I looked over to Tim. "Don't you dare cum; I need to be fucked!" I bent over, placing my hands on the chair next to Kerry's lifeless body. Tim got on his knees in an instant and had his mouth sucking on my swollen clit. "That's it; suck it." Tim reached up with one of his hands, slid 2 fingers in my sopping pussy; using his thumb, he rubbed my clit. "Oh, Yah, that's, the, spot." I was in heat, looking over at Herb; he looked so pathetic, stroking away with no place to put his cock. Kerry was still out of it, so I reached over and grabbed his cock and began stroking it. Kerry began to move; she looked at Herb, pulled my hand away, put his cock in her mouth. She gobbled his cock down her throat like a pro. Her free hand began to massage his balls. "Tim, I need to be fucked, right now." Tim got behind me and slid the head of his cock between my pussy lips. "Tim, I said fuc," before I could finish another word, he shoved his cock far up my wet pussy. "Oh, That's, It," Tim fucked me slow at first, then quickened his pace till he was pounding me. I wanted as much of his cock as I could get; I bucked back against his thrust. I could hear the slapping sound our bodies were making every time he thrust. I looked over to see Herb pumping his cock in and out of Kerry's mount as he face fucked her hard. He was grunting as he pushed his cock, balls deep down her throat. Kerry had 2 fingers up his ass, which was probably the reason for his assault on her mouth. She had 4 fingers deep in her pussy, I could make out the sounds a sloppy pussy makes when it's got something going in and out of it. I was sure this had to be a sight, 4 middle-aged people fucking like animals in the moonlight. So consumed with lust, I didn't notice a couple that had been watching until the woman walked up and stood in front of me. Staring into my eyes, she unbuttoned the front of her floral dress, letting it fall open. Under the dress, she wore a red lace push-up bra and matching Brazilian cut panties. She bent over, placing her hands on the chair. Behind her was a naked man; he lifted her dress high on her back, bent down, pulling her panties down to her ankles, exposing her pussy. He pushed his face deep into the crevice of her round ass to lick her wet pussy. "Ou, Suck it, baby; you know how I like it." He stood up, I could see right between her legs as she reached back to guide the man's large cock into her waiting pussy. Tim was pounding away at my pussy as we watched everyone else fucking. I heard some incoherent sounds, looked around to see Kerry and Herb. Both looked as they were about to cum; Herb had a hand behind Kerry's head, forcing his cock deep in her throat; Kerry had her hand up to her wrist inside herself. Herb pulled his cock out, then slammed it back, letting out a low grown as he did. He did this 3 more times; on the final time, he pulled out and spudded his cum on Kerry's face. She didn't look like she even knew it. She was in the mitts of her own orgasm. I looked over to the other couple. They both had a glazed look on their faces. He was thrusting so hard; he was almost lifting the woman off the ground. She looked up; her eyes were rolled back into her head, mouth partly open with no noises coming out. His thrust became so hard; he was pushing her forward a couple of feet with each thrust. Then pulling her back on his cock, she screamed out something as she came. She fell forward; he grunted and began to cum, shooting loads over her back and butt. "Tim, finish me." Tim thrust harder and deeper than before cumming as he did. I felt his cum shooting deep in my Virginia; I began to cum myself. We all collapse onto the sand. After a few minutes, the other couple got up, said thank you, and left. Kerry and Herb got up and collected their clothes. Kerry came over and gave me a big hug, "Thank you, Kim, this is what Herb and I needed; our sex life has not been very good, and tomorrow I am going out to buy some new clothes and a new bathing suit." Herb and Kerry then walked off, naked and carrying their clothes. "Well, Tim, I think that was a great first day of our vacation, but it's time to get some sleep, unless you want to stay out here and look at the stars?" "That sounds good, but if we do, we'll probably end up having sex again." "That doesn't sound that bad either."

Savannah's Day at Work byKinkVariety© Savannah's Day at Work Ch. 01 Today is the day I will get naked in my work cubicle. My name is Savannah. I am 27 years old, five feet nine inches tall, have long brown hair, green eyes, and a 32C cup. I am in great shape as I regularly exercise. I am very toned and love the olive color of my perfect skin. Overall, I am a pretty normal girl. I like tv/movies, sports, going out with friends, and outdoor activities, but I have a dirty little secret. I love to be naked in places where I might get caught. What helps me in doing this is that I don't wear bras or panties; I don't own a single one of either. I have been doing this since I was 18 and a guy I dated asked me to not wear them when with him. One day he had me burn them all and I never bought one more pair, but that is a story about my submissive side for another time. I loved the feeling so I still do it to this day. Because of this it's easy for me to just cover up when on my adventures by throwing my dress or coat (if that's all I'm wearing, which is often) back on. I am always 100% nude at home as well, another thing my ex asked of me that I liked. The second I walk in my door I strip completely. If I need to go out just to run errands all I'll wear is a short trench coat and sandals or heels, sometimes I'll even skip the shoes and wear nothing but a coat. I don't even wear jewelry. I would say most of the time I am only wearing two articles of clothing, a dress and shoes. Sometimes I'm wearing three, sometimes just one, and sometimes I walk around my neighborhood late at night without a stitch. I love being naked, especially outside. I also always have a butt plug in. I love the feeling of them in my ass throughout the day. I typically have a Njoy medium plug in, but sometimes I'll do a bejeweled plug when I know I'm going to be showing it off. Today is a beautifully warm Friday morning. After waking up, taking my small Njoy plug out of my ass, and tasting it (a daily ritual as I love the taste of my ass), I get in the shower and make sure to shave myself good. I want to feel as naked as possible today. After my shower I find the perfect outfit for today, a very light (almost see-through) blue and white sun dress that is very short on me (it only goes to about 3 inches below my ass) and black patent leather heels. Before putting it on I get out my big Njoy 2.0 plug as I want to feel very full today. I lube up my ass and stick it in with just a little bit of resistance. After that I step into the heels. There's just something so sexy about a girl wearing nothing but heels. I look in my full length mirror and admire my body; I have worked very hard for it. I throw my dress on and take one last look. Today is the day. I live just under a mile away from my office, so I walk to work when the weather permits. Today is a beautiful Friday July morning and I can't wait for today's walk. I love walking in the morning rush knowing that I am not wearing a bra or panties and have a big plug in my ass. Being among the commuters with this dirty little secret gets me very turned on - sometimes so much so that by the time I get in the elevator at my office building all it takes is a little rub of myself to get off. A few weeks ago as I got in the elevator and pressed my floor I immediately stuck my hand under my skirt and began to rub myself. As I was beginning to cum and the door was closing someone stuck their hand in to open the elevator. As the door opened it hit me. He looked me in the eyes and said "good morning." It took all I had to not scream in pleasure. As our eyes were locked I was trying not to shake, but could not really help it. If he didn't know what was going on he was an idiot. I trembled for a few seconds, let out the tiniest moan, and then gave my own good morning greeting. He stood there for a few seconds looking at me then realized he should have chosen his floor. After doing so the door closed and we rode up in silence. As I got off on the 20th floor I quickly glanced at him, but didn't say a word. The door closed behind me. That was one of the best orgasms I have ever had. Back to today. I am walking to work and loving the feeling of this big plug in my ass. I pretend to have something on my foot and go over to a bench. I put my right foot up on it and pretend to be removing something. I also make sure to bend over a bit and hope that someone got a quick glance of my lack of panties and the plug in my ass. The thought of this gets me so close to cumming right on the spot, but I get set and continue my walk without my orgasm. I want to burst later. As I walk into my office building and press the elevator button I hope to see the guy from last time, but he is not there. I haven't seen him since. Oh well. I get off on my floor, walk into my office and go to my cube. I am in a great spot. I am in a part of the office where there are not many people due to this area just being built. There are empty cubes around me and I know they will be filled eventually, which makes me sad, but also excited at future possibilities. My section only has two cubes. Brooke sits in the cube in front of me. She is very pretty in an All-American/Girl Next Door kind of way. She has soft features, long straight blonde hair to her shoulders, blue eyes, is a little shorter than me, very skinny, and wears artsy/hipster black glasses. She has smaller breasts than me, but they look perfect on her thin frame. With her in front of me and the wall behind me, I am kind of secluded. In front of Brooke's cube is a walkway then another row of cubes that has only one person down the way, a married guy named Mike. He is such a pervy guy that always comes over to talk to me and Brooke, but I enjoy the attention. I like when he is pretending to be on his phone near us and know he is taking pictures of me. Sometimes I'll wear loose dresses or shirts and lean down to let him get good shots of my tits. I'll also cross my legs by putting my foot on my knee, which lets my dresses or skirts ride up high and will swivel toward him. I know he has seen up my skirt a few times and has snapped a few pictures. Mike is out on vacation this week, leaving just me and Brooke on our side of the office and this is why it is the perfect opportunity to get naked and masturbate while in my cube. Brooke knows all of my dirty little secrets and encourages me to do whatever makes me feel good. She started a couple of weeks after me. After our first Friday at work together I asked if she would like to grab a drink after work to get to know each other better. We talked about the basic stuff. She is single as well, enjoys reading, outdoor activities, and travelling. During our chat I accidentally blurted out "how often are you having sex?" I didn't mean to and she looked a little shocked. After a few seconds she laughed. She said "it's been a while, but I'm trying to get back into the dating scene. I doubt she's trying too hard as she is a fox, she would have no shortage of guys throwing their hats in the ring. This opened the door. After a few more drinks and talking about other things she asked me why I didn't have a boyfriend. I told her she wouldn't understand. She said "try me," so I asked her if she knew what a submissive was. She asked "like dom/sub?" I say yes and she just looks at me. I tell her I am a very submissive girl and love to be controlled, but it's hard to find the right guy. There are so many guys that think this is ideal, but I want a true dom/sub relationship. My last one with Charlie ended when I found out he was cheating on me. I was so heartbroken that I had literally given myself to someone to control and that was not enough. His loss. I explained to her that he had full control over me. He decided what I would wear and what I wouldn't, what we would do in the bedroom or out of it, anything. I was his to use. I told her about how I still do some of the things he liked like never wearing bras or panties and always being naked at home. She seemed a little shocked and asked me if I wasn't wearing them just then. I smiled, told her to look, and lifted my skirt and spread my legs while sitting to give her a view of my perfectly shaved pussy. I asked if I could tell her another secret and she just nodded. There was no one really near us in the bar so I stood up, turned around, lifted up the back of my dress, and bent over a little. I looked back at her while turned around and she looked at me and asked "is that a butt plug?" I turned around and sat down. I told her yes and that I love the feeling of them. She then puts it together and asked "you've had that in all day?" I say yes, I always have one in. From that point on I would tell her about all of my adventures. She always enjoyed them and told me it was great that I did what I wanted. Anyways, I'm sitting at my desk checking e-mails when Brooke walks in. "Hi," she says. I give her a devilish smile and say "hi" back. She asks why the smile and I tell her today is the day we talked about - THE day. She looks at me and says "are you sure?" I tell her 100% yes. We talk about logistics, timing, etc and I say from 12-1 no one will be around as everyone goes out to lunch so that's the time. She says "I'll get the camera ready!" in a joking way and I think wow, I want that. "Sounds perfect," I say. "Oh my god, I was kidding," says Kelly. I tell her I am not, I want pictures and videos of this - I want to remember it forever. She laughs and says "ok, whatever you want girl." After chatting about it for a few we start to work - calls, emails, etc. I was very distracted, but managed to get to lunch time without exploding. I tell Brooke we should wait until 12:05 to give people a few minutes to leave.  As 12:05 hits I walk around to the other side of the office and see two people who always eat at their desks and never leave, but they are way across the office. As I round the corner back to our cube area where no one is except Brooke at the back I pull off the straps of my dress and let it fall to the floor. I step out of it and pick it up. I then step out of my heels. I pick up my dress and heels and put them in the drawer of the first cube near the corner. I am 100% completely and totally naked, no jewelry, nothing except the big plug in my ass. I start walking back and notice Brooke looking at me with her mouth open. When I get to her she asks "what are you doing?!?" I tell her I wanted to take full advantage of this and walk naked in the office, masturbate at my desk, and have no quick access to my clothes. I needed this extra risk. Up until now she has never seen me fully naked, just what I showed her at the bar a few weeks ago. She looks me up and down and I can tell she is a little excited. I sit down in my chair. It feels very weird to be sitting in it naked, but a very good weird. I give Brooke my phone and tell her to take a few pictures. I put both of my feet up on my chair and spread my legs to give Brooke a complete view of my shaved pussy. I start by just smiling, then putting my arms up in the air, then standing up, turning around and bending over. I want pictures of all different kinds of poses. I then tell her to switch to video and record the rest. She says "Action," like a director and we both giggle. I start rubbing myself very slowly, then faster while looking directly at Brooke and then the camera. "I love being a naughty slut in public and being naked at work with a plug in my ass," I say to the phone. I get up and walk down to the corner with the cube holding my clothes and walk back naked. I just wanted to walk naked again. I sit back down and put my feet on the edge of my desk, spread eagle facing the camera and continue rubbing myself. As the sensation starts to build I pull out my plug and stick it in my mouth so I can taste my ass while masturbating. I notice Brooke's left hand is hidden behind my cube wall and moving back and forth. She is rubbing herself too, and this makes me even hotter. I stand up to look and she has her skirt bunch around her waist. "I am so glad I didn't wear panties today either," she says as we look each other in the eyes rubbing ourselves. I sit back down with my feet on my desk, knees bent and continue, while looking directly at the camera, plug in mouth, and I feel it coming. I go faster and faster until I can't take it anymore. My orgasm washes over my entire body. I am a trembling, moaning, sweaty mess getting off with a plug in my mouth, sitting in my cube as naked as the day I was born, with no access to my clothes, and Brooke masturbating right in front of me while filming me. Fuck, it was hot. As I was coming down I heard Brooke close to orgasm so I stand up and grab my phone from her. I point it at her and start to record her masturbating. She gives no objection and uses her free hand to insert two fingers while furiously rubbing her clit. Once her orgasm hits she collapses onto her chair and is breathing very heavy.  When done, we just sit there for a few seconds and say "wow" together. We sit up and look at each other without saying anything for a few seconds then both start laughing. It is 12:30. "You better not show that to anyone," she says. "We'll see," I say mischievously. We talk about how hot that was for a few minutes. Come 12:40 I say I better get dressed before everyone comes back. I stand up and reinsert my plug. I start to walk toward my dress and heels and hear people on the other side of the office. "Oh no, they must be back already" I say. Brooke looks at me worried and asks "what do we do?" I go back to my chair and sit down naked. I see someone come out from the other side, but then stop by the printer. He stands there for a few seconds and looks down our way. I don't think he noticed anything as only my head is visible to him. He walks away. Brooke offers to go get my dress and heels, but I say no, I need to do this. Nervous as all hell I get up and start walking down the aisle toward my clothes. I reach the desk and wait for a second. I don't hear anyone near so I grab my stuff and start walking fast toward my desk. I then hear someone again so I start to jog back. When I get back to my desk I set down my heels and step into them. I go to put on my dress and I don't see it! In the dash I must have dropped it. I stand up wearing nothing but heels and see my dress right in the walkway, visible to anyone that looks around the corner. My work phone rings. It is a call I absolutely cannot miss so I answer it. It is a fire call I have to put out and I spend 10 nerve-racking minutes looking around while talking. I notice that Brooke has my cell phone and is snapping some pictures and video so I back up my chair from my desk so she gets the whole view. I then take out my plug and lick it while talking on the phone. I put the plug back in as the call winds down and hang up. As I hang up I feel the urge again and bring myself off in a minute. Brooke got it on video again. As I'm winding down I notice someone coming around the corner towards us. It is Dan, a guy that I say hi to once in a while. I know I am screwed and start getting very nervous. As he starts toward us he looks down quizzically at my dress in the walkway. He stands there for a few seconds and bends down to pick it up. He then starts walking toward us. I have no idea what I am going to say. As he nears us I know that he can now see that I am naked. He looks at me for a few seconds and says "You seemed like you were a naughty girl, but I did not imagine this." As he says this, my hand finds its way to my pussy and I bring myself off again while Dan and Brooke both watch me. Savannah's Day at Work Ch. 02 If you read chapter 1 you will know that after masturbating at my desk at work while naked with a plug in my ass while my co-worker, Brooke, filmed me, I have just been busted by my co-worker Dan. After coming down off my orgasm I sheepishly smile at Dan and ask him if I can have my dress back. I know I should be embarrassed, but I am not. "That depends," he says. "How important is it to you?" he asks. "Well I can't work like this the rest of the day" I tell Dan. He looks as Brooke and asks her if she's supporting this. Brooke says "of course, Savannah can do whatever she wants that makes her feel good and I will support her no matter what. I may even have gotten a little carried away myself." Dan says "damn, I wish I had seen this." I think he has a huge crush on Brooke.  "Well, since you like being naked at work, maybe you should stay that way the rest of the day," says Dan. My heart is beating so fast. I get kind of nervous, but the thought of staying naked at work is getting me super wet again. He says "I will give you your dress back at the end of the day, but you have to give me your heels as well." I think about it for a second and oblige. I know this is super risky, but the thought of staying naked, without access to any of my clothes, at work, for longer makes me super horny. As I give him my heels I realize this is it, I do not have a stitch with me. If anyone else comes over later I am busted. He asks "you don't have anything else to put on?" I tell him no, all I have is this big plug in my ass. I stand up, turn around, and show him. He smiles and says "wow, you really are something else!" "Where are your bra and panties," he asks so I tell him I don't wear those anymore. "Ever," he asks. I tell him no, and that I don't even own any either. He says "Ok, I will be back shortly after 5 and we'll see where this goes." I don't say a word and just nod my head. He walks away and looks back as he rounds the corner. "You are crazy," Brooke says. "What are you going to do if someone comes over here?" I tell her I will just hide. I hand her my phone and tell her to take videos and pictures for the rest of the day. I put my feet up on my chair and start rubbing myself again. After a minute I have a very intense orgasm while thinking about how my clothes are gone at the other side of the office. I am as naked as the day I was born at work and I have 4 hours to go! I cannot concentrate so I keep teasing myself and walking down the aisle to the corner and back. I might as well get as much out of this as I can. Brooke dares me to crawl on all fours down to the corner so I oblige. After a bit of playing around I have an idea. "Hey Brooke, truth or dare?" She looks at me for a second and says "truth." "Tell me how much you are enjoying this." She says "to be honest it is making me quite horny." "My turn," she says. "Truth or dare?" "Dare obviously," I state. "I dare you to take out your plug, crawl to the end of the hall, leave it there in the middle of the floor, and crawl back." I didn't think she had it in her! I take it out and lick it. I leave it in my mouth and start my journey. When I get to the end of the hall I set my plug down and start to crawl back. I get so horny that I stop, sit on my butt facing Brooke back by our desks and start masturbating. I can see her filming me and I get off in under a minute. Once I finish I start crawling back. When I reach my desk I get up and sit in my chair. "You are nuts," she says. "Truth or dare," I ask her. She picks truth. "Come on, be more fun!" I tell her. "Ok, fine, dare," she says in a very worrisome manner. "I dare you to go get my plug." She gets up and starts to walk towards it when I say "naked." She turns around and looks at me like I'm crazy. "No way," she exclaims. "I cannot do that." I give her a pouty look and say "fine, ruin our game." She looks around for a few seconds and says "how about I just take my skirt off?" I smile and say ok. She looks around and drops her skirt to the floor. She is now in only her heels, a bra, and her tank top. She starts walking fast toward my plug, picks it up, and starts walking back. She surprises me when halfway she puts it in her mouth! When she gets back I am looking at her. "You made it look so tasty so I had to try," she says. She hands me the plug and puts her skirt back on. She has now tasted my ass; I wonder what else she will get to taste soon while I reinsert the plug. We just sit and talk for a bit. I take a few calls and do a little work, almost forgetting I am completely nude. Right before 5 I start to get excited. I wonder what Dan will do. 5:06 strikes and I see Dan come around the corner, but I don't see him holding anything. When he gets to us I ask him "where are my clothes?" He states "you won't be needing those the rest of today." I almost came on the spot. I ask him what he means and he says "I threw them away in the break room and the garbage was emptied. You are going to be nude the rest of the day." I have no idea what to say. The first thought is about how much I loved those heels, but then I realize I have nothing to get home in! My nearest clothes are almost a mile away at home. I tell him I need something to go outside in and to get home and he says "I can give you a ride; we just have to get to my truck." The garage is in the basement. We have to go out into the hall, get into the elevator or take the stairs and hope no one sees us the whole way. I get very worried that I am going to get caught. I tell them we cannot leave now; there are too many people in the building. We have to kill at least an hour, but leave before the cleaning crew comes. He says "we can find something to do" with a grin. I look at Brooke and say "truth or dare?" She smiles and says "dare." "I dare you to take your bra off so you are not wearing a bra or panties." She reaches back, unhooks her strapless bra, takes it off and sets it in her purse. She looks at Dan and smiles. I can see he loves this. Brooke looks at me and I instantly say "dare!" "I dare you to kiss Dan." I look at Brooke, then Dan, and say "well, how about it?" He leans in and we start making out. He is a great kisser! I feel his tongue, his hand on the back of my neck, and it feels amazing. When done he plants a soft kiss on my neck and it drives me crazy. I see Brooke's hand come out from under her skirt when we finish. Dan looks at me and says "I dare you to kiss Brooke." Brooke looks very surprised, but also happy. I walk out of my cube and into hers, and stand right in front of her. I grab the base of her shirt and start lifting. She immediately lifts her arms up and I take it off. I lean in and start to kiss her. As we are kissing I reach down to her skirt and start pulling down. She stops me at first, but I keep trying and she lets me pull it down. She steps out of it and is left in nothing but her black heels. We make out for a good two minutes while grabbing each other's breasts and caressing each other's bodies. When done I step back and see her with her eyes closed. She opens them and looks right in my eyes. "Wow," she whispers. "I didn't know I'd like that so much." I look over at Dan and see he has his dick out of his pants and is stroking himself. He has a huge one! It must be 9 inches long. Without even thinking I bend down in front of him and start licking his dick. After a minute of teasing I insert it into my mouth and start sucking back and forth while looking up at him. I can see he is looking at Brooke so I turn around to see she is in her chair masturbating. After a few minutes I turn around and crawl towards Brooke. I look her right in the eyes and she nods. I lean in and start kissing her knees, then her legs. I spread her legs for her and start kissing the insides of them. After a minute I start kissing around her pussy, and then give it the first lick. She jumps. I continue licking her while she is caressing herself. As I hear her start to moan louder and louder I stop. She opens her eyes and stares at me. "Why did you stop, I was close!" "I know, we'll get there." I tell Dan to get behind me. He gets on his knees and starts to insert himself into me. Once I feel his stomach against my ass I feel so full! It feels amazing. I start rocking back and forth and continue to lick Brooke. God this would be a sight for anyone that came over here – Dan fucking me while I lick Brooke's pussy. After a few minutes I take my plug out and put it into Brooke's mouth. She happily accepts. I look back at Dan and he knows what to do. He pulls out and puts his dick at the entrance of my ass. I lean back and he starts pushing. We go slowly for a minute, but I eventually feel him get all the way in. We stay in this position for a while and I continue to tease Brooke, not letting her cum. After about 5 minutes Dan says he is going to cum. I tell him I want it all over my face, but first want to suck him. He gets up and I turn around, staying on my knees. He stands above me and starts to stroke himself. I put him in my mouth for a minute and clean myself off of him. He pulls back and I feel the first bit hit my cheek. I then feel a long rope going from the top of my forehead down to my chin, then another on the other side of my face. He lets out what feels like 10 huge ropes all over my face. I know my face is completely covered. I can also tell he got a lot in my hair as well, which I don't mind. When he finishes he looks down and admires his work. He gets out his phone and takes a few pictures. I smile for him and do some poses. I also get my plug back and put it in my mouth for some pictures. I notice Brooke recording me and tell her to snap some pictures of my cum-covered face. She says we should get cleaned up and go. I say, "as long as we're getting crazy, I am leaving this cum on my face the rest of the night." I love the feeling of cum on my face, and leaving it on while completely nude in my office excites me. I am really going for it here! I ask Dan "how are we getting to your car?" He says "well the elevator is too dangerous; we can take the stairs down to the garage. It's 20 stories, but going down should be easy, and one will be in there." I look at Brooke and see her putting her skirt and shirt into her purse. She looks up and says, "What! I can't let you be the only one having fun!" She leaves only her heels on. I stand up, reinsert my plug, and say "ok, ready to go!" Dan is going to be taking us two very naked ladies (one with cum all over her face and hair) down 20 flights of stairs, into the garage, then into his car. After that, I have no idea. Savannah's Day at Work Ch. 03 If you have not done so please go back and read chapters 1 and 2. I have just finished having sex in my cube and am getting ready to leave the office. During all of this I didn't even think about the fact that there might be someone here working later than normal. I walk down the walkway to the corner and peek around it to check. I don't see anyone in the office. I wave Dan and Brooke over. I see them coming. Dan is fully dressed and Brooke is wearing nothing but her heels and carrying her big purse. As they near I say "I want to walk around the entire office, and then get off on Kelly's desk." Kelly is the Vice President of our division and is away for a conference, returning Monday. She can be kind of a bitch, but she is gorgeous. I can tell she takes care of herself and has a rocking body. If she wasn't as hot as she is people would hate her a lot more. I want to sit on her desk and masturbate so that every time I walk by or go in there I will think of it. Walking through the entire office completely nude with cum all over my face and hair, and a plug in my ass feels amazing. I reach Kelly's corner office and walk in with Dan and Brooke right behind me. I get up on Kelly's desk and sit on it with my legs spread, facing out to where Dan and Brooke stand near the door. Brooke starts filming and I start teasing my clit. I continue rubbing myself for a few minutes and then use my other hand to stick two fingers inside while simultaneously rubbing. I look at Dan and Brooke, then stare into the camera. While looking into it I let out a loud moan and have what seems like my 8th orgasm of the day. As I'm coming down from my orgasm Dan says "get up on that desk with her Brooke." Brooke, still wearing nothing but her black heels climbs up on the desk with me while Dan continues to film us. She instantly starts kissing me. I lay down and she climbs on top of me. While we are kissing I see Dan take off his pants and get behind Brooke. Brooke pulls away from me and looks back over her shoulder at Dan and nods. She turns back to me and is looking me straight in the eyes. By her facial expressions I can tell Dan is entering her. After a few seconds her body starts rocking and she starts kissing my breasts. She then moves up my body, kissing it the whole way until she reaches my ear. She nibbles on my ear then starts tonguing it while moaning from Dan being inside of her. She pulls away from my ear and continues to kiss me while being fucked by Dan. "I am going to fuck your ass now Brooke," he states. "Please go slow, I have only done it once before and it really hurt," says Brooke. "Don't worry, I will. Just tell me if I need to stop." With Brooke looking at me I can tell she is uncomfortable at first. "I'm going to stay right here for a minute so you can get used to it," Dan states. Brooke just nods her head. After a minute she says "keep going," wincing in pain. After another minute Dan says "alright, I am fully in, how does it feel?" "Surprisingly ok now." Brooke starts rocking back and forth slowly. After a minute of getting used to the feeling she starts screaming loudly. "Fuck me! Faster and harder!" I see Dan thrusting behind her at a very fast pace. After a few minutes Dan says he is going to cum. "Please cum in my ass," Brooke tells him. As he is cumming Brooke looks at me and says "wow, I can feel his cum coating the inside of my ass. It is amazing." "Wow, that was spectacular," Dan says. "You girls are something else. We really should get out of here. The cleaning crew will be here any minute." Dan pulls away and starts getting dressed. Brooke says to me "I would really like to keep this cum in my ass. Can I use your plug?" "Wow, I didn't know you were this kinky," I tell her. "You bring it out of me. I never thought I would be doing anything like this, but seeing you masturbate at your desk earlier got me very riled up." "Alright, have you ever used one?" I ask. "No," she states, "but I'm sure I'll enjoy it." I take out my plug and lick it all around, cleaning it off. I hand it to her. She doesn't take it and asks "will you put it in for me?" "Sure baby," I say. "Turn around." Brooke stays on the desk and turns around. She is now in a sixty nine position on top of me. I hear Dan take a few pictures. I see her freshly fucked ass and start inserting the plug. I go slow at first and can tell it hurts her a little so I stop. "Keep going, it's a good pain," Brooke says. I continue pushing slowly until the thickest part is inside of her and she sucks the rest in. When fully inserted she gets off the desk and stands up. She helps me up. Dan is ready to go and we leave Kelly's office. I am going to think of tonight every time I look at this office. "Let's hurry up and take the stairs down," says Dan. "We will probably not run into anyone there." "Hold on a minute, I'll be right back," says Brooke, carrying her purse. She walks towards our cubes and rounds the corner. After a minute I see her coming back around the corner. She no longer has her purse. As she gets closer I notice she doesn't have her heels on anymore, either. "I wanted to be completely naked like you," she says. "I even took off my earrings and rings and left everything in my desk drawer." Here we are. Two fully nude girls in our office, both freshly fucked. Brooke has cum in her ass and my plug holding it in and my face and hair are still completely covered by Dan's cum. "Ok, we're really pushing it. We need to go now," Dan states. As we are heading to the door, we hear the door on the far side of the office close. Oh shit, we are busted, I think. Dan grabs us and we rush to the door on our side of the office. Right as we push it open and go through I see a member of the cleaning team look at us. He probably caught my backside, but I hope he saw more. We get out into the hallway and are right by the stairwell door. We enter it and start rushing down. After about 5 stories Brooke says "I feel like I'm missing something." She goes up to Dan and undoes his zipper. "What are you doing," he asks her. "I want my face to look like Savannah's. Can you help me out with that," asks Brooke. "Sure, but we have to hurry up or we'll get caught." Brooke pulls Dan's dick out of his pants, kneels down in front of him, and starts sucking him very fast. After two minutes he tells her he is going to cum. Brooke pulls back and looks up at him. I watch as he cums on her face and hair. I have no idea how he has any left in him, but he gets a noticeable amount out. After he's finished Brooke looks at me and smiles. "Now we match," she states. She looks so beautiful covered in cum. "Ok, let's get to the car," I tell them. We start back down the stairs. Without stopping again it only takes us a minute to reach the bottom. I forgot the door to the garage is across the hall from the stairwell door, so we are going to have to run across a hall to get into the garage. Dan opens the door and peeks his head out. "Coast is clear," he says. He pushes the door open and we all go through it. As I'm crossing the hall I look out toward the lobby and see a few people, but their backs are to us. If only they knew to turn around. We reach the garage door and enter it. "I forgot my car is on the other side, sorry," says Dan. Shit, we're going to have to cross this garage completely naked. Oh well, it will be exciting, I think. As we walk I feel how cold the cement is on my bare feet. Dan and Brooke start to jog, but I continue to walk. I want to enjoy this. They reach his SUV and turn around to see me taking my time, completely nude, covered in cum, and walking through the garage slowly. As I reach them we all get in, me and Brooke in the back. "Where to ladies," Dan asks. "Let's go get Brooke her own butt plug so I can have mine back." Savannah's Day at Work Ch. 04 "Where are we going to get the butt plug," Dan asks us. "There's a sex shop about 10 minutes away. Put it in your GPS," I tell Dan. He smiles, "of course you would know that." It feels surreal to be in a car driving around the city naked with cum all over me, with my co-worker also covered in cum, on the way to go get a butt plug, and neither us with access so a single stitch of clothing. Dan asks us "So which plug am I getting?" "I don't know," I say, I'll pick something out. "Are you forgetting you are naked and covered in my cum," Dan asks. "You can't go in there." "Why not," I state. "I'm sure some guy working in a sex shop isn't going to mind two naked girls covered in cum walking into the store." "I don't think I can do that," Brooke says. "It's one thing where there's a chance of getting caught, but to know someone will see me like this for sure, that makes me nervous." "Look at you," I tell her. "You are 100% nude, covered in cum, riding around the city. You said you wanted us to match. I need a butt plug in my ass ASAP and you need to keep one in so Dan's cum stays inside you." "I know, but I'm so nervous. What if we get in trouble," asks Brooke. "What will we say?" "We will be fine," I tell her. "I'm sure a guy that works at a place like that is either super pervy or super open to anything. He will not get us in trouble." "What about other people in the store," she asks. "Same thing. They're there because they are kinky. I'm sure they won't mind. Plus, maybe no one will be there," I tell her. She looks at me while contemplating it for a few seconds. "Ok, let's do it," she says. If we get arrested, I'm killing you." After a few minutes we pull into the parking lot for the store. There is only 1 car in the lot. I think that maybe it belongs to the guy working there, but secretly hope there's a customer or two in there, or that more come. We pull right up to the front and park. "Are you guys ready for this," asks Dan. I look at Brooke and she looks back at me, then smiles. She leans in and kisses me. She pulls back just slightly so our noses are touching and looks right in my eyes. "I trust you. Let's do this." We all get out of the car and walk up to the door. Dan pulls it open for us. I motion for Brooke to go first. She slightly hesitates and then walks in. I follow and Dan follows me. We look to the right and just as I thought there is a man who looks to be around thirty years old behind the counter. We see him turn and look at us and he just stops, dumbfounded. "Where are your butt plugs," I ask him. "Back wall," he says, pointing. We walk toward the plugs. I can feel the carpet on my bare feet and realize for the first time how insane this is. I am now looking for people to see me completely nude and covered in cum. At this point I am kind of thinking to myself that I might not want to ever wear clothing again. We see the butt plugs on shelves and the wall and start going through them. "Which one do you want," I ask Brooke. She walks up to them and starts looking at them closer. She picks up one with a raccoon tail. "I've always been kind of fascinated by these." "Naughty girl", I say. "I don't even have a tail plug." "I think it's hot," Dan says. "You should definitely get that one." "Me too," says Brooke. "This is the one I want." Brooke looks at me and asks "will you put it in me now?" "Sure babe. Lie down on the floor." She gets down, missionary and spread eagle, facing me with her legs slightly in the air. I look and see that the cashier is pretending to organize some DVD's on the shelf near us. "You don't mind if we put this in now, do you," I ask him. "Not at all," he says. "You don't mind if I watch, do you?" "We'd prefer it," I state. "Take out your phone and take pictures and video if you want." I grab my plug that is currently in her and pull it out. I look right at the worker, pointing his phone toward us, and put it in my mouth, sucking it clean. After cleaning it off I reach back and reinsert it into myself. The empty feeling is gone and I feel full again. I grab the tail plug and slowly insert it into Brooke. After inserting it I give her pussy a lick and look up at her. "Please keep doing that," says Brooke. As she asked, I continue to lick while inserting two fingers into her. I look up at her while doing this and notice her looking right at the guy that works there while he is recording. She is smiling and holding her tongue out. It is one of the hottest things I have ever seen. I look over at Dan and see he is watching us with his dick out, stroking it. "Get behind me," I tell him. He kneels down behind me and goes right into my pussy with one thrust. I'm sure the guy who works here loves getting this on tape. As Dan is slowly thrusting and I am fingering and licking Brooke the guy takes out his dick and starts stroking it while holding the phone in one hand. I see Brooke motion for him to come over to her. He goes over and kneels down beside her and she takes him into her mouth. "Do you realize how insane this is," I say aloud. "We are in the middle of this store having a four-way. "Anyone can walk in at any time and see us, and we have nothing to cover up with." This makes Brooke moan while sucking the worker. She is fully deep-throating him while looking right into his phone. He must be around 8 inches. Lucky guy. "Let's switch, I would like you to fuck me," I say to the worker. I see Brooke give his dick one last kiss on the tip and smile into his camera and he stands up. Dan pulls out of me, walks over to Brooke, and kneels next to her. As she takes Dan into her mouth the worker enters me. He is not as big as Dan, but it still feels great, in a different way. After a few minutes of this I get an idea in my head. "Dan, please come and lay down in front of me," I say. He gets up, walks over and lies down on the ground in front of me. After he does this I climb on top of him and guide him into me. After this I look back over my shoulder at the worker, smile, and wiggle my butt. I hope he gets the hint. He does, and kneels down behind me. I feel him grab the base of my butt plug and start pulling it out. "Give that to me," says Brooke. He hands it to her and she immediately starts licking it clean. As Brooke is licking my ass off of my plug I feel the guy set the tip of his dick against the entrance to my ass. I push back a little bit giving him the signal. I am nice and ready from the big plug being in all day. He enters me slowly, inch by inch, and it feels amazing. I have not been DP'd with two real dicks in quite some time. I feel Dan and the guy start to alternate thrusts. The guy hands his phone to Brooke. She takes it and starts filming all three of us fucking. I look directly at the camera most of the time, alternating looking right into Dan's eyes. This guy will be jerking off to this for the rest of his life. As he is fucking me in my ass he starts kissing my back, neck, and ears. It drives me fucking insane and I cum while screaming very loudly. Dan and the worker slow down their thrusts for a minute after I cum, but do not remove themselves from me. After a bit the guy says "I am going to cum any second." "Me too," says Dan. "Well, I bet you guys know where we want it," I state. The guy pulls out of my ass and stands up. I climb off Dan and he stands up. Brooke hands the guy back his phone. I kneel in front of the worker and take him into my mouth so I can taste my ass. I suck him while looking up at him for a minute.聽 "Please come over here and kneel down ladies, so we can paint your faces," says Dan. I stop sucking the workers dick, kiss it, and stand up. I hold out my hand to Brooke and she gives me my plug back. As I kneel down in front of Dan I reinsert the plug to its proper home. Brooke kneels right next to me, touching shoulder to shoulder. She has the biggest smile on her face and it turns me on so much. "Are you ready," Dan asks the guy. He nods yes and holds his camera to us. Dan looks at us and tells us to beg for it. "Please give us your cum baby. We are such dirty little cum sluts. We want it all over our faces, in our hair, in our eyes, everywhere," I say to the camera. They step up right in front of us, point their dicks right at our faces, and let go. I feel the first spurt from the worker hit me right on the bridge of my nose. The second hits my forehead right where my hair meets it. Another rope goes right into my hair. After this I notice that he points his dick toward Brooke and that Dan points his at me. They are crossing streams of cum onto us. Dan gets a long rope of cum across both of my eyes. A second from him goes right onto my forehead and starts going right into my eyes as well. I keep my eyes open the whole time. I cannot believe how much cum there is. Just when I think we're done the worker stands directly over me and drops another load right into my hair. I look up at the worker and smile while waving my tongue around at him so he has that memory forever. I then blow the camera a kiss. I look over at Brooke and can barely see a spot on her face not coated in cum. She looks amazing and I can tell she has just orgasmed from fingering herself while getting her facial. She opens her eyes and looks at me with the most lustful look I have ever seen on the face of anyone. "That was the best thing that has ever happened to me," she says, while panting. "Is there a lot in my hair too," she asks, while leaning down for me too look. "Oh yeah," I tell her. "Almost as much as there is on your face. How about me?" She stands up and laughs. "Oh my god, there is so much. You are completely covered!" As I look at her standing there, completely covered in cum, totally naked, kind of swaying and dancing, and a tail plug hanging down between her legs, I think I am in love. I stand up and walk over to her. I place my arms around her, grab her ass, pull her close against me and kiss her. Just a peck at first, then another. I look at her right in her eyes and say "I love you, you are perfect." "Oh, Savannah." she says with a smile on her face, "I think I love you too!" With that she tilts her head and leans in to kiss me. I open my mouth and feel her tongue enter it. After a final peck I pull away and stare into her eyes. We don't say a word. I hear the door to the store open and Dan says we have to go. The worker says the plug is on the house. He starts to say "and by the way, my name is" and I stop him. "It's hotter if we don't know," I state. Dan pulls his pants up and is ready to go. I look over the shelf and see a couple walking toward us. "Let's not panic and run," I say to everyone. "Let's just calmly walk out past them and give them a little show. "I'm game," says Brooke. I don't think she will ever say no to anything ever again. We start to walk toward the exit and come right up to the couple. They stop dead in their tracks and just stare at us without saying a word. We smile at them and as we walk by I say "the butt plug selection is great." We get to the door and I look out. There is no one in the lot, to my dismay. "Coast is clear," I tell them. We all exit the store and get into Dan's truck, Brooke and I in the back. I hope he doesn't mind getting cum in here, as we have it dripping off of us. "Ladies, I have an idea," says Dan, looking back at us. "Are you both free this weekend," he asks. I tell him I have nothing important going on and that I am open to anything. So does Brooke. "Would you like to take a little road trip somewhere," he asks. "Where would we go," asks Brooke. "There's a little lake and campsite with some cabins to rent a couple of hours away. We can rent one and stay the weekend," Dan tells us. "That sounds fun," says Brooke. "I don't know how I'm going to get home and get my stuff though. I can't be seen at my apartment like this." "Well," says Dan. "How about you don't go home?" Brooke looks at me with a bit of confusion on her face. "How about you both can only bring what you have on right now," says Dan. "You mean you want us to stay like this the whole weekend," I ask him. "Yes," Dan says. "I want to leave right now. I want to drive there with you completely naked, covered in cum, and to not have access to a single stitch of clothing until we get back home. You will be naked the entire trip. If I had my way, both of you would burn every piece of clothing you own and never wear a stitch again when we get back. No shoes, no jewelry, nothing, ever again. I would have you naked as the day you were born for the rest of your life." I cum on the spot without even touching myself and see Brooke fingering herself. I climb on top of her and start kissing her while she fingers herself to an orgasm, panting into my mouth. As she comes down I pull away slightly. "I think you know my answer baby. Are you ok with this," I ask her. Looking right into my eyes she says "Yes, I will do anything and everything with you. I want to be naked with you for the rest of the weekend. I do not want a piece of clothing to touch my body until it's over. I want to continue to have cum all over me as much as possible too. I like the feeling of it. It makes me feel super dirty and slutty." I look at Dan and say "I don't think that will be a problem, baby." I stay lying on top of Brooke in the back seat and tell Dan to go ahead and start driving, we are ready. As we cuddle in all our naked glory I have thoughts on what fun this trip can be.

Showing Myself by Vanessa Evans Part 1 I guess that it all started just before the Leaver’s Ball at school. We were all now 18, our exams were over and we had our places booked at universities and colleges. It had been a tough year with what felt like 24 x 7 studying and exam taking and quite a few of us girls had decided to rebel against the tradition of wearing long gowns to the Ball. There was one week of school left and we had no more lessons, we could virtually do what we wanted. The only conditions that our teachers put on us was that we couldn’t damage anything and we couldn’t disturb the lessons of the younger kids. They also told us that we didn’t have to wear our school uniforms any more. The girls had been debating what we should wear to the Ball and after long discussions we decided to go to the Ball wearing just bikinis and heels. There wouldn’t be any younger kids there so we couldn’t be accused of corrupting them or setting a bad example. Let me tell you a bit about me before I go any further. My name is Leanne (Lea). I’m a skinny girl with small (AA cup) tits and short, blonde hair. Back then I lived in a small village just outside a large town where I went to school. I shared a house with my father who is a Park Ranger and works long hours. There were only 3 kids in the village anywhere near my age, Seth and Noah being the other 2, and the 3 of us used to hang around together all the time. I think that it’s fair to say that I was a tomboy because I did everything that Noah and Seth did, often better than them. Nothing was off limits, climbing trees, damming the stream, long bike rides, helping the local farmers (for money), everything, and never once was my sex an excuse to not pull my weight or get as dirty as my mates. In fact the fact that I was a girl wasn’t even taken into consideration by anyone. Back to the Leaver’s Ball, 11 of us girls were going to go to wearing bikinis. My problem was that I didn’t have a bikini, only one of those horrible one-piece suits that young teenage girls wore to go swimming on the school trips to the pool for swimming lesson, not that I needed lessons because the 3 of us had learnt to swim at the local swimming hole. I needed a bikini so I went into town with Noah and Seth the Saturday morning before the Ball. Yes, the 3 of us often went shopping together, even for clothes, me often telling them what looked good on them and them telling me what looked good on me. I’d got Noah and Seth to keep the secret about what us girls were going to wear to the Ball and they helped me search for a bikini that I liked and what the other girls were expecting us all to wear, skimpy bikinis. The problem was my size, everything that we looked at was way too big for me and would fall off me as I moved around. Seth said that I should just let that happen and walk around naked but I told him to get real and that it was never going to happen. After another hour or so searching through every shop that we could find with zero success Noah suggested that we try the main lingerie shop in town. “I’m not going to the Ball in a bra and knickers even if they do look like a bikini, besides, we’d have trouble finding any small enough for me, the same problem as bikinis.” “Not if you get side tie ones.” Seth said. “Side tie bikinis.” I said, “come on, I saw some of those in one shop.” We went back to that shop to have a look but I didn’t like any of them. As the disappointed me led the guys out of the shop Noah said, “Lea, your options are running out, let’s go to that girls undies shop and see what they’ve got there, what have you got to loose?” Noah had a good point so off we trudged. “Do women actually wear all this stuff?” Noah said as we passed most of what older people must call sexy. “It looks stupid.” I had to agree with him, I could never imagine me wearing any of what we saw, until we got to the bras and knickers. Noah and Seth kept picking something up and asking me what I thought, and usually it was, “No way mate.” Then Seth picked up a thong and bra set, black and not frilly and both pieces were tie on. “Maybe,” I replied, “keep looking.” We found another similar set and Noah said, “Go and try them on Lea.” I took the 2 sets to the changing room and took my clothes off. When I’d got the first set on I looked at myself in the mirror. “Well,” I thought. “I suppose it does look a like a bikini.” Deciding to ask my mates what they thought I opened the curtain and walked over to Seth and Noah. “What do you think guys?” I asked. “Bloody hell Lea, you’re a girl.” Noah said. “Don’t be stupid Noah, of course I’m a girl, so what?” “Err nothing. It looks good, the strings are a bit long but good, it does look like a bikini. “What do you think Seth?” I asked. “Same as Noah, you look good Lea, try the other one on.” As I walked back to the changing cubicle Noah said, “Cute butt Lea, I never noticed that before.” “You’ve seen it before Noah, I can still get my jeans on so it hasn’t got any bigger.” “No, I wasn’t saying that, I just noticed that it looks cute in that thong thing.” I finished the swap then went back out to the guys. “So guy’s, what do you think, would either work as a bikini? The crotch is a bit narrow on both of them and this string thing between my butt cheeks feels strange but I guess that that doesn’t really matter, it’s only for the one night, I’ll probably never wear it again.” Both guys gave me their opinions, neither saying anything untoward. “Okay, I said, I’ll get the first set. I hope that the other girls like it.” As we walked back to the bus stop Noah said, “You’ll have to shave your bush off Lea, you may be blonde top and bottom and you haven’t got much of a bush but I could still see hairs escaping at the sides and through the material.” “Yeah, bushes don’t look good.” Seth added. “Oh, I’ve never shaved there before, just my pits and legs. Okay, I’ll try that in the morning. My dad will be going out first thing so why don’t you come over and tell me if I’ve missed anywhere?” ***** On the Sunday morning I was still in the bathroom when Seth and Noah arrived and I shouted for them to come up. I was just rinsing off the last of my dad’s shaving gel when the guys walked into the bathroom. “Hey Lea,” Noah said, “you done?” I turned off the shower, pulled the curtain back and said, “Yeah, I’m done, what do you think?” “Looks good from here.” Seth said, “turn round and bend over, it is a thong bikini so you don’t want hairs round your butt hole sticking out from behind the string.” “Good point mate.” I replied and turned and bent over, spreading my legs as I did so. “You missed a few Lea.” “Where?” “There,” and Seth touched my perineum. I felt a sudden tingling in my pussy and it was nice. Trying to ignore it I reached for the razor and passed it to Seth saying, “Can you get them for me please?” Seth got a dollop of dad’s shaving gel and rubbed it on the offending part of me then shaved it off taking the hairs with it, all as I stayed bent over. The tingling got stronger and when Seth took the flexible shower head and rinsed me down I thought that I was going to cum. I’d only played with my pussy a couple of times and only had one orgasm before but I recognised the feeling. Seth swat my butt and told me to get dried, a towel landing on my back. Then he added, “I was thinking that we might bike down to the woods and try that cycle track route again, I’m sure that I can beat you this time Lea.” “In your dreams mate, but I need to try my bikini on again, make sure that I’m happy with it for Friday.” “Okay.” Both Seth and Noah replied as they followed me into my bedroom where I dumped the towel and got out my bikini. “These side tie knickers as such a pain, I need 3 hands to do the first one.” I said as I struggled to tie the first side. With the bottoms finally in place I picked up the top and tied it round my neck, the 2 triangles hanging over my little tits. “Good job you’ve only got small tits Lea,” Noah said, “Those little triangles would only just cover Mary Johnson’s (girl at school) nipples.” “Yeah,” I replied as I reached round my back to tie the 2 strings, “I’d hate to have big tits like Mary.” Bikini in place I asked the guys what they thought. “Can you go and stand by the window Lea?” Noah asked. I did then Noah said, “Yep, it’s see-through, I can see your nipples, your slit and your clit sticking out.” “You can’t.” I replied. “Yes we can.” Set added, “but that’s in this light, it will be a lot darker at the Ball so you have nothing to worry about Lea, no one will know.” “Except me and you two.” “Well I ain’t going to tell anyone.” Seth replied. “Me neither.” Noah added. “So I should go like this?” I asked. “Nope,” Seth replied, “you need to put some shoes on, your high heeled ones” “Cheers mate, now where was it you wanted to go today Seth.” “The woods on our bikes.” “Okay, lets go.” I said. “Lea,” Noah said, “you don’t really want to go wearing that, it looks a bit flimsy and might rip.” “Good thinking Batman, hang on sec and I’ll put some clothes on.” I put my jeans and a tank top on over the bikini and we left my house on our bikes. It was about a mile to the woods and as I pedalled I thought about when Seth had been shaving me. I’d got close to having an orgasm when he had been touching me near my pussy and I’d liked it. Hell, I even liked him just looking at my pussy. That was new for me, my mates and me had seen each other naked before but I’d never had those feelings before. We spent a couple of hours racing around the woods over the bumps and through the little stream. Seth and Noah were wearing shorts but I was wearing jeans and when we went through the stream for a second time my front wheel slid off a rock and I came off my bike and landed in the stream. I was wet from head to foot. I got back on my bike and soon caught up with the others. When we got to the other side of the woods to where there is an open meadow we stopped for a rest. Sitting on the grass in the sun Noah said, “You made a cock-up going through the stream Lea, look at you, you’re piss wet through. I hope that your bikini is okay under there.” “Yeah, I’ll have to take my jeans and top off so that they can dry and I can check the bikini at the same time.” Taking jeans or shorts and tops off and letting the sun dry them was something that we’d all done before after falling off into that stream. With that I stood up, unfastened and unzipped my jeans and pulled them down and off. Usually though we’d kept our undies on, well me only knickers because I never wear a bra, nothing to put in it. But this time, when my jeans came down so did my bikini bottoms and when I took my top off the bikini top came with it leaving me naked. “I guess that the ties came undone.” Noah said as I held up the bikini to check that it looked okay. “Aren’t knickers supposed to have a cotton gusset thing in case you pee yourself? All the material in those looks see-through.” Seth said. “Yeah,” I replied, “the top looks just as see-through I hope that they’ll be okay for Friday.” “Your nipples look bigger than usual Lea.” “Must be because you’re looking at them, girl’s nipples do that, and our pussies get wet as well.” “You’ve just been flat out in the stream Lea, your pussy is bound to be wet.” Noah said. “No, I mean inside and if it gets a lot wet it leaks out.” “Is that what’s bubbling out of your hole now Lea?” Seth asked, “are you all horny and aroused? Do you want us to fuck you?” “Bloody hell Seth, where did that come from? Yes I’m aroused but no I don’t want you to fuck me.” “Sorry Lea, it’s just with you being stark bollock naked, your nipples looking like coat hooks and your pussy is leaking I thought that maybe you wanted us to fuck you.” I thought about what he’d said, and the situation that we were in and I decided that I liked being naked with 2 boys looking at me, even if they were my best mates they were still boys. I wondered what it would be like to be seen naked by other men. Okay, my dad had seen me naked hundreds of times but he was my dad so that didn’t count. Seth and Noah had also seen me naked before and that was no big deal either but this time something was different. For starters my nipples were rock hard and they were tingling a bit. My pussy was wet as well, and it wasn’t water from the stream. My pussy was actually tingling as well. For the first time ever I realised that I liked being seen naked by men. It was arousing me and I was thinking about sex. And yes, it would be nice to loose my virginity right there and then to my best mates but I didn’t have any condoms with me and I just knew that they didn’t as well. “I’m assuming that you two haven’t got any condoms with you so no, but I have no intention of putting any wet clothes back on so you can look at me as much as you want. I’d like that too. Tell you what, tomorrow at school I’ll go and see the Nurse and get some pills.” “What sort of pills? We’ve got some paracetamol at home.” Seth said. “No dummy, THE pill, to stop me getting pregnant, then you two can fuck me.” “You want to fuck me don’t you guys?” “Never really thought about fucking you before Lea you’re one of us, mates,” Noah said, “but now that you mention it, and seeing you laying there naked with your legs open, yeah, I’d like to fuck you.” “Me too.” Seth added. “Right then guys, that’s a plan.” We lay or sat there talking for ages with me still totally naked and Noah and Seth sitting near my feet and frequently looking at my pussy which was enjoying their looking at it. I’d never thought that just guys looking at my bare pussy could turn me on but it was certainly happening that day and after a while Noah said, “Is it normal for a girl’s pussy to be leaking all the time Lea?” “Mine doesn’t normally leak all the time but it is today, I guess that it’s because you 2 are staring at it and you’re making me horny.” “So you like being naked and us staring at you?” “Yes, I guess that I do.” “So we should do it more often then.” Noah replied. “I’d like that.” I replied. “Are your jeans dry yet Lea? Because I was thinking that we could go for a ride over to the farm, see what’s what.” I checked and then replied, “My jeans and top are still wet but my bikini is dry, I guess that I could ride over to the farm wearing just the bikini.” “You can put your wet jeans and top under the clip on my bike’s carrier.” Seth offered. And that’s what we did. At first it seemed weird biking in just that bikini. For starters my bike is a man’s bike, with a crossbar, and it was a tall man’s bike and as I said earlier, I’m not very tall. When I’d got on the bike my pussy had pressed against the crossbar and it felt good, and when I’d started pedalling my pussy covered in only the thin bikini bottoms was sliding from side to side was giving me lots of clitoral stimulation, especially as when I looked at my pussy after a short distance I saw that the bikini bottoms had disappeared between the lips of my pussy. Previously when I’d ridden on my bike my pussy had been covered by ‘sensible’ knickers and either jeans, shorts or a knee length skirt and my pussy had felt nothing but a bit of pressure. Even when I’d biked in a swimsuit the material had been so thick that I couldn’t feel anything, but this time, well, it was like I didn’t have any bottoms on, like I was naked. Especially as the bikini top also felt like it wasn’t there as well. A motorist must have thought that I was cycling naked as well because as it passed us he pipped the car horn. When he did that I looked down at my front and saw that one of my tits was exposed and my bald pussy looked like there was just a string coming out of the top of my slit. And the bit that I didn’t really understand was that I was liking it, I was feeling quite aroused. We pedalled on, into the village, passed all our houses, passed the village shop with a couple of our neighbours coming out who waved at us and said hello, passed the pub with an old man neighbour coming out who also waved at us, then to the farm. We dumped our bikes where we usually do then went looking for farmer Ted to see if he wanted a hand with anything. As we walked to the barn Seth asked me if I realised that one tit was out and most of the bikini bottoms had disappeared between my pussy lips. “Yes I do realise, it sort of feels nice.” “There’s so little of you covered that you may as well not have it on Lea.” Noah said. “Not have what on?” Ted asked as he came out of the barn “Lea’s got a new bikini and it won’t stay where it’s supposed to.” Seth replied. Ted was looking me up and down, making my pussy tingle a bit more that it had been. “That’s a bikini?” Ted asked. “A length of baling twine would cover more than that does. Not that I’m saying you don’t look good Lea because you do, you’ve grown up quite a lot recently, quite the attractive young lady now.” “Thanks Ted.” I replied as the tingling got stronger. “Have you got any jobs that we can do for you Ted?” Seth asked. “Not really guys, but I’m guessing that the swimming hole will be quite nice on a day like today.” Ted replied. Seth looked at Noah and me and we both nodded so Seth told Ted that we were going for a swim. As we walked passed the farmhouse Ted’s wife, Beth, walked out. “Were going for a swim,” Noah said, “you coming Beth?” “Sounds nice Noah, but I’ve got too much to do here. Is that a bikini you’re nearly wearing Lea?” “Yes Beth, I got it for the Leaver’s Ball next Friday.” “You’re going wearing just that? You may as well go naked.” I giggled a little then replied, “It might end up like that but us girls wanted to do something different to what they do every year so some of us decided to go in bikinis.” “Well if I were you I’d straighten it up before you try to get in, you stand a chance of getting arrested in the city being dressed like that.” “It won’t stay where it’s supposed to.” I replied. “You could always paint a bikini on you, now that I can see that you’ve shaved your bush off people will never know that it’s just paint.” “That’s not a bad idea Beth but I don’t have any paint.” “Mike Barlow might have some, he’s an artist and he used to work in the theatre.” “Thanks Beth, we’ll call in on him on the way home.” As the 3 of us walked over to the swimming hole Seth said, “Would you really just go to the Ball wearing paint Lea?” “Yeah, why not, it will be a bit dark in there and a painted bikini would look like a real bikini, at least it would stay where it’s supposed to be.” “You could wear that bikini over the paint to get in.” Noah said. “Naw,” I said, “we’re planning on wearing our school uniforms to get in then all of us taking them off at once, giving some of the older teachers a heart attack.” “Mike Barlow might not even have any body paint.” “Only one way to find out.” I replied. The swimming hole wasn’t that far from the farmhouse and we were soon there. When we got there I pulled the strings on the bikini and let it fall to the ground then went and dived into the water. Noah and Seth were a bit slower getting their shorts and undies off then all 3 of us were skinny dipping. We messed about with the plastic ball that we keep in a bush there and swung on the rope hanging from a tree branch that overhangs the water. After about 45 minutes we got out and lay on the grass to dry. I made sure that Noah and Seth were laying near my feet and I deliberately lay with my feet well apart as I rested on my elbows so that I could watch them looking at me. That day, as well as getting all aroused when boys and men were looking at the naked me, I suddenly got interested in looking at Seth and Noah whilst they were naked, watching their cocks swing and grow and shrink. I’d never really been interested in that sort of thing but it was like someone had switched something on in my brain, and I was liking it. We talked for a while, not about sex, just mundane things that young people talk about but I did notice that Seth and Noah were looking at me, or should I say my pussy and tits a lot more than they used to. Anyway, we finally got bored and decided to go and see if Mike Barlow was at home. We got to our feet and as I started to fasten the bikini while the guys put their shorts on Seth said, “I don’t know why you bother with that Lea, it seems like way too much faffing about to me.” “You know Seth you’re right, can you stuff it in one of your pockets please?” We walked back to the farmhouse with me totally naked. At the farm Ted was doing something to one of the tractors that was in the middle of the yard and when we got there he looked up and saw me. “That looks a bit more practical Lea, I hope that you’ll be dressed like that when you come and help us after school finishes, you 3 are still up for that aren’t you?” The 3 of us all said that we were and we left Ted to finish fixing the tractor. As we walked to our bikes I thought about working on the farm totally naked and I have to say it sounded nice. My pussy thought so as well because when I started pedalling it slid from side to side on the saddle and I could feel my arousal increasing. It wasn’t that far to Mike Barlow’s house and the 3 of us dropped our bikes, walked up to his house and knocked on the front door. There was no response and we were about to turn and walk back to our bikes when Mike came round the corner from the back of the house. “Hey guys, what can I do for you? Wow Lea you have grown up. It’s nice to see that you haven’t gone all shy like most girls do when they get to your age, what are you now, 16?” “No Mike, I’m 18 now.” “Eighteen and no pubic hair. You don’t look 18.” “Well I am, Seth and me shaved my bush off because I wanted to wear a bikini for the school Leaver’s Ball on Friday.” “Leaving school as well, is that all 3 of you?” All 3 of us confirmed that we were. “How time flies.” Mike said, “So what can I do for you?” “Well,” I said, “I bought this bikini and it just won’t stay where it’s supposed to and Beth at the farm suggested that I paint a bikini on me. She said that you might have some body paint that I could use.” “You want to paint a bikini on and go to the school Leaver’s Ball on Friday? That would never have happened when I was your age. Let me think, come with me.” The 3 of us followed Mike into his garage which looked like it hadn’t had a car in it for years. The place was filled with all sorts of things that were nothing to do with cars. “Is that an artists easel?” Seth asked pointing to some pieces of wood. “Yes it is.” Mike replied. “Do you still paint Mike?” I asked. “Occasionally, I don’t get the urge very often these days.” “You used to work at the theatre in town didn’t you Mike?” Noah asked. “Yes I did, back in the day I used to paint all sorts of things on young girls like you Lea but I never painted a bikini on a girl. There again, in my day bikinis were a lot bigger than what you young girls wear these days, if they go on shrinking at the rate that they have over the last few years all you girls will be wearing is a band aid. Ah yes, here we are.” As Mike pulled out a large tin with bits of black paint round where the lid fitted I wondered what I would look like wearing just a band aid stuck on my slit. “This should be what you need, if it hasn’t all dried out, it’s been a few years since I used this.” “Mike,” I said, “I’ve never been any good at drawing and these 2 morons don’t know one end of a paintbrush from the other. You couldn’t help me could you?” “Well Lea, I’ve seen people try to paint things on themselves and it just doesn’t work so you do need someone to do it for you.” “I could do it?” Noah said. “No you can’t mate, you need to use a paintbrush not a spanner or a hammer, that’s why the pair of you are going to do mechanics and bricklaying at college. I’d rather have Mike doing it, if you would please Mike?” “Well my dear, there are a few things that you need to know first.” “Like what?” “This tin of paint is years old and when I open the lid it might be just solid block. Secondly I haven’t painted a girl for over 10 years so I might be a bit rusty.” “I doubt that Mike. Anyway, there isn’t much to cover, I’m only little.” I said as I cupped my little tits then tweaked my nipples. “Well, this paint is waterproof and you have to either scrub it to get it off or soak it in something like isopropyl alcohol or petrol to get it off. If you don’t do that it will take about a week to wear off.” “So I can shower with it on?” “Just so long as you don’t rub over the painted areas.” “Could you do me twice, once now, to see if it’s still good and that it will stay on me; and then again on Friday when I get home from school?” “That sounds like a sensible plan Lea, but I warn you, my hands aren’t as steady as they used to be.” “Thanks Mike, that would be great, shall I put my bikini on so that you can see how big I want your paint job to be?” “That’s a good idea Lea, whilst you go and do that I’ll open the tin and see if it’s still usable.” “I don’t have to go anywhere Mike, my bikini is in Seth’s pocket.” “Wanted something to sniff whilst you were wanking later did you Seth?” Mike asked. “No, don’t answer that Seth, I think that we all know the answer already.” “Jeez Seth,” I said, “you’re blushing, would you really do that with my knickers?” “Too right he would.” Noah replied. “Leave them alone Lea.” Mike said as he opened the tin. “It’s perfectly natural for a man to sniff a girl’s pussy, it’s a very intoxicating and arousing smell.” “My pussy doesn’t smell.” I said. “All pussies smell to one degree or another Lea,” Mike said, “it’s just that men and women have a different sense of smell and I’m sure that yours is a faint, sweet, nice smell.” I wasn’t sure what to make of that, it wasn’t something that I’d thought about before and not something that I had time to think about right then because Seth was passing my bikini to me. With the help of my 2 mates I got the bikini fastened and stepped back to let Mike have a good look at what the bikini was covering. Covering but not hiding because in the bright light it was see-through. “Hmm,” Mike said as he stared at my front then told me to turn around. “Doesn’t cover much does it and I won’t be able to give you that see-through look. I could not paint your nipples and slit if you want. It’s good that you haven’t got any real lips down there, they’re a bugger to paint and get the finish that I’m sure that you want. And as for those ties, it will be very time consuming to paint them on.” “I’m not bothered about the ties, they’re nothing but a pain, just pretend that their a length of elastic..” “Okay,” Mike said, “come on outside and we’ll see if I’ve still got what it takes.” We did and Mike looked at my chest from different angles then told me to take the top off which I did and all 3 guys were staring at my rock hard nipples. “Do you want me to paint your nipples Lea? The paint is flexible when dry but if your nipples shrink a lot it might be too much for the paint and it might fall off them. Tell you what Lea, I’ll paint them this time then we can see how it goes.” “That sounds like a plan Mike.” “Good, now chest out Lea and hold your hands behind your head.” I did and as I looked down I could see my tits sticking out with my nipples the hardest I’d ever seen them. I was proud of what I saw. Then a thin paint brush touched the top of my left tit and I moved back in surprise. “Keep still Lea.” “Sorry.” I replied. Standing there trying to keep still gave me a lot of time to think. A man who was older than my father was putting paint on my naked tits and it was feeling nice. A well as that my 2 best mates were stood watching me. Without realising it I’d stood with my feet about shoulder width apart and I could feel my pussy getting wetter. I wondered if my pussy would start dripping. I also wondered what it would be like to be at the Leaver’s Ball wearing just the paint and shoes, would I feel like I was naked? Would I actually be classed as being naked? Would any of the boys and teachers realise that the bikini was just paint? Would I get into any trouble? I don’t suppose that would matter, after all I would never be going back to the school so it doesn’t matter if I get expelled. I’d been seen naked by 4 men so far that day and it had felt great. At the Ball I would be seen by maybe 10 times that so what would my pussy feel like? If I would be 10 times as aroused I’d be cumming all the time. Does it work like that? I had no idea but things were looking good to find out. “Okay Lea,” Mike said, one breast done, keep those hands behind your head. I must say that your breasts are beautiful Lea, so conical, and you have the perfect nipples to go with them. They’re just like the end of my little finger.” “Thanks Mike, I like them but I guess that a lot of men would say that they’re too small.” “Don’t you listen to anyone who says that Lea, they’re perfect, don’t you agree guys?” “What?” Seth asked. “Lea’s breasts, I was just saying that Lea’s are perfect.” Mike said. “Err, I guess so.” Seth replied, Noah not saying anything. “Okay Lea,” Mike said, “do you want shoulder straps or a neck strap?” “Neck I guess, like the bikini top.” I replied. “Hold your hair up please Lea.” Painting the straps on didn’t take long at all then Mike told me to keep my hair up and he went and got 2 chairs and asked Noah and Seth to lift me up onto them with one foot on each of them. “And make sure you don’t put your hands on her breasts, that paint need a bit longer to dry.” Mike added. This wasn’t the first time that Seth and Noah had put their hands on my naked body but with me already being aroused that tingling got a lot stronger. It didn’t help that Mike now had me stood on 2 chairs with my pussy spread open. Mike went into the kitchen and back came out with another chair and a roll of kitchen towel. Putting the chair right in front of me he sat with his head right in front of my pussy. “Wow Lea, you really are enjoying this aren’t you?” Mike said as he pulled a couple of sheets off the kitchen towel roll. “I can’t help it.” I replied. “I know Lea, it’s not your fault, not many girls can control their pussies. You might be pleased to know that nearly all of the girls that I painted got wet when I painted their pubes and pussy.” I didn’t particularly care about what other girls did, it was my pussy that was oozing juice and my pussy that was tingling, and it was nice. Patting my pussy dry and nearly giving me an orgasm, Mike said, “If it happens, it happens Lea, don’t be embarrassed.” I wasn’t sure that Mike was trying to say but I suspected that he meant an orgasm. I said nothing and wondered if the paint brush would make me cum. “I’m going to start with the triangle on your pubes Lea, then I’ll move lower and do your lips, as I think that I said, you have the perfect pussy for painting what with you having no inner labia just a slit with your clit sticking out. I’m going to paint the triangle a little smaller than your bikini Lea, if you don’t like it I can make it a little bigger.” “That’s okay Mike,” I said, “I guess that it really only needs to cover my slit. You do what you think best Mike, you can see it, I can’t. Well not stood up here like this.” Mike got to work and I couldn’t see what he was doing but it sure felt nice. As the brush went lower I could feel it going down the outside of my lips and I could feel my arousal increasing. “Lea,” Mike said, “for the paint to be able to stick I’m going to have to open your lips and dry you, is that okay with you?” “Err yes Mike, do whatever you think best.” I felt the fingers on one of Mike’s hand open my lips then a finger touch my clit and that was it, the orgasm that had been building for what seemed like hours exploded out of me. I heard Mike say, “Grab her arms guys, make sure that you don’t touch her tits or you might smudge the paint.” I was actually happy that he said that because my legs were feeling like jelly. “Thanks guys.” I said when I was able. Mike had moved his hand away from my pussy but as I started to return to normal his hand went back and spread me open again. As he dabbed the kitchen towel on my pussy he said, “Well done Lea, now that we’ve got that out of the way I might me able to get the job finished before you get all aroused again.” Mike quickly started painting my lips and I gasped as I felt the brush on my clit. I have to sat that I sighed with relief as Mike sat back and told me that there was just the strings to paint on me. I may have just been standing there but I needed to relax for a while. I told Seth and Noah that I could now support myself and they let go of my arms. Mike didn’t waste any time and I soon felt the brush going from my pubes to my hips then I saw Mike get to his feet and go to my sides to continue painting the strings to the top of my butt crack where the brush lingered for a while as he, presumably, painted a small triangle. Just when I thought the job was complete Mike said, “Just down your butt crack and join up to the back of your pussy Lea, to do that I need you to bend forward, Noah, Seth, please stand in front of Lea so that she can lean on you.” They moved towards me and I bent over thinking that I couldn’t get more exposed if I wanted to. The thing was, I was loving the exposure and my pussy was as well. The arousal that had reduced after my orgasm was building again. The brush going down my butt crack wasn’t that bad but when it got to my perineum I felt another orgasm approaching quickly. The brush went along the sides of the entrance to my vagina and the orgasm arrived causing me to shake, shudder and jerk. “LEA, LEA,” I heard Seth shout at me. “What?” I finally managed to say. “You’re going to break my shoulder.” Seth replied. It was then that I realised that I had been gripping both Seth’s and Noah’s shoulders when the orgasm hit me. I quickly released my grip and said sorry but I still had to lean on them. My brain went back to my pussy and I felt Mike dabbing my hole. “What are you doing to me Mike?” I asked. “I had to roll up some kitchen towel and push it into you to dry you enough to get some paint on you. There, all done Lea, you can stand up and get down now, but keep your legs spread for 5 minutes.” I pushed myself up from Seth and Noah then stepped down onto the ground remembering to keep my feet wide apart. “Do you mind if I take some photographs of you Lea?” Mike asked. “Okay, but why, do you just want to perv on me like these 2 do.” I replied looking at Noah and Seth. “No, it’s for my art collection. I’ve got photos of all the people who have modelled for me and asked me to paint them. Don’t worry, I won’t show them to anyone.” “I believe you Mike, go and get your camera.” As Mike disappeared to get his camera and clean the paint brush I turned to Seth and Noah and said, “I suppose that you 2 will be wanting photos of me naked as well?” “Hadn’t thought about it until now, but yeah, something to remind me of our last summer together.” Noah said. “Hey, I may be going off to university but I will still get summer breaks, we can still hang for at least another 3 summers, but yeah, you can take photos of me, I rather like the idea of posing for cameras. Get myself immortalised in zeros and ones on the internet.” “You want us to post photos of you naked on the internet Lea?” Seth asked. “Yeah why not, it isn’t like I’m fat or ugly.” “That’s your opinion Lea.” Seth said. I turned my head, gave him a look that would kill and replied, “It it wasn’t for this paint I’d beat the crap out of you for saying that Seth.” “I was just joking Leanne, I think that you are the most beautiful girl that I have ever seen, without and with your clothes.” “Hey, none of that mush stuff or I will beat the crap out of you.” Mike came back and he’d got his camera, yes a proper camera, ready and I jokingly did a couple of those poncy poses that I’d seen models do on the tele. “No, no poses Lea, just natural photographs.” Mike said, “do you want me to just capture the image below your neck are aren’t you bothered about your face showing?” “You can include my face, I’m not bothered.” Mike took about 10 photos of me, front, back, sides and he even asked me to bend over with my legs wide apart so that she could capture the work that he’d done on my pussy. When he was finished he said, “The paint will be dry now Lea so you don’t have to stand with your legs wide apart but a word of warning, if your pussy keeps leaking like it has been all the time that you’ve been here you will probably find that the paint all around your vaginal entrance will come off a lot sooner than the rest of it.” “Thanks Mike.” I replied “I owe you one. If you need any chores doing over the summer we’ll be only too happy to do them for you, cutting you grass or anything, just let us know and we’ll do them for you won’t we guys?” “Thanks guys, I may take you up on that. Now Lea, don’t forget to come back here on Friday after school, I don’t want you going to that Leaver’s Ball with flakes of paint falling off you.” “Thanks Mike,” I said. “we’d better go now, I need to get my dad’s tea ready.” As we walked back to my house Seth gave me my bikini back and he also took my jeans and top from his bike’s carrier and gave them to me. Because of the way that he’d folded them to fit on the carrier they were both still a bit damp so when I got into the house I threw them into the washer ready for when I was going to do a load. After telling Noah and Seth that I’d see them at the bus stop in the morning I started getting the tea ready not caring that all I was wearing was thin coat of paint on small parts of my body. About half an hour later daddy’s Land Rover arrived and he came into to house. “Hi dad, had a good day?” I asked. “Yes thanks princess, you? I see that you’ve got yourself a bikini, looks good.” “Are you ever going to stop calling me that dad? And no I haven’t got a new bikini, well I have, but this isn’t it. Mike Barlow painted this on me.” My father turned and looked closely at me, shook his head then said, “Blood hell Lea, that looks so realistic, well until I looked closely and realised that I can see your clit. So Mike’s back in his old game is he?” “No dad, it’s along story, I’ll tell you as we eat, go and get showered or whatever.” “Okay princess.” “DAD! I’m a big girl now.” “So I see Leanne.” Now let me say at this point that me standing there talking to my father wearing only a few drops of paint wasn’t a game changer in our house. Nudity or partial nudity was nothing new to us. There was nothing sexual about it, we just didn’t bother about us seeing each other naked, it was no big deal. “So you’ve shaved your pussy and got that sly old dog to paint a bikini on you have you Lea? And yes, I will try to stop calling you princess. Seeing you in the kitchen like that has reminded me that you have grown up Lea, you look a lot like your mother did when she was your age. Now tell me all about what’s going on.” “Go and have a shower or whatever then I’ll tell you when were eating.” “Okay prin, sorry, Lea.” As we ate I started with what us girls were planning on doing at the Leaver’s Ball. I didn’t tell him everything that I did that day, not about the orgasms or about Seth and Noah staring at my pussy, nor about how good it made me feel to be looked at by men but I did tell him that we went skinny dipping and then that I came back home naked. “Well I’m sure that Ted wouldn’t complain, nor any of the other people in the village.” “Ted said that I could work on his farm naked it I want to dad.” “I bet that he did. If he’s got any agency workers there when you’re there they’ll love looking at you. Well that’s up to you Lea, you’re 18 now so you can do what you want. Are you sure that you 3 don’t want me to take you to the Leaver’s Ball in the Land Rover? I can sit outside to see if you get thrown out.” “No dad, we’ve already paid for the limo. Besides, arriving in a dirty Land Rover doesn’t impress anyone.” “You could always clean it for me Lea.” “Even if I did it would still be a Land Rover, no, we’ll stick with the limo dad, it doesn’t cost that much when you split it 3 ways.” “Okay, it’s up to you Lea. So did you fix up with Ted when you’re going to help him on the farm?” “No.” “I might see him in the pub later. Hey Lea, you’re 18 now so you can come with me if you want.” “I’ve been there before dad, remember?” “Yes but you’re 18 now you can have a proper, adult drink.” “Okay then, but only one drink, I’ve got to go to school tomorrow. Do you think that anyone would mind me going in my new bikini? It’s going to stay warm tonight.” “You mean that bikini? No, it will probably only be locals tonight and Ben isn’t going to throw a pretty young lady out just because she hasn’t got any clothes on, besides, half the people there will think that you are wearing an actual bikini.” “That’s what I’m hoping for the Leaver’s Ball on Friday.” “I’m guessing that they will have turned the lights down so you’ll probably get away with it and you won’t be having some of the boys trying to pull the strings holding your proper bikini up, then you would be naked at the Ball.” “Is a thin layer of paint classed as clothes or not?” I asked. “I have no idea. You looked like you had a proper bikini on when I first came in. Maybe you could ask around in the pub see if anyone know the legal answer.” Meal finished, washed up and pots put away we set off to walk to the pub. It’s only about 100 metres so we were there in no time. I have to say that I felt a little nervous going into the pub essentially naked but at first everyone appeared to think that I was wearing a bikini. Within seconds I was relaxing and feeling good about being naked. I could feel that my pussy was leaking and I wondered if any of the paint had washed off but I daren’t look. Going up to the bar dad talked to Ben and a drink appeared in front of me. “Looking good Lea,” Ben said, “Was that you I saw pedalling passed with Seth and Noah earlier?” “Yes it was. We’d just come back from Ted’s farm.” “You going to be working there over the summer again?” Asked Ben. “Yes, I was hoping that Ted would be in tonight so that I can sort out the dates.” “He usually comes on for a quick one on a Sunday. It’s nice to see all of you in here Lea, is this going to be a regular thing now that you’re 18?” “Well that’s at least Ben who knows that all I’ve got on is a some paint,” I thought, “maybe I should step back and let him see my pussy as well.” Dad and I stood at the bar talking to Ben for a while then Ted walked in and we all said hello. “Brought young Lea with you tonight then Harry?” “Yes, she’s 18 now so I thought that it was about time, and she wanted to show off her new bikini to everyone.” My dad replied. “I see that you went to see old Mike Barlow then Lea, he did a good job, I can hardly tell that it’s just paint that you’ve got on. Come on, lets go round everyone and see if they can tell.” Ted said. Ted reached for my hand and before I knew it we were going round all the table that had someone sat at them letting them get a good look at my front. About half of the people couldn’t tell that it was just paint. A quarter thought that something wasn’t quite right and the rest just knew that all I had on was some paint. There was one table that was occupied by a couple who looked to be in their twenties and they weren’t from the village. Ted still took me to their table and they both instantly knew that I was naked. “Looks fantastic.” The young man said. “Yeas, quite convincing at a distance but close up you can tell. You clit sort of gives it away.” The girl said. Up until then I hadn’t specifically thought about my clit, I just knew that my pussy was tingling quite a bit and that my pussy was quite wet. But when that girl mentioned my clit my focus went straight to it. I could feel that it was sticking out quite a bit and was very hard. I wondered if it was still covered in paint but I daren’t look. Ted still had a hold of my hand and he led me back to my dad and Ben. When we got there Ben said, “Yes, Mike Barlow did do a good job on you Lea but he missed a bit between your legs.” “Well that answered my last question.” I thought and I think that I actually blushed a little, I know that my face warmed up a bit. I felt a rush of blood to my clit and I wondered if it got any bigger and harder, but again I didn’t look. Instead I picked up my drink and finished it off in one go. “Another one Lea?” “No thanks Ben, I’ve got school tomorrow and there’s a couple of things that I need to do before I go to bed. I should really be going.” “I can guess what one of those things will be.” Ben replied. “Hey,” my dad said, “that’s my daughter you’re talking about mate.” “And you are so lucky to have a daughter like Lea.” Ben replied, “we’re all going to miss her when she goes off to university.” That made me feel good, a different sort of good to a few seconds ago when Ben guessed that I would be rubbing one out as soon as I got home. “So Lea,” Ted said, “when are you coming to help us on the farm Lea?” “When do you want us Ted? I’m assuming that you want Seth and Noah as well.” “How about you have a couple of days off to relax after school then come over every day for a week? That will give Beth a chance to catch up on a few things at a leisurely pace. She’s been working hard lately. After that there’s the hay cutting and baling. You can drive the tractor again if you want Lea. Then we’ll see how things go. Are you going to wear just that bikini, or less Lea, the farm hands will appreciate the scenery.” “Don’t you like the scenery Ted?” my dad asked. “I sure do but I don’t think that Beth would be best pleased if I were to chase Lea all over the place just because she’s naked.” “Maybe you should get your Beth a paint job like Lea?” My dad asked. “Actually, when Lea was at the farm this afternoon I had the same thoughts, especially when it was Beth that suggested that Lea has a paint job.” “There you go Ted,” my dad said, “Old Mike Barlow will be setting him self up in business if more girls want paint jobs.” I was listening to all that and I wondered if I could talk some of the girls at school into getting painted. I was sure that the young men in the village would appreciate that. “Seriously guys,” I said, “I need to go home and get some sleep, it’s been an eventful day for me.” My day leant over and kissed my forehead then I said goodbye and left. As I walked home I thought about my day. I’d done, and still was doing, some outrageous things. Hell, I was naked walking along the main street of a village that I’d biked along hours before totally naked and without even the cover of a splash of paint. I’d been in a pub naked and dad’s farmer friend had shown me to everyone there and the landlord told me that he was hoping that I would go back there all over the summer either like I was or without the paint which was more likely because I couldn’t ask Mike Barlow to paint a bikini on me every few days. Besides, I wouldn’t want that. I doubted that my skin would tan through a layer of paint. Did I want to spent my summer naked? I paused my thought for a few seconds whilst my subconscious thought about it. Hell yes, I did want to spend the summer naked. All those men looking at my naked body, all the orgasms that those men would give me without them even touching me. And Seth and Noah, I’d told them that they could fuck me as soon as I got on the pill and I was going to see the nurse in the morning so it would be a summer of sex with my 2 best mates. Hell yes, it was going to be a good summer. Back at home I went straight to the bathroom. I had a few things to do before I got in the shower and when I did I washed myself gently, not wanting to risk rubbing some paint off. I looked at my pussy in the mirror and yes, Ben was right, the paint had gone from my clit, and from the inside of my lips. I reasoned that I’d still be okay if I kept my legs together but that wouldn’t be possible all the time. What the hell, if someone sees my pussy, so what? If I see someone looking at my pussy I’ll probably get horny, and I like horny. I lay on my bed, spread my legs and rubbed one out thinking about all the men who’s seen my pussy that day. As soon as I’d come down from my high I was fast asleep. *****

Sharon's Holiday Invitation by Isabella for Sarah &Rob in Kent Hi, my name is Sarah; I'd like to tell you this little story about my first holiday with an old school friend Sharon! I'm thirty-eight, married to Rob, forty, a great man, great father, great lover..... well, at forty he is still a great lover just not as often as he once was. We have two great kids, well behaved, doing great at school, not a moment's trouble, removes rose tinted spectacles. I had known Sharon at school; she was two years ahead of me at 'Our Lady of the Sacred Heart's School for Girls' in Maidstone in Kent. Sharon was head girl of her year, Captain of the Hockey them, plaid La Cross, Netball, Tennis, Participated in the track and field teams, and I had a huge crush on her to put it mildly. I had kept in touch with Sharon, I'm sure that she knew that I had the crush, but then I wasn't the only one, at school there was always a trail of younger girls following her around. Sharon was successful in business but always seemed to be alone, from the outset I knew that there would never be a man in her life, but I had assumed that there would be a woman at some point. Anyway, Rob was the kind of character that I loved, right off, the kind of man who would say yes to anything that I wanted to try, for example, one year I got the urge to try folk dancing, he hated folk music and he hated most of the people who seemed to be into folk music, but as soon as I told him I wanted to try it, we were signed in to a course of lessons at night school, he didn't mind doing it, but if he was going to do it, he was going to do it well, 'Just an example of the kind of man he was, but he was that way in everything he did!' Last year I got the urge to try a cruise, everyone we knew had started cruising and I would sit enraptured listening to their stories. Rob wasn't too keen on boats, he didn't like water and was as happy as Larry when they finally opened the Channel Tunnel and he could finally take the car over to the continent. Once again, as soon as I told him, he was all for it, just because it was what I wanted to do. Sharon dropped by on the spur of the moment, I had just received the information pack from the cruise company and was checking through it when she arrived, she was looking over my shoulder, "Why have you chosen room two-two-seven-five, you cheapskate?" I explained that it wasn't the cost, well; I knew that the cost was part of the issue, but as Rob was uncomfortable with sea travel, I had researched the ship, 'The Empress of India', and the rooms that moved least in rough seas were amidships on the second deck. "The outward leg from Southampton to the Caribbean is four days across the Atlantic Ocean, if it was even slightly rough that crossing can be hell!" "Mmmm, the Caribbean, now that sounds lovely, dam, I need a holiday!" Sharon bent the top of the letter I was reading from the cruise line company and took out her mobile phone and called the number, as the phone was ringing she covered the mouthpiece of her phone, "You wouldn't mind if I tagged along on your trip would you?" I shook my head. As I have already said, I had this massive crush on her s a child and the thought of spending a ten day holiday on the same boat as her did give me butterflies in my stomach. Even if Rob was there, well, Rob liked Sharon too, she was different to me, she actually came over as very masculine, short hair style did nothing to soften her appearance but then there was her breasts, she was skinny and very tall nut with disproportionately large breasts. My best features were my long and shapely legs and tight butt, the rest of me was packaged in a very sexy voluptuous body but I was shorter than Sharon, not that that was important. Sharon asked for a cabin with a balcony, she asked if the ship moored with one side to the dock usually, apparently the grand entrance was on the starboard side so they always tried to moor up with that side to the port. Sharon asked for a cabin on the port side so that when the ship was in the harbour she would be looking across the open water instead of at office blocks and factory buildings, she booked for one passenger and didn't care at all about the cost, just rattled off her credit card number to pay for the three thousand pounds. "Wasn't there someone you could have invited to share with? You know that two people sharing a cabin is only a few pounds more than a single person?" "Yes I know, but you are my only friend, and you are already going!" I wanted to ask why there wasn't a boyfriend or girlfriend but I stopped myself, I knew that she worked a six day week, probably close to eighty hours every week. I didn't know if it was one of those 'Catch Twenty-Two things', works too hard to have a lover or works too hard because she didn't have a lover! The kids, my wonderful children, well, my parents had taken our children on holiday with them for a week or two, every year since they were toddlers, the kids loved their time away from us with their grandparents who spent their holiday spoiling them, so much so that it took me three months after to beat them back into line, but the kids loved the holiday and Rob and I loved out time alone. On the day of our holiday, we met Sharon at Southampton docks; she had been working in the morning in London and almost had to miss the holiday because of a problem at work. Sharon had a bell-hop take her four large suitcases to her cabin, Rob and I were pointed across the ship to a lift and told to go down three decks, I got the feeling that what he wanted to say was, when your feet get wet, you're there. Well, disappointment wasn't the word, I needed to find a much stronger word than that, the room was small, dingy and dank, the beds, two single steel sided 'Cots' felt like they were stuffed with bags of cement, I sat on one bed and then looked at the floor, the carpet looked scruffy and threadbare but it looked like it would have been a dam sight more comfortable than the bed to sleep on. We just left the suitcases in the middle of the floor and headed up from beneath the waves, we had arranged with Sharon to have our evening meal in the stern restaurant so that we could watch England slip away behind us as we Left Southampton and headed for our four day trip south across the Atlantic, we expected to see nothing but ocean until we neared Florida, and then only if the sea was rough and the ship had to go close in to land for protection. On our way up to the seventh floor restaurant we stopped off at the guest services office, not to complain so much as to ask if there were any other cabins available on deck three or four. You might know it though, with our luck, the ship was totally full, it always was on the Southampton to Barbados leg of the cruise, all those people who wanted to go to the Caribbean but hated flying. The meal was lovely, leaving Southampton at twilight was so romantic, even if we were sharing that view with a third person, as we slipped past Portsmouth and began the slow turn southward to round the Isle of White. The food was fantastic, the service was definitely five stars, and the surroundings were opulent, for a few hours we totally forgot about the crappy room that I had chosen. After dinner, we went to the Piano bar to listen to a little light Jazz and have a drink, at nine o'clock we went to the concert room to see the early show and at ten o'clock we headed off to the Casino, Sharon was flagging at eleven o'clock, she had worked long hours to clear all of her work so that she could take this holiday and the long hours finally caught up with her. When she realised that Rob and I were not eager to return to our 'Cell' she looked very surprised, "I want to see your room before I go to bed please!" Sharon was disgusted when she saw and smelled our room, there was another thing too, the noise of the engine was all pervasive, there was a constant, teeth rattling. Vibration throughout the room, Sharon put her hand on the bed, "No wonder they had to make the bed so hard, any filling material would be shaken to the bottom and the springs would poke through in no time!" Sharon opened the door to our bathroom and just burst out laughing, "My bathroom is bigger than your whole cabin!" I was starting to get a little upset with Sharon, she had always had more money than us, she didn't have the expense of children either, I let my usual calm slip slightly, "Look here Shaz, we don't all have unlimited funds you know...." I was cut short by Sharon holding up her hands in surrender, she knew that I only called her Shaz when I was pissed at her, so not at all often, "I didn't mean anything by that comment, it's just, when was the last time you two slept in separate beds?" Rob said, "The night before our wedding!" "Exactly, now I know that it wouldn't be ideal, but I have this massive apartment on the eleventh floor, huge emperor sized bed, we could all bunk in together up there, it's a long way from the noise and vibration of the engine room!" I knew that Rob had always fancied Sharon, I also knew that it worried him, Sharon was, after all, more masculine than most men we knew, Rob was worried that, just because she had tits didn't really make her a woman, he worried that he may have slight homosexual tendencies for fancying her, so he fought the urge. "Look, we're all adults, you two could sleep down here, if you could actually sleep with all the noise and smells and the concrete beds or we could all just bunk in together in my room, learn to live with each other for ten days!" Rob's hand was already on the handle of our large suitcase, and he was starting to tilt it backwards on to its wheels, my stomach was doing back-flips, I didn't realise that I still had such deep feelings for Sharon, the old memories came flooding back, the old feelings, I had never actually acted on any of those feelings, well, not with anyone else, I remembered how I had once masturbated while running the picture in my mind of Sharon walking into the changing rooms after a rain swept Hockey match, she was covered in mud, she just strode into the room, Hockey stick over her shoulder, she stripped, right there in the middle of the room and walked into the showers, she was the only girl I had ever seen do that, most of us hid, we scuttled into the changing area, made ourselves as small as possible while we undressed, then hid behind towels, only becoming totally naked at the entrance to the showers. I had never seen anyone walk as tall and proudly as Sharon had done, I felt my face blush as I remembered bringing myself off to that mental video clip. Rob was at the door, case trundling behind him, Sharon called out, "Sarah, hay Sarah, you OK darling?" I shook my head, shook the image of me, on my bed, knees wide and raised, back arching off the bed. I had never replayed that day in my head, it had frightened me so much, it wasn't the first time I had masturbated but it was the first time I had driven myself beyond my orgasm, it felt at the time like I was going to go on frigging myself for the rest of my life thinking about Sharon. "Huh! What, sorry, no, I'm OK!" "You need a hand with anything?" I grabbed the smaller suitcase and my vanity case and followed on behind Rob, "You guys didn't even have a fridge in your cabin, where do they put your bottle of Champaign?" Sharon took us past the amidships elevators, took us closer to the bows, the lifts at that end of the ship were far more ornate than ours, one lift didn't have a call button, it had a room-key slot, Sharon slipped her key in the slot and the lift came down to our deck. "You guys will have to take the regular lift to the tenth and walk up the last flight of steps unless I can arrange more keys for you!" Sharon's room was palatial; her bed was larger than our whole cabin as was her bathroom, with a shower built for two, two huge wardrobes and two chests of draws. As it was midnight, Sharon suggested we just get our night clothes out of our case and leave the rest until morning. Rob and I both looked at each other, I knew my face was red but I hadn't expected to see that Rob had a hint of red in his cheeks too. "I see, you sleep naked too, I was going to slip a long t-shirt on but I know I won't sleep if I'm constricted like that!" Rob and I just looked at each other and shook our heads, I hadn't slept in a nighty since I was single, I don't think Rob had ever used pyjamas in his life. "Look, we're all adults, I'm sure that we've all seen naked bodies before, we'll just have to control our bestial urges!" Sharon was laughing now as she looked at our obvious discomfort. Rob asked if either of us girls wanted the bathroom, "Not tonight, I'll shower in the morning!" Sharon said, I shook my head too, "Well then, I'll go and use the bathroom while you two get into bed, just turn off the lights when you're in!" Rob popped into the bathroom and closed the door, I started to undress, I had my back to Sharon, boy was I glad that we girls didn't have the visual disadvantage that men had when they were turned on, my nipples were trying to give me away but that could also be the night chill in the room, Sharon had left the huge double doors open on to her private balcony. I had my back to Sharon but I needn't have bothered, I was looking straight at a four foot square mirror opposite the foot of the bed. I was looking intently at Sharon as she undressed behind me and she was staring at my back as I undressed. I had to stifle a gasp as Sharon stood there, totally naked, I was blushing so much that the red was reaching right down to my hips. I was naked, my left arm across my breasts and my right hand covering my lower hair, OK, I was staring at Sharon and that didn't bother me at all but seeing her staring back at me, that was making me feel uncomfortable, and the stance, she stood there, hands on her hips, legs slightly apart, head held high, she was making herself as big as possible and I was trying to make myself disappear, as small as possible. Sharon's breasts were amazing, if I hadn't known her for the last thirty something years I would have swore that they were silicone enhanced, then I realised that she was even more muscular than I had remembered from school, almost every muscle on her body was defined, she almost looked like a comedy body builder, well toned, well tanned but with elephantitus of the pectoral muscles. What I hadn't realised was, Sharon had taken to fitness training as a way of ridding herself of her frustrations of a loveless life. "Well?" Sharon's voice smashed through the silence between us, the way she was standing I thought she was asking what I thought of her body, "What?" "Well, shouldn't we get into bed and turn the light out?" I was jolted out of my frozen state, I turned, my embarrassment and discomfort was doubled now that I was looking straight at her body instead of at her reflection, she pulled the duvet back on the right side of the bed and moved slowly, almost cat like onto the bed, I went to the left side and dived under the covers as quickly as possible. It seemed to take an age for Sharon to finish getting into bed, I watched every movement from the security of the duvet, just getting into bed seemed to be like an act of love to Sharon, eventually she was in and under the covers and the light turned out. As soon as the room was in darkness the bathroom door opened and Rob ran into the room and took a flying leap onto the bed. If he had tried that in our own cabin he would have smashed his knee caps. Sharon whispered in my ear, "Well, I've never slept with anyone before, I don't know what the etiquette is, do we kiss good night, hug or just shake hands!" I didn't know what to do really, didn't know whether to laugh or jump out of bed and run. I turned slightly onto my right hand side to give Sharon a hug, her arm slipped under my neck and she gathered me into her arms, this was the closest I had ever been to another naked woman in my life, this was no quick hug, this was lingering, very lingering. "Hey, what's going on over there?" Rob whispered, "I'm just giving Sarah a goodnight hug!" "Oh, we should have done that before I got undressed!" "Don't be silly!" Sharon pushed me back on to my back and she began to slither her lithe body over mine. Her right knee straddled my hips, her abdomen pressing against mine, her belly against my belly, her breasts against mine and then her lips, brushing against mine, like the touch of a butterfly's wings. I gasped in a breath, my mind was on tilt, emotional overload was setting in, and then she slithered off the other side. I felt the bed move as Sharon turned to face Rob, I was both glad and sad that the sky was so cloudy over the Atlantic, that there was no moon, I could hear and feel the movement's but couldn't see a thing. I realised that I was slightly jealous, not that Sharon was mow pressing her body against my husband's body the way she had just pressed it against mine, the fact that they were kissing, again, not just a quick peck but it sounded like a full on kiss to me, no, I was jealous that Rob was touching Sharon, that really frightened me! "You naughty boy, you've wet my stomach now!" Sharon whispered as she rolled away from Rob, then she was back to me, she took my hand and placed a finger against the wet spot on her stomach, "Look what Rob did to me, I think he needs you to take care of something for him!" Then she giggled as she climbed back over my body, again, slowly, deliberately rubbing Rob's pre-cum from her belly and on to mine, again she kissed me gently as she crossed over my body. Rob was so turned on that he rolled over against my side, he prodded my hip with his cock, it was iron hard, felt longer and fatter than I could ever remember feeling it before, mind you, it had been a while since we last had sex, after so many years of marriage we just seemed to bumble along having sex on high days and holidays, and not particularly spectacular sex at that, from the feeling pressing against my hip and the feeling of the hot sticky pre-cum oozing from the eye of his cock, Rob was in the mood to make up for it right now, I was trying to push Rob away, he was pleading with me in almost silent whispers, he reached for my hand and wrapped my fingers around his cock and then started to fuck into my hand, shaking me from side to side and the rest of the bed at the same time. "Oh for god's sake you two, for Christ sake get on and fuck, get it over with so we can all get some sleep, it's not as if I can see anything and I do know that married people do it!" Rob didn't need telling twice and even if I had tried to stop him it would have been fruitless, he was on top and drilling for cum-oil, he was putting so much effort into his drilling that it was obvious that he was looking for a wild-cat strike. I was totally shocked and stunned that I was lying there allowing my husband to fuck me with Sharon just a few inches away. I was already well on the road to a memorable climax, Rob had forced my knees wide apart and my feet were pulled up slightly giving him the best possible access and me the deepest feeling possible, then I accidently bumped my right knee against Sharon, she reached down and gently stroked my knee, then I felt the bed bounce slightly more than rob was bouncing it and Sharon's face slipped right at the side of mine, as she kissed my cheek she slipped her thigh over my knee and I felt hot warm folds of flesh pressing hard against my bony knee-cap. As my own climax raced to volcanic proportions, Sharon started to gasp through her own orgasm, she got animated, she pushed Rob slightly, her face now replacing Robs above mine and as Rob was spurred on to even greater heights of speed and force Sharon lip locked me in deep and passionate kissing until I felt Rob's whole body jerking as his spunk fired off into my belly, he fell on top of me gasping for air, spent and sweating all over me, Sharon eased him off of me and her hand replaced Rob's cock, her palm pressing down on my pussy mound as her middle and third finger slipped into my cunt, she was crushing my knee under her own pussy, grinding her clitoris down hard against me as she drove me to even higher heights in my orgasm. I was so confused by the whole thing, I needed to talk through my feelings, needed to get my head around exactly what had just happened but it was almost two o'clock, Rob was already sleeping and both Sharon and I were totally spent, so we both went to sleep. The next time I moved it was eight o'clock in the morning, Rob was still sleeping, Sharon wasn't in bed, she was out on the balcony, totally naked out in the cool chill of the early morning sun, she saw me looking at her, "Mmmm, I love being naked outside, come and join me!" I slipped out of the bed and joined her on the balcony, she was totally naked, I had the towel that Rob had used the night before to wrap around my body, it was stupid I knew, there was no one who could see us for about four hundred miles but I wasn't ready to show my body off to the sun just at that moment. Sharon kissed me, unwrapped me, I tried to stop her but she was much stronger than me, at a guess she was stronger than Rob and me put together. Rob woke up as Sharon lifted my whole body off of the floor with two fingers in my pussy, her lips were fixed to mine, her tongue deep in my mouth, my full seven stone pressing down on my clitoris as Sharon shook my body rapidly forward and back, rocketing me to an instant orgasm. I knew that Sharon was looking at Rob as she drove me wild with her fingers even though my back was to my husband, don't ask how I knew, I just did. When Sharon had finished impressing Rob with Her show of strength, fitness and control over me, Sharon dropped me back on to the floor, "I'll go and get us a table, I'm sure that you two need a little privacy to discuss things!" Sharon slipped a simple oblong of material over her head, there was a slit for her head in the centre of it and each corner was caught together, just beneath her armpits there was a button on each side, I would rather have died than go out in public dressed in so little but she looked great in it. As soon as she left the room Rob was at me, he was once again hard as a rock and wanted to fuck, I had to refuse him for the first time in my life, I was far too sore for sex. "You can't leave me like this, it's cruel!" I got on the bed at his side, I took his cock in my hand and began to masturbate him, he was close in an instant, he pushed me onto my back and walked on his knees along my body, just as he was shooting off all over my tits and face Sharon opened the door, "Sorry, the maid saw me leaving the room and was coming down to make up the room, I needed to warn you or put the do not disturb sign on the door!" Sharon stood smiling as she watched me getting my facial and tits covered, "No need to stop her if you guys are finished now, come on, slip some clothes on and come to breakfast!" We ate breakfast, Sharon had almost every man in the restaurant drooling over the way she was dressed and almost every woman hating her for the same reason. Rob spent most of the time dripping food down himself because he couldn't take his eyes off of her either he even asked me, while Sharon went off to look for some chocolate muffins at the buffet counter, if I had ever thought of dressing like that in public. "Only in your dreams buster!" Was the only response I could think of, of course Rob had an advantage over the rest of the men in the restaurant, he wasn't wondering how little Sharon had on under her strange poncho, he knew that there was nothing on under it at all. After breakfast we wandered around the ship looking for somewhere to sit and chat or whatever, Cruise ships are massive and have dozens of different rooms to sit in to read, drink, chat or play cards, there was usually tons of space on the ship during the day as people were usually ashore but on this cruise, we were all forced to wander the ship because no one could get off the ship for four days, until we reached Barbados. We reached the pool deck eventually, I found two unoccupied loungers, they weren't next to each other of course, that would be too much to hope for. Rob was chatting to two guys, I had a half thought that he might have been bragging about spending the night in bed with both of us but that was just my fantasy. Rob came over, "These two men are looking for a fourth to play cribbage with them in the games room, so if you two don't mind, I'll be over there with them!" Sharon wasn't impressed with the crowded sundeck or swimming pool at all, "I need to do some serious sunbathing!" She said, I pointed out the two loungers; she shook her head, "Too crowded by far here, come with me!" My hand was grabbed, Sharon towed me over to the bar and got two half pint glasses, one full of rum, the other full of coke, we picked up a whole lemon from the breakfast fruit display and headed back up to the eleventh floor. At the room, I was dispatched to the ice machine outside the steward's pantry, when I returned, Sharon had swapped the table and chairs from the balcony with the mattress off of her huge bed, the mattress fitted out on the balcony as if it had been made for it. Two towels were spread out over the bed and Sharon stripped her poncho off, she forced me to undress too, much against my will, I was willing to get into a swimsuit or even a bikini but I really didn't want to go nude. I was given a bottle of sun oil, Sharon asked me to oil her body, it took an age because she insisted that I oiled every nook and cranny of her body, then she did the same for me. "Having the sun on my body always makes me horny, and I hate to masturbate alone!" With that, Sharon leaped on my body and started to fuck me, she was on top, her left leg between my thighs, she encouraged me to raise my left knee, then as she humped her cunt against my raised knee and her left thigh was crushing down on my pussy. Now this is just an observation but when you fuck with a man, you know that there is an end game, he will fuck for an unspecified time but once he shoots and scores, you know that it's all over, as soon as his swimmers have left the starting blocks, he's ready to turn over and break into snoring. I started to orgasm at ten thirty in the morning and was still gasping for air at one o'clock, another difference between straight sex and lesbian sex, in straight sex only one partner has multiple orgasms, chained one on the end of another, Sharon and I were both gasping and verbalising our pleasure for the whole two hours. I just hoped that our neighbours on either side of the cabin were out or they would have been forced to complain. Rob opened the door just after one o'clock, he was hungry, he could have gone off to lunch on his own but I was really glad that he came to the cabin instead, I was glad because it was probably the only reason Sharon stopped fucking me. I was totally spent, forgive the pun, I was fucked. I couldn't believe my eyes, Sharon had climaxed just as often as I had, she had put far more effort into the act than I had, she had taken the dominant role, and the fact that she was still ticking over, still looking for more sex. Sharon was really disappointed that I wanted to stop, wanted to shower and head off for food, I threw a comment at her, "If you still need more, why don't you fuck him while I shower!" There was a wicked glint in Sharon's eye and as I walked to the bathroom I saw her wrestle Rob down on to the mattress out on the balcony and start to fuck him. They were still going at it when I finished drying and dressing for lunch. Rob was the first man that Sharon had ever had sex with, mind you, from where I was standing it looked more like a fight than a fuck. Sharon kept trying to dominate Rob and Rob preferred to be in charge during sex, I heard Rob started to get close to his climax, "Rob, don't cum in her, she won't have protection!" I was too late, Rob was already filling her loving cup to the brim. Rob and Sharon showered together and dressed, this time Sharon was dressed slightly more appropriately, as we walked down the passageway towards the lift Sharon had linked her arm in mine, "You shouldn't have let Rob cum in you, he could make you pregnant!" "Your warning was too late; he had already filled me once before you got out of the shower!" In the lift Sharon kissed me on the lips, full on, fully passionately, then she kissed Rob the same way, then there was a thoughtful look on her face for a moment, well, between floors nine and six roughly, "No real difference, I had thought that kissing a man would be far less exciting than kissing a woman but there is no difference. I'll have to check you both out together tonight and see which one of you is the better fuck!" Part 2 Sharon's lunch consisted of a chef's salad with Evian water, Rob and I both had beef burgers with fries, I had a coke with mine and Rob had a beer. Sharon asked if she could borrow our cabin key, Rob wanted to go to the casino, at two o'clock they were having a video derby where they ran films of old horse races from America, the races were all on an oval track, there were just six horses in every race and they never used any names, just the numbers, one to six, you placed your bet before you saw the trap positions of the horses. Like everything on the ship it was timed to perfection, starting at two o'clock and running until three forty-five, giving fifteen minutes for people to get from the casino to the aft deck where one of the chef's would be doing fruit carving and another was ice carving. Rob more or less broke even at the derby but decided that he needed a rest after the late night so we were going to go back to Sharon's cabin, that was if we could get in, we just had to hope that she was there. To get to the cabin, or should I say suite, was a bit of a trek, we had been sitting almost directly below the room, on deck nine, the lift that went to the eleventh deck was just ten feet from us but because we didn't have a key we couldn't use it. Instead, we had to weave our way to the amidships stairwell, then climb to the eleventh floor, then we had to dodge the steward, just in case he remembered that we didn't belong up with the gods. Sharon's key was already in the lock in her cabin door, all we had to do was lift it and push it down again to unlock the door. Rob and I fell through the door and there, out on the balcony, the mattress still covering the floor was a very naked Sharon and an equally naked female cleaner rolling around together out in the sunshine. We were about five hundred miles south of Southampton so the sun was really starting to heat up. The cleaner literally shit herself when Rob and I walked in on them but Sharon calmed her down, she also kept a tight hold on her as the cleaner tried to get away, Sharon convinced me to get undressed too and the three of us had sex while Rob, also naked by now, sat on a comfortable seat and masturbated as we girls all played together. Rob gave off the tell-tale signs that he was close to cumming, Sharon jumped to her knees and launched herself at him, she got her mouth over his cock just as he fired off, she took every last drop of my husband's cum in her mouth before returning to the maid and I and 'snowballed' both of us. Rob loved that as Sharon made a big thing of showing Rob exactly what she was doing. Eventually the maid managed to escape Sharon's clutches; she dressed quickly and almost ran from the room, stopping only once to look back at the three of us still naked. Rob took turns at oiling both Sharon and I to prevent us burning in the hot sun and Sharon lavished oily attention on Rob too, we roasted until the sun went down, then all three of us slipped into the shower together and we dressed to go to dinner. As Sharon checked the door was locked she handed Rob and I two keys to her room, we gave her a strange look, "I kidnapped the captain, I dragged him down to your room and promised him that I was going to run an article with full colour pictures of your cabin if he didn't move you up to share my room with me, so it's official now, you guys can bunk in with me all legal and above board!" After dinner, a show and some R&B music in the salon, Sharon made good her promise and fucked Rob and I, one after the other, and then did a second and third rotation before Rob and I were too tired to carry on. I felt like I had dipped out slightly though, I did get to watch the man I love performing masterfully on my best friend but I didn't get a turn at him, Sharon was being a little greedy like that sometimes. In the morning we were close to the Canaries, a storm in mid Atlantic had forced the captain to divert slightly but at least it gave us the chance to see a little land in the distance. The four days at sea were like a fuckfest, Sharon was insatiable, not only did she wear me and Rob out with her constant sexual demands, she had five other women, all married, all willing to slip away from their husband's for a little girl on girl action with a very sexy lady. She also had sex with several men, not passengers though, she went for crew, she did make them all wear condoms though. On the morning that we docked in Barbados we had actually slept out on the balcony all night because it was so hot. It was strange waking up in port, the ship had, as it had been expected, docked with the starboard side to the dock but because of the port layout, the balcony wasn't facing out to sea but rather to another ship moored just a hundred feet away, it's sundeck lined with people looking out over the edge of out balcony, hundreds of people were watching as I woke up, there was a cheer as I sat up, I searched in desperation for something to hide myself from the throng but there was nothing so I had to just suck it up and run for the cover of the cabin, leaving Sharon and Rob in the mattress cuddling each other as they slept. Once I was safely under the cover of the curtains I shouted to Rob and Sharon to warn them that they were being watched. I threw two towels out onto the bed so that Sharon and Rob could cover up before getting out of sight but I only needed to throw one out really, Sharon was perfectly happy to stand up, the cheering turned to wolf whistles and whooping from the men on the sundeck opposite. Sharon was so much of an exhibitionist that she actually took a bow for her fans. I was really glad that no one on the ship opposite would be in our restaurant for breakfast, there were a lot of murmurings around the other tables as to why so many people on the ship opposite were going mad over the railings, they had worked it out that something had been happening on deck eleven, port side and they even had a range of three of four possible cabins, the room went quiet when Sharon ordered a drink and said our cabin number out loud instead of just silently slipping the waiter the room key like she usually did. We had booked a trip on a catamaran, the island of Barbados had three hundred and sixty-five churches, one tour was a bus trip to look at some of the better churches, the lecture on the island that we had attended the evening before we docked had shown us pictures of Anglican churches that had been built in the grounds of Catholic churches, almost semi-detached churches. They also said that on Sundays, churches staggered their service times, one doing ten o'clock to ten forty-five, the next doing eleven o'clock to eleven forty-five and a third in the same area would be twelve o'clock to twelve forty-five, just so the mothers could take their children from one service to the next and then on to the third. The tour on the catamaran was ostensibly a sunbathing and sightseeing tour, the dramatic Atlantic coastline of Barbados, no stopping off points, all the rum you could drink and three hours bouncing on a very rough sea. Sharon asked the skipper of the boat if she could sunbathe in the nude, he announced that the rear deck of the boat would be nudist and the foredeck and the net that was strung between the two outrigger hulls would be for the bikini bathers. I wanted to head off to the foredeck but Sharon dragged me off to the after deck. The boat had a crew of four, all very black, all very large, all very muscular, Sharon checked her handbag, "Thank god I brought the ten pack of condoms with me today!" Sharon directed Rob to go to the front of the boat, and so it was just Sharon and I that stripped off at the back of the boat and settled down to sunbathing under the watchful eye of the skipper of the boat. It took less than ten minutes for a second crewman to join the skipper on the bridge, one guy was in the lower cabin mixing drinks and sticking small sausages on cocktail sticks for the snacks, the fourth man was out on the foredeck passing out drinks to the bikini-clad girls up front, I watched at the skipper nudged the man sitting at his feet looking at Sharon and I as we lay there. I thought he was being told to get back to work, in a way he was, he stripped off his clothes and brought a pitcher of rum to us on the sundeck. As he got close to us his cock started to wake up, he was typical of the reputation that West Indians had for the size of his cock, Sharon offered me a condom and asked if I wanted 'first dibs' on the crew, I shook my head, "I'm not interested in other men thanks for the offer!" Sharon took the rum and offered the guy a condom wrapped in silver foil. My mouth dropped wide open as he struggled to roll the condom down his massive cock. Sharon had been technically a virgin just four days earlier and now I was watching as she took her fifth man in. He really had to struggle to get his cock in her; he almost ended up pushing her off of the aft deck he had to use so much force to get it in her. I was torn between watching my friend under a huge Negro man and looking up at the skipper as he struggled to keep the boat on course as he was distracted by his friend getting some. The four men took turns, rotating between fucking Sharon and doing the job they were paid to do. The used condoms were dropped on the deck at my feet, by the time we were running back into the docks to more up against our ship, I counted eight rubbers full of white cream at my feet. I dressed at the outer harbour buoy but Sharon was still naked as the catamaran tied up alongside our cruise ship. There was a huge door in the side of the ship which was opened to let us board, as we hadn't actually stepped ashore we didn't need to clear customs before returning to our ship. We set sail for Dominica at dusk, we went to the 'sail-away' party and everyone was looking at us, well, more looking at Sharon than all three of us, the whispers were running wild and Sharon loved every second of it. We got a good night's sleep for the first time in five nights, eight fucks with men who had flag poles for cocks had finally settled Sharon down a little. Rob asked me if I had let any of the black men fuck me, I just took his hand and placed it between my legs, he slipped a finger in me, I was soaking wet but 'unstretched', Sharon wouldn't be able to say that. I had made the standard schoolgirl geography error when it came to Dominica, I had mixed it up with Dominican Republic, the first was a tiny island with only eighty thousand population, the other was part of the island of Hispaniola, conservative population estimation, thirty-three million in the Haiti one third of the island and eleven million in the Dominican Republic two thirds. Seventy percent of the population of the United Kingdom, so that island wasn't so small. The trip we had booked on Dominica took us to the Carib-indian reservation and then on to a beach where they still fished in the same way that the aboriginal people of the Caribbean had been doing for over three thousand years, two young black men, using a gill net just off the beach and one swimming out to frighten the fish into the net before hauling it up onto the beach to empty it. There was also a young American girl there, a peace-core volunteer who was carrying out a study of the fishing; she was also acting as a guide, explaining what was happening. The girl was very pretty, she had the attention of all of the men as well as Sharon, she was working in a very skimpy, French cut bikini. The men hung their nets out to dry in the sun and then they took our guide off to the sea, Sharon was standing at the water's edge, she suddenly became excited, "Dolphin!" she shouted out, pointing out into the bay. The driver of our bus became a little excited too, he called us all to the bus, "We got to go or you'll miss your boat!" I thought it was a little stupid of him really; everyone wanted to snap off some pictures of the dolphin especially when one of the fishermen took a hand full of fish out to his partner who was holding our guide out in the deep water. We were all rushed onto the bus but Sharon was still at the water's edge, seemingly taken by the dolphin and its antics out in the bay. I zoomed in my camera through the bus window, it looked like the dolphin was rushing at the girl, turning and hitting her in the back with its abdomen before taking a fish and rushing off out to sea before repeating the process. The driver closed the doors of the bus and started to move off, forcing Sharon to run up the beach to get on the bus.. I kept my camera focussed on the three people in the sea, it looked like something distinctly odd was happening in the bay between the two men, the girl and the dolphin, but that would be a story for a different page. Interesting fact about Dominica, it is the size of the Isle of White, it had five mountains and because of all those mountains, thay have three hundred and sixty-five rivers, they are also one of the poorest islands in the Caribbean, main exports, small bananas and drinking water.

Sophie Digitally Naked in School by Executionus Part 9: I looked around in the auditorium seating area trying to locate Jerry and the freshman boy Haylee knew who was supposed to secretly be on my side who was tasked with luring Jerry here, but I couldn't see anyone in here at first. It was only when I looked towards the stage itself that I saw the two boys, both frozen in awe from my sudden appearance through the right-side door to the outside. Jerry was standing there, looking as poser-hood as usual despite being a gamer boy...and 14. Of course, I was expecting him. What threw me for a loop was the other boy with him: Ben, the cute and sweet freshman Sophie met in the computer lab earlier today! I guess Haylee knew him all along. I smile inside at this lucky break, because I already had this feeling that I could trust Ben after our conversation earlier. I mean, he had no idea that was me, but still. Ben called Minka his dream girl earlier, and I knew that he meant it. He would do anything to earn Minka's approval, and Minka's kiss, and I was more than willing to give him both and more if this all worked out in the end. Ben broke the silence "Oh my God, it really is you!" Jerry then added "Sweet! I heard people saying your name was Minka. So why is somebody so fine dating Arnold's dumb ugly sister anyway? Like, you could do WAAAY better" So you have chosen death. Brutal, merciless death. You don't know that yet, but you have. I notice a look of shock and sadness hit Ben's face, though. The poor boy looks heartbroken from hearing that Minka was taken. I felt myself filled with a strong desire to fix that ASAP to keep Ben on my side, but also because half of the reason I was even here was to split Sophie and Minka as far apart as possible. "First of all" I responded in a very intense version of my Minka voice and accent "Sophie Vos is just my friend, we're not dating. I'm actually single just for the record. Second of all, you are never to speak that way about her or any of my other friends ever again." Jerry threw up his hands "Or else what? Ok so Arnold was being such a chicken shit all freaking day about it, afraid of you catching us, but I guess now you finally figured it out so there's no point being quiet. Yeah, I leaked your shit, and now every guy in school has seen your tits, ass, and vag. Don't be a snowflake about it. You WANTED everyone to look, that's why you posed for those pictures in the first place. You sent them to Arnold's sister, who you're not even dating apparently. She probably wasn't even the only chick you sent them to. Don't pretend to be some modest virgin now. We all deserved to have a look instead of just letting other girls hog it." The fact that I actually AM an extremely modest virgin seems almost like a distant memory to both the Minka and Sophie parts of my brain, but it's still real and deep down my brain knows it. Deep down I want to go back to hiding in my big clothes, never taking them off again even for bathing purposes. I'll just take showers in jeans and sweat shirts from now on. I'll find a way to make that work somehow. Before I could say any form of comeback, Ben yelled out "Dude! You leaked Minka's pictures all over the school WITHOUT her consent. Don't you see what a bitch move that was?" I was taken aback a little bit by Ben defending my honor like that, especially since it honestly sounded very sincere. I personally witnessed just how much my pictures meant to him earlier today, and yet hearing that they were leaked against my will has actually made this horny young boy angry on my behalf even if he benefitted from the leak. He really is such a sweetheart clearly. Jerry fired back "It's just pictures, man, and I'm tired of every girl in this school being a dike and flashing each other while not letting us guys ever see anything. This way we all got to see her naked. You know, share the wealth. It's like the Fappening! What's the big deal? You were staring at her pics too, Ben" Being called out like that led Ben to close up and stop talking back, as if the guilt was suddenly getting to him. He had such a pitiful look on his face, like he felt really bad about seeing me naked now. I didn't like that at all, this wasn't his fault. I mean I do hate that everyone has nude pictures of me, hate it with every drop of enraged blood in my veins. But still, if I'm going to be naked for the whole damn school anyway, he should get to enjoy himself to me just like everyone else. That's nothing to feel guilty about. I understand being lost in horniness better than anyone else in this stinking school. I yelled out "Ben's allowed to look at my pictures now that they're out in public. He's cute, I like when cute boys admire me. This isn't his fault, it's yours!" Ben blushed bright red and looked at the floor when I called him cute, which honestly made him look even more cute than before. Jerry then shrugged and told me "Whatever. I still say that if you had a good dicking from a real man that you wouldn't be into girls any more." Bingo! That's exactly the opening that I needed. I start walking up the short stairway to the stage while responding "Oh, a real man's dick huh? Is that you? No seriously, tell me Jerry boy...do you have the equipment required to pull me over to the straight side?" As I got closer, he became visibly more nervous "Well...yeah. If you slept with me, you'd be all-in on craving dick. No girl would be able to satisfy you any more" I walked right up to him now "Bold words, because I know a few VERY talented girls that you would need to upstage. But seeing as how we are literally standing on a stage, maybe I can give you a chance to back up your promises...as long as they're not empty promises." Ben suddenly asked "Whoa, what are you doing? Why are you hitting on HIM?" in a way that showed he wasn't comfortable with this at all. Ben was looking a little flustered by me giving Jerry all this attention despite Jerry being so mean to me where he had been so nice. He's right, there's no reason that Minka should be making such an offer to Jerry with a cute sweetheart like Ben standing right there, but this was needed for my plan to get revenge on Jerry. I just couldn't let Ben know that without tipping off Jerry, but I still couldn't bring myself to basically betray Ben completely like that. I had to do something fast to make this right. I quickly switched over to Ben, walking right in front of him "Sweet sexy Ben, I haven't forgotten about you, not one single bit. I just need to see if the big talker can back up his words first, or if he will chicken out. You get something he doesn't, though...specks of green on your lips" I then shocked both boys when I kissed Ben. Ben froze, afraid of touching me with his hands in any way during the kiss, which was adorable in a way. I used my hands to wrap his arms around my waist, then wrapped mine around his chest. I could almost hear the sound of his heart beating up against my breasts, and I made sure to press them against his chest as firmly as I could. Ben's kissing style was extremely timid, letting me control every bit of it. It occurred to me halfway through that this might actually be his first kiss ever! When that thought hit me, I realized that I had an obligation to make sure that this was very memorable for him in a positive way. I wanted to make him feel that he did good, that he wowed me, as a boost to his confidence and to make him happy. It took me a few seconds to think up a good idea for that, and then I released a sexy little moan inside of his mouth while we kissed! I wouldn't call it "faked" but it was something I did on purpose, since even Jay's wild kiss earlier didn't actually force a moan out of me. But still, he deserved that feeling of sexual conquest in this moment. Finally I broke the kiss, leaving Ben bright red with a look of pure bliss on his face (and indeed, specks of green on his lips). I then walked back to Jerry "As for you...we're on a stage right now. It's actually a fantasy of mine to have sex on a stage, even if there isn't an audience watching us. Consider this your audition, big talker. Let me see what you're working with! Take it off, take it ALL off for me, boy. If I like what I see, then you 'get the part in this play', if you get my drift." Jerry stepped backwards "Wait what? I'm not..." I interrupted him "You were the one who said that I needed a good dicking from a real man. That requires me seeing your dick first, boy. Don't be a wussy, you've seen my pussy. This is your one and only chance, you will not get another one. Are you going to chicken out and go back to jerking off to my pictures when you could've had the real thing?" The use of "boy" when I addressed him and targeting his manhood were both deliberate, as I needed to make him feel emasculated enough to actually take my dare and strip naked right here right now on the school stage. The fact that somebody else could walk in here at any time was not lost on any of the three of us. The only way that he was going to actually go through with this was if I got him horny for me while also insinuating that him refusing my offer made him less of a man. Teenage boys will do literally anything to prove how manly they are. I could see on Jerry's face that he was considering it. Jerry stammered "How..how do I know...that you'll actually fuck me after? Like, how do I know you won't chicken out after getting to see me naked?" I smiled cockily "You don't. That's the point, this is an audition. You only get the part if I'm impressed with your dick. Not going to lie, boy, you're showing some real little dick energy over here by hesitating when a perfect 10 is offering you the chance to have her pussy milk every drop of sperm from your cock right here right now. Usually when I tell a MAN to strip for me, they do it without complaining. Are you a man or a boy?" The look on Ben's face told me that he had figured out my plan now, at least this part of it. Jerry then shouted "I'm a man! I'm just not an idiot. Y..you..you need to get naked too. If you do it, then I will!" I wasn't acting when I replied "Excuse me?" in a voice of pure bewilderment. Jerry was shaking with nervousness so much that I could easily see it as he commanded "You first! That way..I know I can..trust you. I'm not taking anything off until you do!" This was ridiculous. I wasn't wanting a negotiation over here. Offering sex really should have worked better than it did, but Jerry is visibly terrified at the thought of letting me see his dick. It's like he made the offer to me not expecting me to take it, like this was his way out while saving face. He's obviously very shy about his body, way more than the average teenage boy. I was starting to wonder if my "little dick energy" comment was more accurate than I was expecting it to be, and if it had hit a nerve in him when I said it. The whole point of this exercise was to humiliate Jerry though, and if he really is THAT ashamed of girls seeing his naked weiner then everything I do here will be worth it as long as I get pictures of it to share with everyone. I guess I have no choice but to call his bluff. "Ugh, fine." I groan "But here's the rule: If I take something off, you have to take it off too, period. No excuses. If you chicken out I am telling the entire school what a loser you are." I could see fear in his eyes mixed with arousal. The fear actually seemed the stronger reaction, which is crazy when a girl just offered to strip naked for him. Now I really couldn't wait to see just how tiny his precious peen really was to fill him with this level of terror. Wait...holy crap, did I just talk myself into STRIPPING NAKED IN FRONT OF TWO BOYS, ONE OF WHICH I'M ATTRACTED TO? Oh God, why did I do that? I mean I flashed my tits earlier, but that was only a few seconds, and it was just my top. Am I going to have to get fully completely naked? And I'm standing on a stage, a PUBLIC stage where anybody could walk in and catch me! There is a whole horde of students outside trying to hunt me down and find me. What if all of them check inside of here? What if dozens of boys all catch me completely naked? They'd see everything I have...which I guess they already did, but this would be IN PERSON. And what if they did more than just look.... I would be defenseless! Shit shit shite, I can't do this. Just thinking about going this far is making me feel light-headed. I need to back out now before I go too deep. Revenge isn't worth humiliating myself too, is it? I notice my hands grabbing the hem of my skimpy halter top. I don't remember telling them to grab it, it's like I'm on auto-pilot again. Minka. The part of me that is Minka is trying to give me the courage I need to go through with this. I have to do this, I have no choice. It's the only way to make Jerry pay. I have to strip naked for him...and also Ben. Grrr, thinking about me stripping naked in front of Ben is filling my head with LOTS OF UNHELPFUL HORNY THOUGHTS right now. I am very careful when taking my shirt off, making sure to not mess up my make-up. The last thing I need is Jerry recognizing me as Sophie after all of this crap. When my shirt hits the floor, baring my tan bra to the boys, both of them openly stare with their mouths open. I glance at my own chest and it suddenly occurs to me that this color is called a "nude" bra because of how it matches my natural skin color, making me look extremely topless right now even if I'm actually not. I assume a very dominant stance and point at Jerry "There. Now take yours off, hurry up." I glanced over at Ben and then suddenly words escaped my mouth without me consciously saying them "You too if you want, sexy sweetheart" Wow I did not mean to say that out loud! I actually blush a little bit from embarrassment, and then I accidentally let myself smile big when Ben suddenly takes off his shirt and bares that thin-but-ripped chest for me. That boy may be a little short and skinny, but there is like ZERO fat on those abs! Rawr. He's looking very shy and nervous, but he didn't hesitate at all. The sight is very yummy. Oh my God, IS HE GOING TO STRIP NAKED FOR ME TOO? Oh crap oh crap, my brain has been FAR too horny today to be able to withstand it if Ben takes it all off for me. No no no, that's too much. I would lose control, that would be bad. Minka may act experienced but I am a VIRGIN over here! Nobody, not one guy or girl has ever actually stripped naked for me before, never ever never. I fantasize about it all day and all night, I can't even pay attention in school because I'm imagining my classmates stripping naked for me. I want this so bad. I was ok with Jerry because I'm not attracted to him and this was just business towards my revenge. But Ben? WOOF!! And...and I would be naked at the same time. We would be naked TOGETHER! Oh God oh God oh God oh God. I have to stop this before he loses any more clothes, before my pussy gets any wetter, and before my brain fries any more.... I open my mouth to tell him to stop as I say "Mmm, delicious. You're more than welcome to keep playing the game with us all the way to the end" Wait, goddamnit! That's not what I was supposed to say! Argh. I'm too horny to tell him to stop. I want to see it all, everything my sexy sweet freshman has hidden under there. Bah. I guess I just have to roll with it. I turn towards Jerry after a few seconds of blatant admiring of Ben, and his shirt has finally come off too. He's wearing a wifebeater undershirt though, so he isn't completely topless like Ben is. That doesn't work with my plan so I tell Jerry "Lose the second shirt too, come on. Be like Ben" Jerry, shaking like crazy, replies "You have to lose yours first! That..w..way we're all t..topless" I was about to say something in response, but he's right. His wifebeater is basically the equivalent to a bra for guys. In for a penny in for a pound.... I reach behind by back to unhook my bra. Oh my God this is so scary! I'm about to go topless IN SCHOOL! ON A STAGE! Minka may consider this some fetish of hers, but Sophie considers this a nightmare. Sophie's worst nightmare ever to be honest. My bra is unhooked, but I just can't bring myself to take it off. Sophie doesn't want these two boys to see me topless, to see my little super-hard nipples standing here. Minka though wants these boys to stare, wants the boys to get hard for me. Minka wants to SEE their hardness in person like two little trophies that I earned. Sophie wants to faint and die right now, or at least run away screaming. Minka thinks Sophie is being weak and needs to own her sexiness already. I have to decide which girl I am now, I can't be both at once. I keep falling back into Sophie because Minka is a front. I need to EMBRACE her now. I can't be Sophie acting like Minka. I need to fully transform, no longer holding anything back. I need to become the kind of powerful woman who would stand nude on a stage in front of the entire school and let them all watch as I used my fingers to get off from their eyes on my skin! I have to chant the command inside my head and MEAN IT this time. Sophie no more My name is Minka I am Minka and Minka alone Until the make up leaves my face NOT ONE MOMENT SOONER! The wave of sexy badass energy flows through me. God, this is like turning Super Saiyan, I feel 50x more powerful instantly. I rip the bra off of my chest confidently, holding it outward to my side and dangling it in the air a few seconds. I wiggle my chest and my arm a little bit to be a tease before dropping the bra to the ground. I'm topless, topless in school, and I feel ALIVE! My nipples point outwards. I angle my chest in such as way as to make one nipple point towards each boy, as a neat little way of claiming my dominance over them. They know it. They know that I am in charge here. I don't even talk, I just stare a hole in Jerry until his undershirt hits the floor too. I'm pissed off at the little bastard, but part of me isn't sad about seeing his chest. It's not bad, although not as nice as Ben's firm definition. Mmm Ben. Somehow my brain was hit with the unstoppable urge to make a specific comment, which I just blurt out because fuck restraint "Yummy yummy! Ben and Jerrys sure is tasty...and I don't mean the ice cream" Hehe. Sophie would've cringed at that line, but she can't tell me what to say anymore. Besides, both boys blush and giggle from it. Pickup line successful. And to think, this is only the beginning of this stage play. By the time the curtain falls, both of these boys will be naked for me...I can feel it. Part 10: I can't wait to see how the rest of this goes...all three of us are going to be naked in no time, and I'm getting those pictures! Man, I should get pictures of Ben's body and special anatomy too, even if those aren't shared. Those will be mine, and I will treasure them like a winning lottery ticket! Not wasting any more time, I place my hands on the waistband of my skirt. Their eyes light up, realizing that the skirt is going down too. God this is fun, every sweat drop on their blushing faces is like a point for me...and I'm going for the high score! I'm not saying anything, just letting my actions speak for themselves. I unhook the latch and then inch my waistband down slowly, dramatically alternating between my left hand and my right, and sometimes pulling upwards instead of down just to be mean. Neither boy blinks the entire time. I need to finish this up in style, remaining the dominant one. I know just the trick.... I part my legs wide as I pull my skirt down my thighs, finally showing off my entire panties for the horny boys. My only regret is that I'm not wearing sexy panties like Jay was earlier (just basic green hipsters), but at the start of this day I had NO IDEA that any boy was going to see them. Maybe next time, if there is one. Either way, I let go of my panties, and with the waistband unhooked they are only being held up on my thighs by the fact that my legs are parted. I pose for my audience for a couple seconds before I take two steps forward, bringing my legs together and allowing the skirt to drop to the ground beneath me effortlessly. I walk out of it without missing a beat, as if I just walked myself half naked. The result is priceless and both boys are speechless. I sound as cocky as humanly possible when I ask "Excuse me, why are there still pants on boys?" Ben quickly pulls his jeans to the ground, shaking the entire time. He's wearing grey briefs that are noticeably FILLED right now, bulging like crazy. It looks like it barely fits in there, stretching out so so much. Benny has D, that's for sure! God he's so embarrassed to be standing here in his underwear though, blatantly hard for me, and that's just adding to his overall adorableness. His hands are alternating between covering up his bulge and moving aside, like he can't decide which choice to make. I'm positive that this is the first time that he's ever stripped this far for a girl, any girl. And here I am, his dream girl, drinking in every drop of his gorgeousness. He is trembling with nervousness and shyness but still he did it without hesitating, unlike Jerry. I look at Ben, openly ogling him with my mouth open "God, you STUD! Couldn't find a tighter pair of undies? I love it, you're such a tease. Tease me if you must, but you better please me too" Ben had to look away a little bit from his shyness, since my eye contact was overpowering him, but he smiled very brightly from my compliments. HA! Two can play at the "make somebody blush with compliments" game. Jerry meanwhile, jealous of Ben getting all of my attention, finally jerked down his own pants. Once they were off, I got a good look at his white briefs. Honestly I couldn't believe that he was actually wearing tighty whiteys, since even I knew that boys are supposed to switch to something else by high school. Beautiful Ben had grey briefs, a thousand times more sexy of a color than white. I also couldn't help but notice that the fill difference was tremendous between the boys. Jerry's "glass" was only half full, so to speak, even though he's clearly rock hard for me. I knew it! I knew it I knew it I knew it! Jerry is acting this shy and embarrassed about stripping because his privates are teeny tiny and he's ashamed about that. Ha, perfect. Wonderful. This revenge is going to be SO GOOD! "Very nice" I lie "Now if only you could be a little quicker on the stripping, like your friend over here. After all, I want to see all of you, taste all of you, and if you're lucky I might even feel all of you...inside of me. Are you boys ready for the final reveal?" Ben immediately shouts "Yes ma'am!" Jerry, meanwhile, barely mutters a "Y..yeah" Oh wait...problem. If Ben strips his underwear first after I drop my panties, then Jerry might chicken out at the end because of the clear size difference between the two boys. That would ruin my whole plan. I have to do something about that, even if it hurts me deeply in my soul...and my groin. "Now Ben" I command with a finger on his bare chest "You have been first this whole time, which I have loved, but for this last item I want Jerry to go first instead. It's not fair that he keeps waiting on you to go first. So when I get fully and completely naked standing right here in front of you, you just have to stand there and deal with...Big Ben...straining desperately to be free for me until I finally give you my permission to release him. Is that ok?" Ben, trembling and sweating like a death row inmate on chair day, nervously answered "Y..yes ma'am!" Honestly I'm digging the "ma'am" thing, so I hope he keeps calling me that. "And Jerry" I announced while putting a finger on his chest now "No backing out. My panties are about to come down, adding to my clothes pile. And when they do, your undies join them. Am I clear?" Jerry, trembling, mumbled "M..maybe we should stop. This is going too far now!" I then whispered in his ear "We're not stopping until your cum drips from my pussy, not one second sooner." Wooo, you should've seen the immediate change in his entire face when I whispered that to him. I'm sure Ben was wondering what I just said, because Jerry stiffened up immediately and looked like he was about to fall over in shock. He finally had the look on his face of someone willing to get naked for me. It was about freaking time! I grabbed my panty waistband, making eye contact with both boys as I started to lower them. Sophie would be having a heart attack right now, frantic with shame and embarrassment about baring her most private place to two boys. She'd be screaming internally for me to stop this. Of course, she can't tell me what to do anymore, since Minka is in the driver's seat of this body now. The boys are staring at my hairless mound as it comes into view, but I make sure to stop with my waistband just barely about my lips in order to tease them. I then turn around, showing both boys my smooth butt as the panties start going down again. I keep my legs straight as I pull them slowly all the way to the ground, taking them fully off of me and tossing them into my pile without ever bending a knee. Both boys are getting what they think is the best possible view of me from behind, but I'm actually about to give them a better one. I part my legs by sliding downwards toward the ground a little bit, leaning forward on my hands and forcing my hips upwards and outwards. In this position I know that EVERYTHING to do with my ass and pussy is explicitly displayed for both of them. The Sophie part of my brain screams in horror that since we've been so wet all day (and especially now with this stripping experience) that even virgin boys would be able to see that we were wet. My pussy is gushing, almost ready to relentlessly drip. Minka loves that they can see this part of me, and I hope that it makes the boys hard enough to almost bust in their briefs! This position isn't even 1% modest, and I make sure to look between my own legs back at the boys to catch their reactions. The lust is written all over both of their faces, and both of those naughty little boys had their hands on their bulges sneaking little touches when they thought I wasn't looking. Scandalous! I kinda like it, though. I've never pushed a boy so far that he started touching himself for me. That's a new experience! I finally straighten up and turn around, showing both boys my full frontal nudity. I look at Jerry "Your turn." Jerry shakes his head "N..no." Ben suddenly commented "Come on dude, stop being such a whiny bitch" Defiant, Jerry got surprisingly high pitched as he squealed "No! I don't want some girl to see MY DICK!!" I rolled my eyes. Here I was, completely naked for this boy offering him sex, and STILL he wouldn't take off his underwear for me. Whatever, it's time for plan B. "Oh Ben" I coldly commanded "Put this loser in a full nelson for me, would you? And don't let him escape" Once again, Ben didn't hesitate. Jerry tried to run but only got three steps before Ben had him, hooking his arms and trapping him. Jerry now had no ability to move, cover up, or stop me in any way. He couldn't even drop to the ground. He was trapped and helpless. Jerry screamed "Let me go LET ME GO!! NO!! She's going to take off my underwear, Ben! Stop holding me! PLEASE!!!" Instead of going after Jerry immediately though, I instead picked up my phone from the ground. When I switched it to picture mode and started taking pictures of Jerry in his underwear his screaming got even louder. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" He yelled high-pitched enough to shatter windows "NO DON'T! STOP TAKING PICTURES OF ME! BEN, LET ME GO, SHE'S TAKING PICTURES OF ME IN MY UNDERWEEEEEAR!!" I couldn't wait for the chance to let him know what was about to happen to him. He just screamed that he didn't want ONE girl to see his dick...in a few minutes, every girl in this school is going to see it. And I was going to make damn sure that he knew it before it even happened. I wanted to watch him squirm in agony and hopeless anticipation. "Jerry boy...remember how you thought it was soooo funny to leak naked pictures of me all over the entire school? Well guess what, little one...it's your turn now. Every single girl in the school, from the freshmen to the seniors, are going to have pictures of your dick by sundown today. Surprise!" Jerry started screaming, flailing, and fighting with all of his might when I said that, kicking and scratching and hoping against hope to escape from Ben's grip. I was actually feeling a little sorry for Ben because he was getting hit for me, but he didn't even flinch. My sexy sweet freshman is a fighter...awesome! I grabbed Jerry's waistband with one hand while the other hand held the camera snapping pictures. I jerked down the front side far enough to see his pubes (which honestly weren't all that much) and then took a picture of them. Jerry was begging and pleading, sobbing and weeping. I thought Billy had been a pathetic mess earlier, but Jerry was a hundred times worse. This was clearly his worst nightmare ever coming true. Serves him right. I walked behind Jerry and Ben in order to pull down the back of Jerry's underwear completely, baring his butt for the camera. Ben had to twist him a little to show it off, but I got several great pictures of it for my collection. Once I was finished with that side, I walked back to the front and started lowering both the left and right sides of his tighty whiteys. In no time at all I had his entire hips bared, snapping shots of that too. At this point only Jerry's erection was holding up the underwear in the front, as the sides were both way lower than his privates were. Dragging this torture out, I very slightly inched the waistband down until just the base of Jerry's shaft came into view. It just now occurred to me that this is the first time that I've ever seen any part of a boy's dick in person, and even though this is pure business and revenge I still get a jolt of arousal from that detail. I take several pictures of the base of the shaft, with the rest still covered by his undies. I even turn the camera around a little bit in order to snap a picture of his tiny little balls hiding back there. I couldn't help but comment "I see your balls, little boy! The camera sees them too. I can see a little bit of your little dick too. How far should I pull down this waistband before stopping I wonder?" "PLEASE STOP!" he screamed "PLEASE PLEASE DON'T SHOW EVERYONE MY DICK! I'LL DO ANYTHING, SERIOUSLY, ANYTHING YOU WANT!! I'LL GIVE YOU MONEY!!" I looked him in the eye "Anything I want? So you can erase all of my pictures from the phones of the entire school, and then make them all forget that they saw me naked? Oh wait, no you can't! Because of you, EVERY boy saw my boobs and pussy and they have pictures of it to keep forever." I pull his underwear down more, exposing more of his tiny shaft until the waistband is resting directly on the head, nothing else. The slightest pull would make his dick pop out completely. I take more pictures of him like this, savoring Jerry's desperation to keep that last little inch of his hidden, the only private inch he has left on his exposed dick. "I'M SORRY!!" He whined, openly crying with his eyes leaking like a faucet. "I'M SORRY I LEAKED YOUR PICTURES! I'LL PAY YOU MONEY, PLEASE! DON'T STRIP ME NAKED! DON'T SEND GIRLS NAKED PICTURES OF ME!!! I'M SOOOOORRY! PLEASE NO I'M SORRY!!!" I put my face in his face for dramatic effect "It's just pictures, man. You know, share the wealth. It's like the Fappening! What's the big deal? That's what you said to me, right?" The horror on his face as I repeated his own words back at him was priceless. He knew that I would have no mercy on him. He knew that he didn't deserve mercy. My sadist side came out then in that moment "I think we need a countdown, little boy. I will count down from five. When I hit zero, I'm pulling your underwear off completely and tossing it into the pile. Are you ready?" He squealed like a baby I counted down while he squealed helplessly simultaneously "5..(NO) 4..(NO) 3..(NO NO) 2..(NO NO) 1..(NONONO) ZERO!!" The instant I hit zero I jerked downward until the undies came to his ankles, finally baring his little dick completely. I didn't have a ruler on me, but there's no way that this thing was any bigger than 4 inches, and it wasn't all that thick either. I yanked his tighty whiteys off of his legs, tossing them into the pile of his clothes. He tried to twist free and escape, humiliated beyond belief that his little secret was out in the open like this. Worse, he watched as I began taking picture after picture of it. I took close-ups from every angle, including a few from underneath it and one from between his legs behind his balls looking outwards. I made sure to get several full body pictures too, including some face shots. I didn't want there to be any confusion as to the identity of THESE naked pictures. He didn't get to hide like Sophie did. The entire time that I was taking pictures of him I kept saying things like "Aww, it's so teeny! You know girls sure do love tiny versions of items, it's cute. Well, maybe they don't love tiny versions of THIS item exactly. Oh well. That's your problem, not mine! I didn't realize that when you gave people the middle finger that it was actual size. Have you tried pills for that little thing, or is that what it looks like WITH the growth pills?" After mocking his size enough, I switched over to humiliating him over his coming exposure level "I hope you know that every single girl in school is going to see your dick now. Do you have a crush on anyone right now? Well, she's about to see you naked and see how little of a boy you are. I doubt she'll be interested now. Any friends of yours are about to see your dick too and are going to laugh at it. Your friends sisters will all see it too, even the hot ones, guaranteed. Your classmates, your neighbors, everybody you ever talk to or hang out with is going to see your eleventh finger today. Even the teachers are going to see your tiny dong probably. Hell I'll bet your MOM will see it eventually. God, that'll be so embarrassing for you. Can you even imagine the entire school knowing how pathetic your dick is and having the pictures on their phones? They'll probably make memes with it and send them to you." I then finished my mockery by singing "Eeny Teeny Tiny Foe, a Little Dick is Now on Show. Will Girls Like It? That's a No. My Mom Told Me To Pick the Very Smallest One And You Are Iiiiiiiiit!" When I finally had enough of torturing the weeping Jerry, I told Ben to let him go finally. Jerry fell to the ground on his hands and knees, utterly broken. One last time he begged me to not send out those pictures, offering to be my slave for the rest of his life. This was clearly his biggest fear, the source of his most horrific nightmares. He would rather die than have his small anatomy trending in HD all over the entire school. And he's just a freshman, so he has to share classes with these students for three more years after this one. He would have to endure several years of small dick jokes and watching as girls giggled and pointed at him in the hallway. He would never be able to get a girlfriend with the reputation of being Little Dick Jerry. I could see it in his face, he would do anything to avoid this fate. This boy would do prison time if it meant keeping his modesty intact. He was so completely destroyed and desperate that I almost felt bad when I hit send. I sent the entire collection to Ava, Haylee, and Rachael with instructions to wait until I gave the signal this time before we let them spread everywhere (to avoid my earlier mistake in the gym). When I told Jerry, he looked down and broke out in tears again. It was pathetic, but he earned every ounce of his punishment. I ordered him to grab his clothes and get out of here before we did something even worse to him, and I told him to never tell anyone about Ben's role in this punishment or else I would make him nostalgic for the "light" punishment of today. He quickly pulled his clothes back on and ran away outside looking like an absolute mess. Part of me actually felt bad about what I did, but my suffering and humiliation today was so intense that I would never forgive myself if I didn't get him back for that. This was required before I could ever find closure with today's buffet of stress and shame. I really hoped that Ben didn't think less of me after seeing me act like that. Of course, once Jerry was completely gone...suddenly I realized that I was standing here with Ben, alone, completely naked. And he is standing next to me almost naked, with only his bulging briefs hiding his massive fun toy from me. We're alone...nobody else is here to bother us. I'm so FUCKING horny that if he asks, I won't say no. Seriously, he could ask me anything right now and he would get it, no matter how bizarre or kinky it was, as long as I got to feel him inside of me and could finally lose this insufferable V-Card. I might even tell him my real name if he asks, just to hear him moan it. I have to calm down and find a way out of this situation before I go too far and do something I might regret later. I want my first time to be romantic and memorable with somebody I trust completely. I literally only met Ben a few hours ago, this is a bad idea. A bad idea. A SEXY idea...but a bad idea. I have to escape this sexual tension before he asks anything of me. "So..." Ben spoke, breaking the silence "Do you..um...still want me to...uh...you know, strip naked for you?" Hell goddamn fucking yes I do!

Sandra is Different by Vanessa Evans Part 6 The Friday day time was quite boring, if I exclude the flashing of my pussy in class, but the night was good. Isla sent me a text just as I was leaving the uni, to tell me that she’d heard of a party at a house that was rented by students and we arranged to meet in a pub that was near to the house. I decided to wear some of my new clothes and I experimented with wearing the skirt at different heights on my hips and worked out where I had to wear it so that my slit was visible in the mirror. With the skirt I wore just a semi sheer top, one of the ones that I had just bought from Lisa’s shop.. When I got to the pub it was heaving with mainly students and I wondered how many of them were getting towards the end of their subsistence allowances and would soon be living off beans on toast. It was well past 10 p.m. so quite a few were either pissed or well on the way to being so and as I worked my way through the crowd I got quite a few comments from the guys as they looked at me and saw that they could see my tits through my sheer top. I even got a couple of guys copping a grope of them as I squeezed by them. One guy said, “Wow, those are awesome, mind if I feel them?” He wasn’t bad looking, and he’d asked me, so I stopped trying to move on, stood in front of him and said, “Be my guest.” He handed his drink to a mate and then took my tits in his hands and caressed them, including rubbing my nipples. If they could have got any harder they would have. As it was the handling of them was making them, and my pussy, tingle more then they had before. After about a minute I said, “Okay, that’s enough, I’m looking for my friend.” As I turned to move on the groper guy replied, “Thanks, would you like to stay with us instead, we’re going to a party later.” “I’m going to a party too, but I have to find my friend.” I turned and squeezed though a gap and wondered if it was the same party. I found Isla talking to some other guys. As I got closer I saw that she was wearing a skirt that was nearly as short as mine, and her top was so low cut that I was surprised that her nipples weren’t showing. “There you are Sandra,” Isla said when she saw me. “These guys were just keeping me company whilst I waited for you, they bought me a drink as well.” One of the guys turned and looked at me and said, “Bloody hell Isla, you didn’t tell me that your friend was this gorgeous, can I get you a drink luv?” “It’s Suzie, and yes please, a bottle of beer please.” “One beer coming up Suzie, don’t go away, I’m looking forward to seeing more of you, not that there’s much that I haven’t seen already.” Normally I don’t let guys buy me a drink unless I can see the drink from when the barman pours it to it being my hand because with unknown guys you don’t know what they might put in it, but we were stood at the end of the bar so I could watch the bottle from the top coming off until it was in my hand. As I was watching I spoke to Isla, “Hi there, looking good girl. Your nips look like they’re about to escape.” “Hey SUZIE, glad you could make it, I hope that they do escape. By the looks of your outfit there’s no need for your nips to escape, and that skirt’s so short that I bet that that guy sat at that table will be able to see your pussy if you turn to face him.” “I hope so too, that’s why I bought it. Hey, are these guys going to the same party as us?” “They’re going to A party but I don’t know if it’s the same one as us. I see that you’re Suzie for tonight.” “Yeah, I intend to get laid and I want to make it difficult or impossible for the guy, or guys, to find me afterwards. I’ll give them a false phone number, if they ask, as well.” “Good idea, if it’s not the same party I’ll become Kat on the way.” My beer arrived and I had managed to watch it all the way to me so I took a quick swig then thanked the guy. It was the usual small talk, something that I’m not good at and don’t like doing so after a short while I announced that Isla and I were going to the ladies room. It was at the other side of the room so we had to endure the squeezing through and a bit of groping on the way. When we got there I saw that both Isla’s nipples were out and I said, “Did you do that?” “Didn’t need to, some random guy pushed his hand down my top letting them escape and I didn’t pull my top up when I told him to remove his hand.” “After a few seconds of groping you I presume.” “After a good few seconds.” Isla replied. “So are we going back to them?” I asked as I checked my hair in the mirror. “Naw, there’s tons of guys here, but we could just go straight to the party, it’s late enough so there should be loads of people there already.” When we left the ladies room we headed straight for the door to the street and once outside I said, “That was fun squeezing through that lot, I even got a hand on my pussy.” “Me too, one guy even tried to finger my butt.” “So where is this party?” “Not far from here, a couple of streets, so what’s our plan of attack, just strip as soon as we get there and hope that some guys take the hint?” Isla asked. “I don’t know yet, what I’ve done at most of the parties that I’ve been to is just stare at a guy that I wouldn’t mind being fucked by and waited until he came over to me. Hey, did I tell you about the party at my place where I pretended to get drunk then went to lay down in my room and 2 guys came and gang-banged me?” “Yes you did Sandra, I might try that at this party.” “Yeah, go and pass out in one of the bedrooms and wait for guys to come and find us, then we could watch each other getting eaten or fucked.” “I wonder if they’ll be as good at eating pussy as you are Sandra.” “You do know that yours is the first pussy that I’ve ever eaten don’t you Isla?” “Well I guess that you are just a natural then Sandra.” “You were really good at eating mine as well Isla, I guess that girls are better at eating pussy than guys are.” “Guys are usually too impatient, want to eat you quickly then move on to the main course.” “You’ve got more experience than I have Isla, I was a virgin when I came to uni.” “But you’re making up for lost time now Sandra and hopefully we’ll add at least one more to our tally tonight.” “Do you keep a count of the number of guys that you’re fucked Isla?” “I did the first few years but since I came here I’ve lost count. Do you keep a count Sandra?” “I never thought of counting them but I think that I would loose count as well, hell, I’m not sure that I can remember all the fucks that I’ve had in the last few weeks, some weren’t very memorable.” “Let’s hope that we find some memorable guys at this party. Memorable for their fucking that is, I’m like you Sandra, don’t want any attachments.” “That’s right but I’m pulling my skirt up a bit, I want the guys to see my slit and then hopefully add another notch to my bedpost.” “Yeah, me too, and your clit will be on show if you pull the skirt up high enough, I wish that mine stuck out like yours does Sandra.” “It does have its disadvantages, with me not wearing knickers these days it presses down on seats and makes me horny all the time.” “That’s a disadvantage? I’m going to do the same with my skirt, I’m glad that I wore this tight one, when I pull it up it stays up.” “We’ll be like 2 whores looking to score.” “We are 2 whores looking to score.” We both giggled and linked arms for the rest of the short walk, both of us now with skirts that displayed our slits. As we approached the house we saw 3 guys approaching from the other direction. We met at the front door to the house and the 3 guy immediately started hitting on us. To get into the house you have to go up 4 steps and the guys let us go up first. I knew why that was and it wasn’t because they were gentlemen. Gentlemen don’t ask if a girl has forgotten to put some knickers on which these guys asked both Isla and me. Sorry, Kat and Suzie because that’s who we were when one of the guys asked our names. The 3 guys obviously had been to the house before because they led us straight to the kitchen and asked us what we would like to drink. I quickly told them vodka and within a minute both Kat and I had a tumbler half full of vodka. I took a sip and said, “This is too strong for me, I’m going to put some water in it.” I turned and went to the sink, winking at Kat as I did so and she followed me. With our bodies blocking the guys view I tipped both lots of vodka down the drain and filled the glasses with water. When we turned and went back to the guys I took another sip and said, “That’s better, strong drinks get me drunk way too quickly.” “Me too.” Kat added as she downed half of her glass of ‘vodka’ and water. “Interesting,” One of the guys said. Some small talk filled the next few minutes but there were so many interruptions by people trying to get to the table with all the booze on it that Kat decided we should move. We ended up in the living room that also had a lot of people it. There was some background music but no one was dancing, just standing or sitting around, talking and drinking. Some of them were talking very loudly and some were swaying a little, like they’d already had too much to drink. From one group that were talking very loudly I heard someone shout for the music to be turned up, adding that Shelly wanted to dance topless. As expected, a number of guys, and girl, including Kat and me, turned to face where the voice had come from and we saw the group of guys with one girl in the middle of them. She looked ‘happy’, and when the volume of the music was turned up she started slow dancing. The group spread out giving Shelly (presumably) more space. To the sound of most of the group attempting to La-La ‘The Stripper’ by David Rose, Shelly slowly started to raise her top. To lots of cheering Shelly’s braless tits sprung free and up over her head went her top. Shelly’s tits looked to be about a ‘B’ cup, slightly bigger than Kat’s. When the cheering died down I heard her say, “There, are you satisfied now?” “Not yet.” I heard one of the guys say. “Well go and find some other girl to strip for you, I’m not taking my skirt off.” Kat looked at me and I looked at her. We both smiled and started moving around the room intending to stop near the guys who had got Shelly to take her top off. As we got closer to the group I saw that Shelly was still topless and not trying to cover her tits. “Good girl.” I thought as we got closer. One of the guys saw Kat and I approaching and said, “It looks like we’ve got 2 more girls who are eager to get topless.” “Bloody hell,” another of the guys said, “they’re half way there already, and look at those belts.” There wasn’t that much light in the room and most of the guys were stood up so I doubted that they could see our slits but just knowing that they were looking at us and making such comments was making my pussy wetter than it was when we walked into the room. “Hi guys,” Kat said, slightly slurring her words. “Well hello ladies, have you come over to flash your tits at us?” Another of the guys said. “Naughty boys, I don’t get my tits out for boys that I don’t know.” I too slurred a bit. “We can soon put that right.” another of the guys said, then quickly introduced himself and the other 3 guys. Meanwhile Shelly was dancing on the spot and looking a bit pissed. “So now that we know each other Suzie, are you going to get those lethal weapons out for us, they look like they could do a guy some real damage if you pressed against him.” “We might,” Kat replied, “but can’t you see enough of them already?” “Nope.” three off the four guys replied almost at the same time. “You really want us to take our tops off,” I asked, “with all these people around looking at us?” “Yes, why not,” one of the guys said, “Shelly has and she seems quite happy.” “Yes, but she looks a bit pissed.” Kat said. “All due respect girls,” another of the guys said, “but you 2 look and sound quite happy as well.” Kat and I both giggled then lifted out tops revealing our uncovered tits. We both threw our tops to the corner of the room then I said, “There, are you happy now guys?” “Hell yeah.” One of the guys said. Another said, “Magnificent girls, I like the way yours are so pointy Suzie. Like miniature traffic cones.” “And not a hint of any sagging on all 4 of them.” The third guy said. Both Kat and I smiled then she said, “Thanks guys, it’s never wearing a bra that keeps them like this.” “Never did like bras, stupid invention.” One of the guys said. “I need a drink.” I said, “All this ‘tits out for the boys’ is making me thirsty.” “Me too.” Kat added. “I’ll get you some more drinks.” One of the guys said. “No you won’t,” I replied. “We get our own drinks so that we know that one of you hasn’t slipped a roofy or something into them. We don’t want to pass out then you guys come and take liberties with our naked bodies.” “We wouldn’t do that girls.” One of the guys said, “Both of you look ‘quite happy’ as it is.” Another of the guys said. Kat and I both giggled and Kat said, “I guess that we are, we’re both the same, can’t take our booze, but I still need another drink, let’s go Suzie.” Kat and I linked arms and started to make our way to the kitchen and I saw more guys looking at our bare tits. In the kitchen we went to the drinks table and found half a bottle of vodka so I poured us half a glass each, making sure that the guys nearby could see me. Then I turned to go to the sink to swap the vodka for water and saw that the guys who had got us to take our tops off had followed us into the kitchen. “Are you stalking us?” I asked. “No, just making sure that no one rapes either of you.” One of the guys said. “None of this lot would rape us in here.” Kat said. “It wouldn’t be rape” I added, then added, “Water.” Kat and I continued to the sink where she stood with her back to the sink whilst I did the vodka swap, hopefully not being seen doing it. When I turned round I gave Kat her now nearly full glass of ‘vodka’ and water and she said, “Thanks Suzie, this might just make me too pissed to stand up. You guys will look after us if we get too pissed won’t you?” “Of course we will, we don’t want our new friends to come to any harm do we guys?” The other guys agreed and as I looked at them I saw that their eyes were going from Kat’s chest to mine and back. “Dance,” Kat said, “I wanna dance.” “You need to go into the front room,” one of the guys said, “we’ll look after your drinks for you.” “No you won’t.” I replied as I lifted my drink to my mouth and emptied it down my throat. “That’s better.” I said. “drink yours Kat.” Kat downed hers in one go and we headed to the front room, followed by the guys. Shelly was still dancing but she wasn’t on her own, 2 other topless girls and 1 fully clothed were with her so we went and joined her. Five topless girls dancing together, all looking a little worse for the alcohol that they had consumed. “You okay?” I asked as I leant over to Kat. Kat just nodded and smiled. “Give it 5 then pretend to pass-out.” I said into her ear. Kat nodded in acknowledgement, having guessed where I hoped that the situation would lead. Kat and I danced very provocatively, thrusting our pelvis forward in time with the music, causing our skirts to ride up a bit. Unfortunately there weren’t any guys sat in front of us to see our pussies but the guys who had got us to take our tops off had moved real close to us. After a while Kat stopped dancing, put an arm on my shoulder and looked down at the floor. I stood still and put a concerned expression on my face as I saw one of the guys step towards us. Kat’s knees started to bend and I moved to put my arm round her waist to hold her up. I’d only held her for a couple of seconds when the guy who had stepped forward went to Kat’s other side and put an arm round her to help holding her up. “I think that she’s pissed.” I said, then giggled and continued, “I think that I am as well.” By then another of the guys had come over and took over from me holding Kat up. They had Kat in between them and had managed to get her arms round their shoulders. “What are you going to do with her?” I asked. “Take her upstairs and let her sleep it off on one of the beds.” One of the guys said. “I’ll come with you, are you going to fuck us?” I added and I started to follow the trio towards the door. None of them answered the question but I saw smiles on their faces. We got to the stairs and the people who had been sat on them got out of the way as the 2 guys started to carry Kat up. I soon saw that Kat’s skirt had ridden up and was in danger of being called a belt. I followed the trio up and I saw that I was being followed by at least one guy, but not too closely. I just knew that they’d be able to see my pussy and that thought made it tingle some more. “My room.” One of the guys carrying Kat said and the other guy opened the door then put the light on. A couple were making out on the bed and the guy who’s room it was shouted, “OUT, NOW.” The couple got up, the girl pulling her dress up at the top to cover her tits and down at the bottom hem to hide her uncovered pussy. “Lay her sideways on the bed.” The rooms owner said. And they did. I don’t know if Kat’s legs accidentally spread wide as she went down or if it was deliberate on her part but her bald pussy was on display for all to see. I sat beside her then looked up at the guys who were all looking at both Kat’s and my pussies because I had sat with my knees wide apart. “She’s pissed.” I said. Then giggled and continued, “and I think that I am as well.” “Lay back and sleep it off Suzie,” one of the guys said, “you’ll be safe in here.” “Thanks.” I replied and I lay back, knowing that the front of my skirt wasn’t covering any of my bald pubes or pussy. Then I added, There was silence for a minute or so then I heard one of the guys ask, “Are you awake Suzie?” I didn’t reply, instead I was going through the images of Kat’s bare body parts when she had almost fallen onto the bed. Her pussy looked real cute, and wet, she must have been as aroused as I was, and her tits, like a lot of teenage girls tits are, quite proud with hard nipples at the top even though her nipples weren’t as far from her ribs as they are when she’s stood up. Then I thought about my own clit and tits. I could feel my clit throbbing and knew that the guys could see it, it felt a little wet so I assumed that my leaking pussy juices had made their way to it. Then there was my tits. I visualized them and thought of 2 upturned ice cream cones with cherries stuck on the end. My nipples definitely were as far from my ribs as they are when I am stood up. Then I had to fight a smile when one of the guys said exactly what I had just thought about my tits. “And that clit,” the guy continued, “have you ever seen one like that, look, I swear that I can see it pulsing, she must be as horny as hell.” “She’s asleep or out cold man, we should cover them and leave them to sleep it off.” “We need to take their skirts off, if they’re going to sleep it off on my bed they are going to do it naked.” Within seconds I felt my skirt being pulled down leaving me naked apart from my shoes and squinting I could see that Isla’s skirt was coming off as well. When we were both naked and laying there with all 4 guys looking down on us I heard 1 of the guys say, “Are we really going to just leave them there to sleep it off, we have 2 really hot girls here who obviously came here to get fucked, why shouldn’t we give them what they came here for?” “They’re out cold man.” “So what, those pussies are just begging to be fucked, look at them, their juices are oozing out of them.” “You think that we should just fuck them, here, now?” “Yeah, why not?” “They might wake up.” “So what? Remember my ex Lucy, she told me that it’s an amazing feeling walking up and feeling a cock going in and out of her hole so these 2 should enjoy it. That’s if they do wake up.” “Do you think that girls can cum when they are asleep like us guys can with our wet dreams?” “Lucy told me that she did, but she never told me how she knew that.” “She must have had a camera between her legs when she went to sleep. Do you really think that we can fuck these 2 and get away with it?” “Us and all the other guys in this house probably. Hey, we can take it in turns, you and Tom go round the other side of the bed and fuck their faces whilst Luke and I fuck their cunts, then we can swap ends.” “I’m going to fuck both girls, both ends.” Luke said, “Are you sure that you can stay hard for long enough? “If I don’t I’ll just stuff it in their mouths. Hey, is it natural for a girl to suck anything that goes in her mouth whether she’s awake or asleep?” “Lucy did whenever I put it in her mouth when she was asleep.” All their talking was making me a bit frustrated that one of them wasn’t already fucking me but I knew that I just had to wait it out. Finally I heard them moving around, then my legs being pulled further apart. The anticipation was so great that I nearly orgasmed there and then. Then I heard jeans zips going down, then hairy thighs against the inside of my thighs. I had all on not to gasp as I felt the cock go balls deep inside me in one thrust. “Oh that’s good man.” I heard the owner of the cock say. Then I felt my whole body move up a bit, the cock inside me going with it and my head going off the side of the bed. My mouth opened as the cock pressed on my lips then I felt 2 hands grab my tits. “Jeez, these tits may be small but they are solid and the nipples feel as hard as acorns.” The owner of the hands on them (presumably) said. Meanwhile, below my waist, the cock was going in and out of me with increasing speed and depth. I might have grunted with each thrust but my mouth was a little full. I tried to listen to hear if Isla was getting the same treatment but my brain had other things to concentrate on. I reached my first orgasm before either of the guys inside me and my body was shaking and jerking as the 2 cocks pounded my mouth, throat and pussy. I was very grateful that the guy fucking my mouth had the common sense to give me breaks to let me breath. The cock in my pussy erupted as my first orgasm started to fade away, closely followed by the cock in my mouth giving my stomach something to digest. Then I got a minute or so for my heart to start to slow down a little, and I could definitely hear 2 guys pounding in and out of Isla, both ends, as I could hear guy bragging that he could get all of his cock into her mouth. Then it started again. Although my eyes were still closed I could tell that it wasn’t the same cocks in my mouth or pussy, they just didn’t feel the same. I didn’t managed to cum before I’d had 2 more deposits inside me, and another orgasm was starting to build when both cocks withdrew. As I just lay there with a very satisfied feeling I wondered if the guys were going to swap with the guys fucking Isla. I was actually starting to doze off when I felt my ankles being lifted up then my pussy being invaded by a third cock. Then I felt the wet tip of another cock pressing on my mouth lips. These 2 guys managed to finish what their mates had started and my body was off again. Both these 2 guys had more staying power than the first 2 and a third orgasm was building when they swapped places. My teeth nearly clamped down on the fourth cock that was in my mouth but I somehow manages to ride out my third orgasm before my stomach and pussy got another donation. Then it was peace and quiet for me for a couple of minutes before I heard 1 guy say, “That was good, I really liked playing with those hard tits and big nipples as I fucked her.” There was a bit of banter between them before one of them asked, “Any of you been part of a 3 way?” I automatically clenched my butt at the thought of a cock invading it. So far in my life I’d never had anal sex although I had wonder what it would be like and I got a little excited and nervous realising that I might just be about to loose my anal virginity. It sounded like the guys had decided to do me first as I felt my legs being lifted up and spread wide again. “Use her juices to lubricate her asshole.” One of the guys said. Then I felt some fingers playing with my pussy, going in and out of me and rubbing my clit. “Have you guys seen the size of her clit? I’ve only ever seen one that big in porno movies.” “Yeah, it is big, hang on a sec, I’ve got to get some photos of that before the 3 of you fuck her at the same time.” I heard a camera clicking then 1 of the guys said, “Rub it until she cums whilst I video it.” They did and I did cum, then the fingers started moving my juices, and the male cum that was seeping out of me, to my butt hole. At first the fingers were just rubbing across the entrance to my butt hole but they soon started going inside me. I actually found it easy to relax and let first 1, then 2, then 3 fingers fuck my butt hole. It was nice, bit not as nice and being finger fucked in my pussy. When whoever it was fingering my butt decided that it was ready, hands lifted me up then lowered me down on my back onto the front of 1 of the guys who had taken my place on the bed. With a bit of shuffling about by the guy I felt his cock at my butt hole then going in. Again, it was nice but not as nice as in my pussy. Just when I thought that all of his cock was inside me I felt hairy thighs against the insides of my thighs then another cock, this one entering my pussy. “Are you getting this on video?” I heard 1 of the guys ask. “Yes, I’ve got a phone in each hand.” Someone replied. It wasn’t that easy for the 2 cocks to fuck me but they were trying to get some sort of rhythm going. However it was easy for the third guy who came to my head and face fucked me. As his cock entered my mouth I felt a bit proud that I had 3 cocks inside my 3 holes, all at the same time. Through all this, and the resultant orgasm, I somehow managed to keep my eyes closed and not say anything, although I did moan a bit and just hoped that they wouldn’t realise that I was very awake. I guess that they were too busy with what they were doing to realise what state I was in. Finally it was all over and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to do it again. I’d enjoyed it but a good conventional fuck is best. I like cowboy best. I lay there as the guys checked the videos before turning to Isla. She was still quiet so I guessed that she was okay with the prospect of having all 3 of her holes being fucked at the same time. I wondered if it was the first time that she’d done it like that. “Okay guys, I was the video operator with what’s her name, who’s going to do it this time with the other hottie, I what to fuck the virgin ass, assuming that she hasn’t done anal before. And swap phones so that we’ve all got a video.” One of the guys said. I opened my eyes just a little bit and very slowly turned my head so that I could just watch the 3 guys doing to Isla what they had just done to me. Judging by her body jerking I was sure that she too had cum so she must have been enjoying it. When the 3 guys had had their evil way with Isla, sorry, Kat, I heard zips being closed then one guy saying, “Are we just going leave them like that?” “Yeah, why not, they’ll wake up when they are ready. If they don’t wake up before the party finishes I’ll push one onto the floor and fuck the other one again before I crash. It’s my bed so what I say and do goes.” “I meant cover them.” “Why, they’re a couple of sluts who obviously like being seen like that so we’ll just leave them. If any other guys are going to the bog and see them they might just come in and fuck them. I’m sure that they’d like that. I was going to change the sheets tomorrow anyway so some more cum on them won’t matter.” “Fair enough,” another guy said, “if I need to go to the bog I might just come in here and fuck them again myself.” I heard the sounds of them shuffling around then silence. After a good minute or so of silence, other than the noise coming from downstairs, I partially opened my eyes and looked around. There was only Kat and me in the room. “Hey Kat,” I said, “you awake?” “How the hell could I not be? I’m so hyped up from what happened in the last hour that I might not sleep for days.” Kat replied as she got up onto her elbows like I had once that I realised that we were on our own. “So you enjoyed all that did you Kat? Stupid question, of course you did. Have you ever done anal before, it was my first time.” “Yeah, one boyfriend wanted me to do it so I did. It’s not as nice as a proper fuck.” “You’re right there, I’d do it again but I won’t be asking for it, there’s nothing like riding a good cock that’s in my pussy.” “So what are we doing now Suzie?” “Well when I’ve pretended to be out cold and been gang-banged before I’ve just waited until everything was quiet then sneaked out and gone back to my room.” “That sounds like a great idea, I’m a bit sore.” “So am I but our tops are downstairs. Although I wouldn’t mind walking back to my room topless I think that we might get stopped by the cops.” I replied, “Besides. I like that top, I only bought it yesterday.” “Okay Suzie, how about we wait for the next guy who goes to the bathroom them ambush him when he comes out. I think that 2 naked girls will be able to persuade him to go and find our tops and bring then to us.” “Sounds like a plan to me Kat.” As we waited we quietly talked about mainly what had happened and that we’d not given them our real names or numbers. Isla told me that she too liked the anonymity of it all. “So you don’t fancy getting a steady boyfriend then Isla?” I asked. “Hell no, well maybe in 10 or 15 years but until then I want to enjoy life and get fucked as many times as I can.” “Me too, I’m no good at relationships so anonymous fucking suits me just fine, and I love the fun that I can have letting people see my goodies. I guess that it’s a bit cruel teasing guys like that but if they get blue balls it’s their problem because they could have just asked to fuck me and unless they were fat or ugly I would probably let them. Hey, did I tell you that I was a virgin before I came to uni?” “Yes you did, you poor thing, think of all the fun that you missed out on.” “I’d rather not, I might get annoyed with myself but I’m starting to make up for it now and I don’t care if I get called a slut or a whore or anything else.” “Me neither Sandra, hey, is that someone coming up the stairs that I can hear?” We both threw ourselves back on the bed and spread our legs. Our skirts were still up around our waists so we were both very exposed. I heard footsteps along the landing then a male voice quietly saying, “Fucking hell!” Then another male voice saying, “Wow, I’ve got to have some photos of that.” I heard some camera clicks then one of the guys said, “Man, I’m desperate for a piss, don’t you dare disturb them.” “Hurry up I need a piss as well.” I could hear them moving around, the bathroom door opening then closing, then a minute or so later the bathroom door opening and closing again. “Hurry up man, then we can decide which of us is fucking which of them.” After the second guy had come back from having a piss I heard, “So which one do you fancy Jake?” “The one with the pointy little tits and the big clit.” “Okay, you take her and I’ll fuck the other one.” Seconds later I heard jeans zips then a pair of male legs easing mine even wider apart. Within seconds his cock was entering me and his hands were groping my tits and pulling and twisting on my nipples. It felt good, really good, then I possibly made a mistake, I opened my eyes and said, “What the fuck are you doing? Did I tell you that you could fuck me?” The guy just froze. “I’m sorry,” he finally said, “it’s just that you looked so inviting and laying like that with no clothes on I thought that you wanted someone to fuck you.” “I did, so don’t you dare stop until I’ve cum.” I replied. The guy’s shocked face turned to a smile and he started thrusting in and out of me again. I turned my head and saw that Kat also had her eyes open. My guy came quite quickly and almost apologised as I felt his cock go soft. “I haven’t cum yet.” I said, “so you’d better find another way to make me cum.” As his cock slipped out of me his fingers made their way to my pussy and I said, “No, not your fingers, your mouth.” The guy looked at my face then his head went between my legs, and his mouth did make me cum. When it was over I looked at Kat and her guy and saw and heard that she was cumming. My guy started to say that he was sorry again but I interrupted him saying, “What’s your names, full names?” They told us then I continued, “You two took advantage of me and my friend whilst we were asleep, you could get into a lot of trouble for that but we won’t say anything if you do something for us.” “What?” By then Kat’s guy was on his feet and putting his cock away and looking at me as well. “Right, the guys who brought us up here took our tops off downstairs and we need our tops back. You two are going to go and find them and bring them up to us, then you are going to help us leave this place without being seen. And you are not going to tell anyone what happened here, if you do we will make sure that the authorities know what you did to us.” “Okay, okay, we’ll do that but you have to do something for us.” “What,” I replied, “and before you ask remember that you are the ones that broke the law.” “Give us you names and phone numbers.” “We can do that,” Kat replied, then she stared to describe our tops. Off the guys went and then Isla said, “Well that was another notch on the headboard, he wasn’t that bad actually.” “No, mine wasn’t either.” I replied, then added, “I hope that they find our tops and bring them to us. I’d hate to lose mine and have to find a way to get home without it although it could be some fun.” “Maybe, but it’s early morning so there may not be anyone around to see us.” “Shame, I fancy a good streak where lots of people can see us.” “Yeah, so are we going to give these guys our names and numbers?” “Hell no, well not our real ones.” I replied. “So we’re going home when we get our tops back?” “Yeah, well I am, you can stay if you want but I have to be at work in the morning.” “Oh yes, okay Sandra, sorry Suzie, I’ll leave as well, we can walk most of the way together and ….” Just then the two guys returned and they did have our tops in their hands. We took them and put them on, both of us having pulled our skirts back into place earlier. “Right, time to get out of here.” I said. “Hang on, what about your names and numbers?” One of the guys said. “Have you got a pen and paper?” Kat asked. Unfortunately, one of them had so we gave them our false names and numbers. As I was giving them mine I wondered if it was a number that was in use and if some little old lady would get a phone call asking for a date or a fuck. “Right” I said, “Elvis is leaving the building, come on Kat.” “Hey,” one of the guys said, “I thought your name was Suzie.” “Dumbass.” I said as I grabbed Isla’s hand and pulled her out of the room. We walked straight down the stairs and out of the front door. We linked arms and talked as we walked, comparing notes and guys. I’m sure that Isla was as happy with how the night went as I was. When we split to go to our own buildings I thought about how similar Isla and myself are. ***** My alarm woke me a few hours later and I was soon walking to work wearing another of my new outfits, well a very short dress. I decided that as soon as I found some time I’d go and buy some new shoes. Somehow I managed to arrive at the shop slightly before Lisa. “Morning Sandra,” Lisa said as she approached me. “Is that one of our dresses? You look good in it.” “Morning Lisa, yes it is, I paid for it on Thursday.” “Relax Sandra, I know that you wouldn’t steal anything from me, I trust you, not like that Annie that I had to sack a couple of months ago. Before your time Sandra, don’t worry about it.” By then we were inside and I was telling Lisa all about the party and she was telling me that sometimes she wished that she was my age again. The other girls started arriving and before long it was a busy day. Apart from the odd little trick being played by some of the girls resulting in male customers seeing one of us naked, it was a pretty normal working day. The only big highlight of the day was when the back doorbell rang and Lisa told me to go and see who it was, telling me that it was probably Pete, the deliver guy delivering more stock. She was right and Pete had a big grin on his face when I rolled up the shutters and saw the back of his lorry ready to roll the racks out. “Well hello there Sandra, you’re looking as good as ever,” Pete said when our eyes met. “Is that one of the shops dresses that you’re nearly wearing?” “Hey Pete, how are you doing? Yes, it is one of the shop’s dresses, well it was until I bought it the other day.” “Well you look great in it girl but you might want to put something else on before you start lifting some of those boxes, I don’t know where they’ve been but they’re covered in soot or something.” “Oh,” I replied, “I don’t know if there’s any overalls or even an apron that I could put on.” “Tell you what, seen as it’s you I’ll carry them all in.” “No, that’s not fair, I’ll do my share of the work.” “But your clothes.” “Let me worry about that. Pete.” We finished rolling the racks off his lorry then I looked at the boxes and saw that he was right, they were covered in some sort of black dust. “Stay there Pete, I’ll be back in a minute.” I said as I turned and walked off the lorry and to a corner of the store room. Seconds later I walked back to Pete and looked at his face. “Wow Sandra, you looked great in the dress but you look even better out of it. I haven’t been able to get the sight of those little tits and that clit out of my head since I last saw them and it’s great to add more images to my mental library.” “Oh Pete, it’s only a girl’s naked body, you must have seen hundreds of them.” “But yours is the best ever Sandra, can I be really cheeky and ask if I can take some photographs of you like that?” “Of course you can Pete, as many as you like but do it quickly please, the shop is busy at the moment.” Without being asked I posed for around 20 photographs for Pete, some of them showing the view that a gynaecologist would get, if I ever go to see one. Pete had just put his phone away and I’d picked up the first dusty box and was carrying it off the back of the lorry when Lisa appeared. “Look at the state of these boxes.” I said. Lisa ran a finger on the top of the box that was in my hands then said. “Okay, that explains your lack of clothes Sandra, a sensible idea taking your dress off. When you’ve finished come to my office and I’ve got a wash cloth that you can borrow and I’ll get on the phone to head office to complain about the state of the boxes. I hope that they are sealed properly, we’ll have to check the contents before we put them on display. Oh, good morning Pete, I’m sure that none of this is your fault.” Lisa left us to it and I made sure to bend over every time that I picked up or put down a box when I knew that Pete was behind me. When we had finished the job Pete said, “You really are a big cock tease aren’t you Sandra?” “I guess that I am, but the difference with me is that I’ll follow through if the guy asks.” “Really,” Pete said as he put his right hand on my left tit and started squeezing and playing with it. “So you’d let me fuck you would you Sandra?” “Yes I would. Tell you what Pete, one Saturday rearrange your deliveries so that you arrive here at the end of the day and you can give me a ride back to my dorm room. I’ve never had a ride in a lorry, does this one have a bed in the driver’s cab?” “It does. You’re not just teasing me are you Sandra?” “No Pete. I’d never do that to you, only guys that I’ll never see again and I see you every Saturday.” “You’re on Sandra, I’ll see what I can arrange.” Pete gave my left tit one final squeeze then got in his lorry and drove off. I looked around outside to see if anyone was watching me but I saw no one. I shut the doors then picked up my dress and went to Lisa’s office. She wasn’t there but there were some wash cloths on her desk so I took them to the bathroom and got cleaned up. Back in the shop all the other girls knew that I had been naked in the back and a couple of them made jokes about me fucking Pete. I laughed them off but didn’t deny that I would if the opportunity arose. When we were closing Lisa asked me if Isla and I were still okay for Sunday the following week. When I said that we were she told me that her husband Steve had been in the shop earlier and has seen me messing about with some of the girls. “So he’s seen me naked already then?” “Yes he has, only a quick look but he approved of what he saw and said that your tits will really attract the potential customers.” As I walked back to my building I thought about my tits, how they were like little ice cream cones stuck on my chest and how solid they were. I remembered Pete’s hand on my left tit and how he squeezed, twisted, pulled and tweaked the nipple making me get wet between my legs. I decided that although my tits were different to most girls tits I loved them and wouldn’t swap them for anything. ***** Back at the flats I discovered that my flatmates had decided to invite a few people round for a few drinks. I discovered this after I’d gone to my room, got naked, had a shower and then gone to prepare some food. When I entered the common room I saw 4 unknown guys and 3 unknown girls as well as the rest of those who lived there. “Here she is,” Geoff said, “our resident nudist. Everyone, this is Sandra.” “Hi.” I said and continued to the kitchen area, my nipples already having gone hard and my pussy starting to tingle. “Come and join us Sandra.” Emily said, “don’t be shy.” “I’m not being shy.” I replied, I’m hungry. “Come on Sandra, come and give us a twirl and do that standing splits to prove that you’re not shy.” Zack said. I sighed then walked to the middle of the room and did what Zack had asked. “Jeez,” One of the unknown guys said, “look at that clit. I bet that that gives you a lot of pleasure Sandra.” “I’m jealous.” One of the girls said. I stayed on one foot for as long as I could while some more, similar coments were made then I lowered my other leg and said, “There, satisfied? I’m going to get something to eat.” As I went to the kitchen area Lizzy said, “Oh Sandra, there’s a parcel for you on the side, I found it downstairs this morning.” “Thanks Lizzy.” I replied. I guessed what it was so I hurried to get some food ready then took the parcel and my food to my room ignoring requests from at least 4 of the people in the room for me to join them as soon as I had eaten. As I started to eat I also started to cut my way into the parcel. At the same time my nipples and my clit started throbbing and my pussy started leaking. I was right, the parcel contained my new Ohmibod and a Hitachi Magic Wand. Using all my willpower not to just switch them on and have some fun, I read the instruction as I ate. As soon as my plate was clear it was put to one side and the Magic Wand was vibrating against my clit. I think that it took less than a minute for me to cum but I kept it against my clit until I’d cum a second time. As I was getting my breath back I moved so that I could see my pussy in the mirror then I put the Magic Wand at the side of my clit, switched it on and I could see my clit vibrating with the wand. I just couldn’t resist watching it as I came to a third orgasm. I needed a rest so I put the wand to one side and took a closer look at the Ohmibod Esca2. I read that it needed a phone app so I downloaded it and got it all setup. Leaving it on the bedside table for a minute I tried the controls and was amazed at how it danced around. Then the big trial. My pussy was already dripping so it slipped in very easily, then I played with the antenna to see how flexible it was and was pleased with the results. I reckoned that I could wear it under a microskirt and have the antenna either sticking straight down so that it was clearly visible, or bend it forward so that it went passed my clit. I wondered / hoped that with it like that the vibrations would go up the antenna and vibrate my clit a bit like the Magic Wand does. I left the antenna sticking straight down then switched it on and screamed. I was expecting a strange feeling but it still made me scream and jump. I switched it off then back on again and soon got used to the nice, mild vibrations. Then I started playing with the controls and accidentally turned it up to full blast causing me to scream again and start ‘dancing’ on my feet trying to lesson the effects that it was having on me but there was no relief so I grabbed my phone and turned the vibrations right down. “Wow, I thought, that was, was, was, indescribable.” I just didn’t know how to describe the effect that it had on me. I was just getting over the shock when someone knocked on my door. “Who is it?” I shouted. “It’s me, Lizzy, let me in.” I opened the door and saw Lizzy with a glass of wine in her hand. “Are you okay Sandra?” Lizzy asked. “Yeah why?” “It’s just that we heard you screaming and …..” “Oh that, I’ve got myself a vibrator and I was just trying it out.” “I can’t see a vibrator. I can see a magic wand that I didn’t know you had but no vibrator.” “It’s inside me.” I stepped back a little, spread my legs and Lizzy looked down. “Oh my gawd, you’ve got one of those remote controlled things, let me have a look. No, better still come with me, everyone will want to see that.” Lizzy grabbed my hand and just about dragged me to the common room. “Hey everyone, Sandra has got herself one of those remote vibrators, look, it’s one of those with an antenna sticking out of her pussy.” By then I knew that Lizzy was a little ‘happy’, and by the comments from some of the others they were too. I guess that I should have been embarrassed right then but I wasn’t, in fact I felt a little proud of myself. “Come on Sandra, let us all see.” Geoff said. “Yeah, come on Sandra.” Emily added. What could I do? I hadn’t planned on showing my new toy to anyone, well not yet, but the opportunity was thrust upon me so I walked to the middle of the room and just stood there. “Bloody hell,” Andy said, “it’s got a flashing light on the end.” “Is it switched on?” Zack asked. “Just on mild vibrations.” I replied. “Someone turn the lights off and see what it’s like in the dark.” Zack said. Someone did and I was surprised at how bright the purple tinted light was. “Bloody hell,” one of the unknown guys said, “we’ll be able to see you coming a mile away.” “Was that coming or cumming?” Andy said getting a little laugh from a couple of the quick thinking people there. The ceiling light went back on and Emily said, “So is that all it does?” I briefly explained some of the options and then I realised that Lizzy had gone and got my phone. I realised because she started sliding her finger around the screen causing me to gasp. Then she turned the vibrations up to full power and I started dancing and holding my pussy and tits. I say ‘dancing’ but it was more of a case of transferring my weight from one foot to the other and bending a knee to try to squeeze my legs together to ease the shaking that my whole body was doing. “Oh my gawd,” Emily said, “Is that thing really vibrating that much inside you that it’s causing you to do that? What the hell must it be doing to your insides?” “Turning them into a liquid goo.” One of the unknown guys said. By then I just needed it to stop so I turned to Lizzy and almost begged her to turn it off. She turned it down and I let out a long sigh. “I thought that girls were supposed to like that?” Lizzy said. “I did,” I replied, “it’s just that that’s the first time and the shock made me need a rest.” “Wasn’t it good then?” Zack asked, “didn’t it make you cum?” “It was good, bloody good, but I think that I need to get used to it a bit before I really enjoy it.” “We can help you with that Sandra?” Andy said, “pass me her phone.” Lizzy did and soon my phone was being passed around the room, everyone playing with the app and my body responding accordingly. I vaguely heard Emily say, “If I was dancing around like that my tits would be wobbling all over the place but hers just don’t even move.” That made me a little proud of my tits but only for a split second, my body had something else to cope with. At some point I collapsed down onto my knees then onto my back as my legs got weaker and weaker. I could vaguely see my phone getting passed around and even the girls were having a play with the app and therefore me. The more I got used to it the more I enjoyed it although I don’t think that I could ever get used to that full vibration mode. I had an orgasm whilst someone was playing around with full blast but I’m not sure that anyone realised because the visual effects of the orgasm were just about the same as those from the vibrator. Finally the vibrations got weaker and weaker and I started to relax. One of the guys said that the vibrator was broken but I believed that they had just run the battery flat. For once I was happy that something had been delivered with a half charged battery. When I was recovered enough I got to my feet, took my phone back from the guy who was holding it and said, “I’m knackered, I’m going to bed.” Geoff and one of the unknown guys asked me to stay but I told them that I’d had a busy day and that they had finished me off, and I kept walking to my room. I sorted out how to charge the Ohmibod then went to bed with the magic wand plugged in and close to hand. I thought that I might just need it during the night or when I finally woke up. *****

Student Bodies - In Spain by WillingWolf A dozen students have a really sexy holiday. Authored by Frankie and Friends and compiled by Frankie Chapter 15 Cindy's Story. How quickly this holiday had gone. We had been here almost a month.... and, what a month. Those of us who had started as couples were no longer attached, and those of us who were virgins were no longer virgins either. Were there any regrets about losing either partners or virginity.... none. Generally we girls could not believe how submissive we had become, some, particularly me, more than others. We all loved to be told what to do and the boys played on it. I do not mean in any other connection than sex. With regard to everything else we were completely emancipated and stood up for ourselves. Give us the slightest whiff or testosterone or hormones and there we were, eager to please. There was nothing that we would not do, as you have read for yourselves. As we were preparing to go out, quite regularly one of the boys would say, 'Up against the wall girls. Skirts up. Let us see what you are wearing tonight.' They would make us bend over and accept a finger fucking, indeed, generally try to humiliate us in every way. And we loved it. It was obvious that some of the boys were more masterful than others, but the good thing was that they were all prepared to take their turns at being dominant, leaving us exposed and embarrassed. But enough of the philosophising, I am here to tell you about our last night and what we girls felt was our chance to get even with them a bit. We had ummmed and ahhhed about what to do earlier in the week. There were no particular parties on at any of the so-called night-clubs and the Eighteenies had a coach trip organised. I certainly was pretty broke. It was the end of the holiday. One of the problems about having such a good time within our group of twelve, was that there were not many opportunities for strange lads to buy us girls drinks. We really had not slept around,... well, you know what I mean, with outsiders. Eventually, Yasmin, I think it was, suggested Pedro's the restaurant where we had had a couple of good evenings, and ones that she particularly seemed to enjoy 'Do you think they would have us back?' It was decided, we would go back there. Pete offered to negotiate and organise the evening for us but we said he could organise the games but that Frankie and I were going into town anyway tomorrow and we would book it up for Friday. We were pretty sure we could negotiate a better deal than a boy would have done. The day arrived and we agreed to be ready at five thirty for a nostalgic stroll into town and the restaurant. We would of course make sentimental last visits to a couple of bars that we had used fairly frequently. We were told to wear bra's, g-strings and stockings. Suspenders optional. They knew we would not wear trousers. We did cruise our favourite bars for an hour or so and arrived at the restaurant just before eight. Even though this would normally be very early to eat in Spain all the other tables were already seated and in some cases were already eating. There was a preponderance of men again but many more girls than last time. 'Ladies and Gentlemen,' Pete called out loud from the heart of our table. 'I would like to introduce myself. My name is Pete. I am not sure what you were sold coming here but I hope you will not be disappointed. It is our last night here in Spain and it is fully our intent that half of our number, namely the girls on this table, lose a lot of their clothing. I hope you will enjoy what you see lads. The management and staff here have been very accommodating on the other two occasions that we have been here and have probably charged you a premium for the chance to watch our girls get their kit off. If so, make the most of it. We can only apologise if sometimes the removal of clothing gets in the way of you eating your food, but so be it. Anyone who thinks they may not enjoy it could perhaps leave now. What no-one going?' This raised a titter and Pete said 'Well as soon as we have eaten our starters I am going to ask the girls to circulate again and bet with you to win your trousers. I would like each girl to bring back two pairs of your trousers but, to give you guys a bit of a start, we will ask them to start in their underwear only. I had a bit of a look before I came out and they are all wearing bras, g-strings and stockings. All except Cindy here and Frankie over there, are wearing suspender belts as well. So there is no confusion, they will bet in this order, their bra's, their panties, their suspender belts, if they are wearing one, and then their stockings. If they still don't have your trousers they will offer, in this order, one minute of nipple kissing and pinching, two minutes of labia and clitoris kissing and fingering, a blow job and then they will be fucked on the top of the table. Condoms will be supplied.' All of us girls looked a bit shocked, firstly that we would be starting in out underwear and then that he was offering us as a fuck against a silly bet. I remembered how we all felt leaving last time that we were dying to get fucked but laying out as baldly as that ... well. Another thought was that it took us a whole evening to get naked last time. This time we would be naked before nine o'clock. 'Why don't we just start anyway. We can eat our starters between the bets. Perhaps Frankie as you are nearest to the next tables, with your back to them would like to start us off. Just stand here in the middle where everyone can see you and get down to your underwear before you move off.' 'Thank you Pete,' she murmured sarcastically. 'I guess someone had to go first.' She was a happy bunny however when she returned with two pairs of trousers for the loss of only her bra. None of the other girls were that lucky and without exception they all lost their bras and g-strings plus Sara lost her suspenders. She had to take her stockings off as they would not stay up without being held. Pete made her stand back in the middle to remove them. He was a hard taskmaster. I was the last to go and chose a nice looking older guy for my first set of pants. He would have been about fifty I guess and with a stag group on a table none of the other girls had visited. My guess is that he was the father of the groom, or possibly the bride. He had a real sparkle in his eye and as we were rolling the dice he could not keep his eyes off my breasts. He won the first roll comfortably with a six to my three. 'Can I assist you, young lady,' he said. 'How nice to find a gentleman,' I replied. 'Yes of course, that would be nice, thank you. It is looking like it is going to be a long night. I wouldn't want to get too tired early on.' He laughed and reached his arms around me to loosen the catch at the back, which he did with suspicious ease. I turned with my back to him to encourage him to ease the straps off my shoulders and then lower the bra so that everyone in the room, except him, could see me. 'You are a tease,' he laughed, as I covered them before turning back to face him. I similarly laughed and said that, 'while that may be true, unless you are prepared to shake for me I am going to have to remove my hands to shake the next dice.' 'As a gentleman,' he said, 'and an older gentleman at that, I would happily help, were it not for the fact that I got so tired removing your bra I am not sure that I could lift both dice.' I laughed and used both hands to pick up the two dice and present him with one of them. 'There,' I said. 'Do you think you could manage just one perhaps, without getting too tired?' 'I think so,' he said. 'Oh look another six.' I did look and sure enough he had thrown another. My four, while getting better, cut no ice. 'Go Dad,' called this guy the other side of the table. I had already penned him as the potential Groom. I turned to the table. 'I really don't want to tire this old gentleman.' I said. 'Is there anyone here who would .....' I got no further before he interrupted me to say. 'Anyone who offers to help her answers to me outside.' And then 'Oh look, no volunteers. I will just have to take another Viagra and do it myself. Come here wench.' 'Ohhhh a man of action, in that case....' And I rubbed my pantie covered crotch in his face as he leaned forward to help me remove them. He had a really nice way about him the way he stroked the strings down over my buttocks, before using one hand to free the front where it had stuck between my labia. He managed to give me a 'gentlemanly grope,' if there is such a thing. He was certainly making me hot now. 'Well two nil so far, let's keep going. You heard Pete. You know what the ultimate prize is. Can you throw seven sixes. I'll tell you what, I will throw for both stockings in a job lot.' He laughed. 'Not only a tease but a cheat as well. Everyone else automatically threw them both in.' 'Well I might have done if you had smiled at me, and taken that extra Viagra,' 'I am beginning to think I won't need that Viagra. Okay smartie you can throw first this time,' he said. I did and improved again to a five. ' Oh making it difficult for him. Yesss, he got another five. 'Would you like to throw again.' I gave him a long hard look, dropping my eyes when I knew he was watching me down to his crotch. 'You are a lot harder than I thought.' 'To beat at dice that is, and by the way, I think you are right about the Viagra.' I threw a four, surely this time? 'Six again,' 'Pete,' he called over to our table. 'I hope I am not delaying your dinner or anything with young Cindy here. If you just want to go on without her I will send her back when I am done with her.' This caused a huge laugh through the room. 'No carry on,' said Pete. 'Don't forget four more wins and we have to clear the table for you anyway. I'll tell you what five more wins and I will send her airline ticket to your hotel room. Again a huge laugh and my stomach lurched a little. I wondered whether he would. 'Just so long as you don't send any clothes over with it,' I growled draping my left leg over his shoulder so that he could start to remove the stocking. This put my puss within licking distance, as I found out. Oh really! He did make a start on the stocking though. The next leg, similarly placed must have been even a little closer. I don't know how he managed it but he seemed to jump a couple of dice rolls and gave my labia a real good licking as he started to remove the right stocking. I was disappointed when he rolled a three and I rolled a four. If I was disappointed he was gutted. He had thought he was on a roll. I stroked his cock as it strained to release itself from his chinos. I released the two buttons and pulled down the zip. I made a meal out of rummaging around before pulling them down to the floor. This man did not need Viagra. I kicked the chinos a few feet away before picking them up. I had of course to turn and bend, stiff from the waist giving him a view of paradise. Or at least my paradise. I stayed there just long enough for him to begin to get embarrassed. I could see it in his eyes. He stood to kiss me goodbye and a thank you, on the cheek. As I said he was a gentleman. I of course managed to redirect his lips towards my mouth and then forgot to close it. Oh tart! I could taste myself on his tongue. He really had got between my lips. Read into that what you like. I moved on to his son on the other side of the table desperate for him not to beat the father by getting to touch my tits. About the only thing his father hadn't touched mind you. I was in luck with a four against his two but tried to look desolate. I undid his waistband and pulled his shorts to the ground. I rolled my hand over his cock, just for comparison sake of course. He probably thought I fancied him. It certainly seemed that most of the boys' thought that I fancied them as I dodged groping hands from all around the table. I slapped them down to moans of disappointment. My last thought before going back to my own table was that if it was me going to be the bride then I would be looking for his father on the wedding night. I was really horny when I eventually got back. I even surreptitiously went through his pockets in case there was a name and address or telephone number in them. When I got back to the table Sarah was quick to grab the dice and the attention. She is a bit keen, I thought, but laughed as I heard what followed. She stood up and said, 'Ok you guys are all enjoying yourselves. Would the ladies like to have a look at a little prime beef-cake? Well, these boys anyway.' The room laughed, and the few girls there were sat looking around. 'Stand up,' said Sarah, 'if you want to play. Don't worry we will make sure you have a better chance of winning than the boys.' There was another cry of encouragement from all the guys in the room, possibly with the exception of those that had girl-friends in tow. The girls looked around and with a little encouragement they all eventually stood up, led, I noticed, by the slightly older lady in red who had been fairly quick to jump to her feet. 'Ok, here are the rules. Ladies they want your panties. One pair each, there are just enough of you. That way you can still keep your outer clothes on.' Sarah recognised that they would not all want to go as far as we had. This would be titillating but still fairly discreet. 'Luther you go first.' I knew she had chosen Luther because what girl in her right mind was going to refuse that great, black, hunky body. 'Here is the bet. They may be betting their panties but you only have two items each to bet with. Your first throw is for all your outer clothing, throw two is for your boxers. Oh and you can only win with a four, five or six. May the best man lose.' Luther strolled around the floor and chose a tall, blond girl who looked really good next to him. She was very nervous though. She had been just about the last to stand up. Her four matched his. No Bet. Her two brought a cry of despair to her lips. Luther grinned and dropped the dice. I noticed he did not roll it but dropped it from a very low height. It was a one. He was cheating of course, but whether he was doing it to make her feel better or to give him the opportunity to show off his muscles I don't know. He stripped off all bar his tight, soft cotton slip and gave her a personal lap dance, gyrating his softly wrapped genitalia before her eyes. I knew from personal experience that his cock was only tumescent, but it was still obviously a decent size. They picked up the dice again and this time she threw a four. I will never know whether he tried to lose again because his dice dropped on a corner and rolled off the table. 'Six,' cried the guys nearest it and everyone looked at the blonde girl who discreetly put her hands under her skirt, sat down and lowered to the floor a pretty pink g-string. I noticed she did not seem to object to Luther stroking her legs as he picked the panties up, nor the kiss that he gave her as he went back to his seat. I did notice that his cock was getting bigger though. Pete and Josh followed, quickly losing everything but their boxers and returning with their trophies before Chris took the floor. He selected a mousy, little, dark haired girl, who, like the blonde, had been slow to stand. He also lost his first throw, strange how they all seemed to?, but if he was cheating he got it wrong and also lost the second as well. A frisson of excitement, well a squeal anyway, emanated from all the girls. He stood up close to her, seated on her chair, and slowly pulled the boxers down over his dick. The sexual excitement in the room guaranteed that there was not a soft one in the house and Chris was no exception. There was nothing subtle about it. It was hard and in her face. She did not look away. She also did not look at his face. 'Your next throw is to play with it,' he breathed. She duly threw a four but lost to Chris's five. Then the fun began. I had not, before then, realised that she had trousers on under a strappy top.. She must have been a bit shocked after standing up to hear she was betting with her panties. The tables around started to give her a slow hand-clap and poor Chris even looked a little embarrassed for her. She pulled off her trousers to reveal white cotton knickers and what looked like a lovely bum. Chris whispered in her ear and she turned around to face the wall before he lowered her panties to the floor to huge applause. She quickly pulled her trousers on, still facing the wall and sat down, beetroot red, everywhere. I found out later that Chris had suggested that she turn away to save her blushes and also complimented her on her lovely bottom. Jon was next up and approached the 'Lady in Red' as I thought of her. She was up for it and stood, to stand side by side rubbing hips I noticed. She was therefore bitterly disappointed to lose with her first throw before gamely lowering a matching red g-string to the floor and placing it over Jon's head. Knowing Jon and his love of the smell of panties, that would have given him a stonking erection if he did not have one already. She would never find out what she had so nearly discovered. Simon was the last up and he like Pete and Josh was quickly back after claiming the remaining girl's pair of black lace, french knickers. They were pretty, I really liked them and so did Simon. I noticed they never got near the pile of discarded clothes but that he kept hold of them, every so often waving them nearer and nearer to his nose. Sarah was quick to the draw yet again. 'Ladies,' she began, 'Without wishing to intimidate any of the other well endowed men here tonight, I am afraid that you have missed out on a bit of a treat.' Poor Jon started to go red with embarrassment. 'Here is poor Jon, with all of his clothes on. Such a shame. I wondered whether any of you would perhaps care to join him in a more even bet. One item from you against one item from him. I do happen to know that he is only wearing three items, shirt, trousers and boxers. He will stop when you get his boxers and not before. Is that fair.' My 'Lady in Red' was the only one to climb to her feet. The room went wild. Jon now really embarrassed picked up the dice and wandered over to her table with cries of 'Be Lucky' ringing in his ears. He knew that for him it was only a matter of time, but could he drag someone under with him?' Some bravado had returned to him as he was heard to say to the Lady 'Are you sure. I feel lucky.' 'Just throw,' she laughed. 'I want to see whether that bragging up there was true.' She lost, her one to his four and gamely peeled off her jacket to reveal unsurprisingly a red bra. She was obviously fully kitted out in a matching set of underwear to complement her suit. Really nice. I also suspected she had stockings and maybe a suspender belt under her skirt. Tights would not have been her style. 'Do you want to carry on,' he asked. I thought that was fair. He could have just thrown again and embarrassed her into continuing. 'Shake those bones young man,' she continues. I wondered whose bones she was intending to shake later. She won his shirt, which was probably a huge disappointment. He was no Luther. Again they threw and again she lost. We held our breath. It had to be her bra because we knew she had no panties on, so would surely not offer her skirt. Sure enough off it came to cheers from the assembled room. She still had a stunning body. I noticed the tits were hardly drooping at all. They just looked comfortable. Jon obviously thought so as well. 'I told you I was feeling lucky,' he said. 'Do you still want to carry on. I'll tell you what, you can decide after I have thrown. That way if I have a high number you can get to keep your skirt.' She thanked him with a kiss on the cheek. I think she might have well played anyway. He threw a four, just high enough to win if she threw a one two or three. What would she do? She did not disappoint us. She picked up the dice and threw a ....two. The room went silent for a moment after one of the guys on her table shouted the number out. I was right she slowly unbuttoned her skirt and lowered it to the floor. Her neatly trimmed muff pointed down to the beginnings of her crease and the first sign of some fairly meaty lips. The whole picture was framed by the stockings and the red suspenders and belt. The whole room started whistling and cheering as she sat down beaten. Jon leant over to kiss her, a kiss for the vanquished I guess, and took the opportunity to accidentally run the back of his hand over a nipple. Bad boy. As he started to walk back to the table still almost fully clothed, the girl in the trousers who had lost her panties earlier stood up and said, 'Where do you think you are going? Bring those dice over here.' Jon happily walked over and said 'Are you sure. I am on fire tonight.' 'So am I.' Said the girl. 'Get your clothes off.' This repartee broke the tension and everyone waited for the dice to be rolled. Her five beat Jon's one and at last the girls got to see a hint of what they were after. His boxers ballooned as he slipped down his trousers. She lost the next throw and off came her strappy top, and then the next one again and off came her bra. She had a nice but small figure but with tan marks so I guess she did not take her top off on the beach. This was brave of her. Now she faced the same problem as the previous girl. Was she prepared to bare all. This time Jon did not offer her the easy way out. He just waited slowly tossing his dice in his hand. 'I'll tell you what' he said. 'I am taking mine off at some stage anyway. You roll one dice and four, five and six you win and I take my boxers off. Two and three we both take them off. A one and you take them off alone and I move on to the next unlucky girl.' She accepted and rolled the dice for a two to cheers from the room. This throw seemed to please everyone, with the possible exception of the girl who had thrown the dice. She was looking a little haunted but gamely started unbuttoning her trousers as Jon slipped his hand under his waistband. She stopped unbuttoning just before they dropped and, almost as if she could wait no longer, she grabbed his boxers and pulled them over his erect cock and down to his knees. The girls in the room sat open-mouthed at the cock that we had enjoyed so much for the last month. I noticed that a lot of the guys looked a little embarrassed and tried to hide their erections. There was unlikely to be anybody to match it. Jon now revelled in it and as a finale lifted the young girl to stand on her seat before himself unbuttoning the final button of her trousers and sliding them down. She buried her head in her hands as we all got this wonderful view of her mousy-brown muff nestling in the white vee that her bikini would normally cover. Again Jon somehow managed to hold her ass cheeks while lifting her down from the chair and kissing her before returning to his seat. We were not left long wondering what Pete had in mind for a little after dinner action. The guys on the other tables, without exception, had shed their trousers and in most cases their shirts. They were after blood, or at least female secretions. Frankie was the only girl left wearing anything apart from stockings and suspenders, and that little g-string hardly covered that much anyway. She was logically the first to be called and given the dice. 'This time get me two pairs of boxers.' demanded Pete. 'Oh and come back here a moment.' He turned her round and slipped a pair of handcuffs onto her wrists holding her hands behind her back. 'Oh no,' she exclaimed, but steadfastly headed for a good-looking guy. He took one of the dice from her clenched fist and threw a five, she dropped her's on the table for a four. She stood up close for him to claim his prize. He insinuated his fingers into the crotch of the string and tentatively pulled it. It did not move down. The elastic just stretched a little. He was obviously going to draw this out. He then picked up the side strings and quite sharply jerked the string up into her crotch. She grunted and then wriggled in what looked like ecstasy as he peeled it down her legs, the crotch string pulling slowly out from between her lips at the last moment before falling to the floor. She won the next throw but had to bend in front of him, offering everyone around a glorious view of her crack as she slipped the boxers off with her teeth. His rampant cock sprang back to hit her on the face. She lost the next throw and was lifted bodily and sat on the edge of the table facing her choice of lads. He pushed her to her back drew her knees around his neck and buried his face in her pussy. I remember thinking to myself 'Who lost that throw? He can do that to me any time he likes.' He stopped before she went over the edge, and this time she won his boxers, which again, she removed with her teeth. She was also kind enough to take him briefly in her mouth and slowly lick and suck his cock for a few moments, I guess as a thank you, before returning to the table. Yasmin was called next, handcuffed but was not immediately given the dice. Pete pushed her legs apart and slid one dice up her slippery little puss, the other he dipped in a pat of butter and slid up her back passage. 'Nooo,' she wailed. 'I guess you will have to squat on the table to encourage a fair throw. The front one is the guys, the back one is yours. Let him know if you need help expelling them.' Yasmin hesitatingly chose a lad who stood up and allowed her carefully to climb from his chair onto the table. 'If I win the first throw, I would like my cock sucked when I eventually lose. Please pretty please,' he said ever so nicely. Yasmin nodded with gritted teeth as she squatted in front of him trying not to lose control of both orifices at the same time. Almost by wriggling her body she dislodged the front one, but scored a five for the lad facing her. He laughed as she also scored a five and he replaced both the dice. This time she lost, and again he replaced the dice. She won this time and getting down from her squatting position on the table removed his boxers with her teeth and settled her mouth around his cock. She enthusiastically sucked and even from here you could see that he was quickly going to come. He held the back of her head. With her hands bound she was completely helpless and had to accept that he was going to come in her mouth. After the first couple of spurts he pushed her head back and dribbled the remainder over her tits. Gamely she turned to the next guy who picked up the dice, greased them both in butter and helped her onto the table before taking his time easing them both into her sticky holes. Again she lost the first throw. She sat there waiting for the guy to replace the dice expecting him to want another blow job. But no. He picked up a pint glass and pushed it underneath her as she squatted on the table. 'I want to see you pee in this,' he said. Yasmin paled, but later admitted that luckily she had wanted to go earlier and been frightened to ask Pete if she could go. She knew what awaited her. She closed her eyes and tried to shut off the noise of the room. That may or may not have been helped by the room going quiet as everyone was fascinated to see if she would do it. She could and did, managing to half fill the glass eventually after a couple of trickly false starts. The lad stood up and pissed into another one, almost filling it this time and putting it alongside hers. 'If you lose this time,' he said. 'You have to drink it.' Now Yasmin really did go pale. He, not so carefully, stuffed the dice back up her puss and arse and waited. She almost cried with relief as her arse shook a six before expelling the dice from her puss for a four. She climbed down from the table and removed his boxers before creeping back to her seat to massed applause. She was pleased to see the waiter remove both offending glasses. Sarah was next called and was noticeably shocked to be fitted with a helmet that buckled under her chin and covered her eyes in front. It was fitted with a small padlock at the side of her face that was locked with a key. Handcuffs were then fitted, with her hands behind her back and again locked with a small key. Pete sat her down and went off to talk to some guys on the floor. He asked the waiters to bring out another big table which they placed in the middle of the room. This was not going to be fun for Sarah. I knew that she could be a bit snooty and Pete was talking to a couple of big fat guys. What was he up to? The two guys obviously agreed to whatever Pete had in mind because one of them stepped forward, removed his boxers and lay, legs akimbo, flat on the table, his erection pointing at his chin. He came back to the table and led Sarah down the room. 'There is a guy lying on the table in front of you,' he said. 'I have hidden one of the keys somewhere on his body. When you have found it we will unlock whatever it fits. Then you can look for the other one. Blindfolded and tethered he led her to a chair standing immediately behind the guys head. You could hear whispers all around, 'I'll bet it's hidden in his mouth.' 'No. I'll bet it's up his arse.' I cringed for her and remembered how the big guy had slobbered over me. This one on the table was almost as bad and the other one was yet to come. She felt around in front of her with her head and obviously felt his balding head beneath her lips.' She shuddered. Pete helped her to climb onto the chair and slither forward half on to the table. She probed behind his ears with her lips and tongue. Even checking around the back of his neck. With her head resting on his she wormed her tongue into his mouth. I was so sticky at this stage that I nearly masturbated on the spot. I knew Pete would not let me. This was so gross I just wanted to come and come. She found nothing and moved on wriggling her body down his chest. He started to play with himself, gently masturbating as she wriggled unseeingly down him. She licked under his arms, and, as she did so her tits came in contact with his mouth. He bit and nibbled at one of the nipples. She had no idea how wide the table was and therefore had to stick to lying on his body, leaning from time to time over his chest to lick away at his flesh on the sides. She wriggled further down before coming into contact with his cock as it poked her on the top of the head. She wriggled forward and was unable to stop herself taking it in her mouth. She was obviously pretty worked up and game for anything. As she investigated around his cock and under his sac, in case it was taped there, his hands came into contact with the tops of her thighs. He roughly pulled her pussy over his mouth, holding her in that position as he chewed on her lips. You could hear him now slobbering away, and at last I could see Sarah coming. She came like a train, soaking his face and writhing on his mouth. He raised his knees and her lips sought out his arse-hole. She had obviously heard the whispers and also felt that that was the sort of thing that Pete might do. Her tongue squeezed into his brown knotted orifice. You could see her shake her head in disgust as she found nothing there. He lowered his legs back to the table and she continued to wriggle down his body, his cock sandwiched between them. From the pummelling he had given it earlier I knew that with this sort of titillation it was not going to be long before he came. Sure enough as her pussy lips came into contact with his cock and, coincidentally her lips came across the key between his toes, he came, spurting between them. Pete lifted her off and tried the key in the padlock on her handcuffs. It did not fit, so he unlocked her mask. Now Sarah could see the enormity of what she had suffered. And she had more to come. The fat guy was replaced on the table by an even fatter guy. Poor Sarah. She took a deep breath and nudged his toes with her lips. Not so easy twice. Pete led her round to the head of the table again and helped her up to begin her journey over this guys body. Now she could see. In some ways this was easier, but in other ways worse. She could see what she was crawling over. She kissed him to investigate his mouth. Empty, well apart from a very active tongue. He lifted his hands so that he could play with her tits, They were being really mauled but at least now she could wriggle and see into his arm-pits. Nothing. He pulled her along his body and she checked out under his double chins. Greasy, but no key. He knew she had to make the journey down his body. She knew that although she could see that it was not taped to his cock that she had to take it in her mouth. I knew how she felt. There was no degradation worse than this. They were sixty-nineing. He was lapping at her crack and slobbering. She wriggled further down, her tits around his cock and just like the last guy he spurted between them, still sucking and licking at her quim. She found the key and sure enough. She should have guessed, it was half sticking out of his arse. She gripped it between her lips and pulled. It eased its way out, as did a big fart, which was met by a cry of 'Get me off here' to Pete. He took the key, undid the cuffs and freed her arms. He started to lift her off. The fat guy meantime was still licking and slurping, holding on to the cheeks of her bum like a security blanket. 'Wait' she said. She closed her eyes, concentrated and started to pee. We all burst into applause. We could see what a filthy slob the guy was and this was pay back time. He was obviously shocked, but did it stop him. No. He just buried his face further, lapping and drinking. We almost looked the other way but it was fascinating in the way that a cobra tries to fascinate a mongoose. We could not look away. Pete led a shivering Sarah back to her seat. Hannah and I were left. We looked at each other. Oh no. What could be next. Hannah got the nod before me. That made me even more worried. Pete escorted Hannah down to the middle of the floor and sat her on a seat. He then proceeded to rub two or three pats of butter into her breasts. 'I would like each table to select one volunteer to come forward please. Perhaps we could start with this table here.' The guys talked amongst themselves and one of their number stepped forward. Pete held Hannah's breasts in both hands and said 'Here put your cock in between these magnificent tits and see what happens next.' The guy dropped his shorts and eased his cock between her tits. 'Hold them up for him please Hannah.' She held them up and pressed them together as he straddled her knees and rubbed his length between them. The friction was soon going to make him come. With the butter lubricating the passage it would have felt not unlike her vagina. He had been at it no longer than a minute or two before he spurted all over her face and hair. This was just the start as a queue formed, a succession of lads who each duly straddled her, and relieved themselves by wanking between her tits. Her face and hair and breasts were soon covered in dripping spunk. What a sight she made. You could see that some of the boys who had not been chosen had decided that they could stand no more and pulled themselves off anyway. Indeed one lad who had done just that, actually stood up as the last boy was finishing and just shot all over her legs. He did have the grace to apologise. Hannah was eventually allowed to stand up and disappear off to the bathroom to wash up before returning to the table. I felt sorry for her because this had not only been demeaning but also that she was never going to get an orgasm like that. She later said that she had got quite a buzz from the feeling of power she had over the boys. She used to be embarrassed about the size of her tits and here were the guys revelling in them. I guess I was last again. I waited to hear what I had to do. Pete stood up. 'Gentlemen, Oh and Ladies' he said. 'I was not too sure what to do with our Cindy but she has rather suggested her role to me herself.' I looked puzzled. 'Did I not see her slap away a couple of hands earlier. Was there anybody here who got hurt in that cruel way.' A few hands went up. 'Yes she slapped my hand.' 'Yes she elbowed me away.' 'As I thought. Cindy, stand up to be punished. As ye sew, so shall you reap.' My heart leaped. He was going to beat me before all these people. I just knew that I was going to come. I started to salivate, through both sets of lips. I tried to protest. 'No Pete. Not that. Please.' 'If I thought that you meant it, I would stop,' said Pete. 'If you do not want to do it walk into the kitchen now.' He knew me too well. I was getting hot for this. I sat there at my place and just nodded my head. 'Two chairs, seat to seat,' he said. The chairs were set. The backs were low enough for me to bend over the first one and hold on to the back of the other one. He kicked my feet apart. And again further. I was soaking wet. I knew, I could feel myself dripping and I am sure I could even smell my arousal. 'Form a queue. One table at a time.' I realised that everyone was going to get the chance to slap my bottom. That was thirty or more. They started. Some were more like taps, others a grope. More and more however they were standing back and slapping me really hard. I started to anticipate each slap. I could feel myself pushing my bottom towards the next hand. I was wriggling and I could feel my bottom colouring. The ones who were groping me obviously thought that they were turning me on, but in truth it was the smacks that were doing so. I could hear myself shouting 'Harder.' Suddenly I was conscious of the next person taking up a different position. I assumed it was just a left-hander, but realised it was the girl who had been wearing the red suit, now magnificently naked bar stockings and suspenders. 'You are really enjoying this,' she acknowledged. I could hardly disagree, she had wiped her hand along my lips and felt the arousal flowing. 'Catch this.' She slapped me hard first on the left breast and then the right. I howled and wriggled, but after that all the girls slapped my breasts until they too were sore. Eventually the queue ceased and I stood, my bottom crimson and my cheeks flushed with desire. I needed to be finished off. I desperately wanted some peace and quiet to ram my fingers up my pussy. Pete said quietly to me. 'I want to try something else. This may hurt. Shout the red word if you want me to stop.' This was worrying but I was so close to coming I craved pain. He lay me down on a table on my back. I started to put my hands up my sopping cunt, but he slapped them away. I looked to see that he was holding a lit candle that he had taken from the mantelpiece. He held it a foot or so above my body and tilted it to allow a small drip to hit me on the chest above my tits. I gasped. ' Noooo.' But I knew what I had to say to stop. That one drop was not too bad. A couple more would be ok. He trailed it down between my breasts, dribbling hot wax as it moved lower. He moved to the side and I held my breath expecting my nipple to bear the brunt. But no. He circled my breast about an inch or two from the nipple. It was getting hotter. He was getting lower. He stopped and waited to collect a spoonful or more before dropping it. I screamed as it hit my nipple full on. And lower still. I could feel the wax cooling and stiffening around my erect nipples, holding them in that position. I wanted to rub them and masturbate but could not move my hands where I gripped the sides of the table. I knew where it was going next and waited with baited breath again while he first circled the nipple and then dumped on it. He circled my belly button, but I was delighted to say did not drop any in there. Even in that state, my wracked body knew I would have difficulty getting it out. I felt the drops moving lower from my belly button. I felt hands pulling my legs apart. This was the first time I had remembered that I had an audience, and I was shocked to see them crowding around, standing on chairs and tables. They were silent. The wax dripped onto my pudendum and I jumped. Red came to my mind, but stayed there. He decorated my outer lips. He must have been lower again. it was hurting like hell. There was a long pause as he gathered liquid at the base of the flame. I screamed again as it hit the middle of my lush inner lips. They were so wet I could practically hear the sizzle. 'Last drops coming up.' Said Pete. 'Just your little clit.' I felt a finger easing it out from under its hood. It stood hard like a little cock. I realised it was the woman in red who was standing beside me easing it out. 'Red.' I shouted and Pete raised the candle and lifted it away. I was so grateful I could have cried. I was desperately close to orgasm, but that was going to be too much. I felt the woman's lips on mine. Her tongue flickered around my teeth and tickled my tongue. I gave myself up to her. I fought to get my tongue in her mouth. 'Say green,' she whispered. 'It will only hurt for a moment.' I gasped. It wasn't over. She played with my clit and my body jerked. She stopped, teasing me, so I begged her not to stop.' 'Say green. Take the wax.' 'I can't, no I can't. Please don't make me.' 'Hush dear,' she said. 'No-one will make you do anything. Just say green and it will be all over. Until you've tried it....' 'No. No nooooo, Green. Green.' I cried. Pete had not gone away. I guess the candle had been collecting liquid wax all this time. 'Are you sure,' he said. God bless him. 'Yes. Yes. Green. Green. Hit me with the wax'. He did and I screamed and orgasmed in one movement. I bucked and jerked and rubbed my labia with both hands, forcing three or four fingers up my cunt. I was out of control and the girl in red was still tickling my clit. When I came back to earth Pete lifted me down from the table and Yasmin and Frankie half carried me to the kitchen. The girls gathered around me. 'I'm okay,' I said. Give me a few minutes and a drink. They brought me a bottle of cold bubbly. Sarah bustled off apparently in a mood. I could hear her from the kitchen shouting 'That's it. Party's over.' To the room as a whole and to Pete a direct 'How could you do that to Cindy, you bastard.' She appeared back in the kitchen with an armful of our clothing, which we hurriedly and shamefacedly put back on. 'I'll never talk to him again,' she started. 'Hang on Sarah. It was okay.' I chickened out of telling her that it was wonderful and that I had never come so hard or so fast. She was not to be crossed and after dressing we trooped out of the kitchen door leaving the boys to say good-bye to the waiters. We were silent as we started to walk home before luckily grabbing an empty taxi. On arriving home we sat around the lounge waiting for the boys to return. We pulled out the last few bottles of wine and sat, almost silently, each with our own thoughts. I had to come clean. 'Sarah, it really wasn't that bad. Oh listen, who am I kidding it was fantastic.' The girls looked at me with their mouths open. 'Well of course it stung a bit. Especially when he brought it down low, but I would let him do it again tomorrow if I could. Not today. I am not sure I want to come like that again. So soon anyway.' Sarah was not easily mollified. 'Well he must be sick to think of something like that. How would he like us to do it to him.' It went quiet again and more wine was drunk. 'Well,' said Yasmin. 'We could ask him if we can do it to him. Or even embarrass him into having to agree if we come on all hurt.' 'We haven't got any candles,' I said. 'Otherwise, I think it's a brilliant idea.' 'Well,' said Yasmin again. 'I collected half a dozen candles from the restaurant on the way out. In case we had a power failure on our last night. Or maybe just in case, of course, that we wanted to get our own back. And well, maybe you could try it on me. Perhaps just my tummy. Not down there or my breasts or anything.' We looked at her in amazement, speechless. She perhaps felt that she needed to keep talking. 'Well, you see, I don't think I have ever been so turned on just watching before. I nearly came when you did.' We fell about laughing. Even Sarah. She had the grace to admit that she had also been very turned on, but what with the screaming and everything she thought Pete had been a little sod. 'Don't forget, I always had my escape word Red. And in case you didn't hear it, I used it, before he hit my clit and he pulled straight back. If it had not been for that woman in red I would never have agreed and what an orgasm I would have missed then. Anyway I am not burnt anywhere.' They insisted on seeing for themselves. It was true. There were patches of wax still and it was bright red in parts. Like my bottom after a spanking. It really was quite satisfactory. The boys came in soon after. They had obviously stopped for a quick beer on the way home and had bought a few bottles of bubbly back from the restaurant. They were quiet and shamefaced. Sarah started in on them as we had planned. She concluded with, 'There is only one way we are going to forgive you and talk to you again. If Pete takes it like a man. Cindy here has a candle.' Pete looked a little shocked, but what could he say. He stripped off his clothes, took a long drag of bubbly and lay on the table where I had indicated. To show him there were going to be no hard feelings, I gave him a big tonguey kiss and started to massage his dick. I wanted him to come like I did. He needed to be turned on. 'The panic word is Red,' I whispered in his ear. He kissed me back more readily and started to play with my tits now only covered in a t-shirt. I poured a drop or two of bubbly over his chest and licked it off, following this up with some in his navel and then over his cock. He was rampant and ready. I held the candle quite high so the first drop would almost have hardened before it hit. His face was a picture. This was not as bad as he had thought. I continued to drop it from a height as the wax surrounded his nipples. I pinched them both to make them a little more sensitive and lowered the candle to about a foot. This time he jumped and groaned, partly in pain partly in desire. I think. I didn't care. He hadn't said red. I gave the job of wanking him to Frankie, so that I could concentrate on the wax flow. 'Don't let him come,' I hissed at her. As he had done to me, I moved down his body, but took some delight in dropping a big dollop right in his belly button. Let him try getting that out in a hurry. I had kept the candle fairly high. It was never that painful that he would want to panic. I dripped around the top of his thighs and into his pubic hair. I held up his balls and managed to place a few drops on his perineum, where it would solidify before it reached his bum. How would it go on his balls I wondered. Only one way to find out. He jumped but said nothing. He was very close to coming. I gestured to Frankie to stand back and Pete made a grab for his cock himself. We hauled his hands back as I waited to allow a large drip to form. I lowered the candle to about six or eight inches and poured a tablespoon full of hot wax onto the underside of his cock. Before we could release his hands he had spurted come all over his face and chest. His hands scrabbled to tear of the hardening wax and rub himself to a finish. A big grin spread across his face as he said 'Hey guys, that wasn't too bad. Who's next.' Josh was quick to say,' Well I would be happy to be the next boy to go, but look there is only half an inch of candle left. Maybe just enough for a quick drop or two onto one of the girls.' We looked at Yasmin who piped up, 'Okay Josh I will go next, as there is only half an inch left, but look.' From behind her back she produced another six candles and Josh paled. I had no interest in watching again and took Pete off quietly to one of the bedrooms for the four or five hours we had left before we had to start packing. I understand that they split up into pairs, waxed each other and, as we had done, disappeared off for a more gentle form of loving to round off an amazing holiday. Chapter 16 Frankie here. Just signing off our little story. What can I tell you? That we all had sex on the bus on the way to the airport. No. That we all had sex in the toilets waiting for the bus. No. I wouldn't lie to you. That we all joined the mile high club. Not even that. We quietly travelled back to Manchester airport, no sign of the hi-jinks that we had been up to only a few hours earlier. Yasmin called us together at one side as we waited for the bags. 'Can we say goodbye now, in here?' she said. 'My parents are picking Hannah and I up from the airport, so I don't want to be kissing you all in there I am afraid. I will be locked in my room for ever. And it is only a few weeks back to the start of term again. We will see each other next year won't we.' She was close to tears. Cries of, 'Of course.' 'You bet.' 'Try stopping me.' were all we needed to bring about the group hug. 'Look,' said Josh, 'perhaps we could start a club next term. I mean I don't suppose we could get student union funds for it, but with twelve founding members maybe we could stretch our wings a little. Anyway, it is worth thinking about it. We will meet up the Wednesday after Freshers Week in the Five Bells. See you all there.' I left with a gratifying moistness between the legs. I hope you enjoyed our holiday as much as we did. Frankie.

Sylvia's Little Secret byPrettyPerkys© Chapter One Damn, I forgot. Sylvia still had my wallet. I handed it to her when I started driving because it was uncomfortable to sit on and she had dropped it into her purse. We walked through the busy crowds in the mall and I forgot to get it back when I left her in front of SuzieCreamCheeze, the trendy new shop that just opened. She said she wanted to check it out, hopefully to find a new blouse. I bussed her cheek goodbye and wandered down the busy hallway, window shopping and admiring all the attractive women bustling around. We had agreed to meet in an hour at Starbucks but I was ready for a drink already. I turned around and walked back to the shop she had just disappeared into. There were several women and a young couple sorting aimlessly through the colorful fashions, every aisle overflowing with the latest styles. I couldn't see Sylvia anywhere so I headed toward the back of the store looking for her. I passed a changing booth as I walked, seeing with pleasure a shapely pair of legs below the skimpy curtain as a woman tried on a pair of tight black pants. Her boyfriend stood holding her purse and coat, looking uncomfortable and embarrassed in such highly feminine surroundings. As I walked further back I noticed two young men unsuccessfully trying to look nonchalant. As I got closer one nudged the other and shuffled away, grinning guiltily. It was obvious he'd been peeking into a changing booth and was afraid of being caught. I stopped and watched as the other quickly returned to his vantage place after glancing at me to see my reaction. I felt my own pulse increase slightly and shrugged my shoulders and nodded to let him know I was aware of what he was doing and was okay with it. At first glance the curtain looked fully closed, but a gap of 2 to 3 inches remained open at one edge. From where I was standing I couldn't see anything except a woman's bare feet, but it was obvious the man could look directly into the booth from his viewpoint. He peered inside intently for a moment then glanced back at me and grinned. He flashed me a 'thumbs-up' and motioned me to move closer, to share the view he was obviously enjoying so much. Feeling my own excitement start to grow, I moved closer and strained to see into the booth. The wall inside was mirrored and I could see more of the woman reflected in it. She was standing with her back to us and looked naked except for a pair of tiny thong panties. She appeared to be intently studying the price tag on a blouse and by straining my neck I could just see the side of her bare breast. I felt my cock stirring in my pants and as she turned slightly I jerked back, but not before her breasts came fully into my view. He motioned me closer again, whispering, "Don't worry." His hand was holding a bulge in his pants as he continued, "This chick's really been hanging it out and she knows I can see her. Great tits, eh?" Yeh, I thought, great tits, indeed. The only thing wrong was that they were my wife's! I couldn't believe it. Sylvia was standing there practically naked and it did seem obvious that she was aware of him. I was surprised at myself as I realized my cock was now fully engorged as I watched her. She continued to pretend interest in the blouse's tag, ignoring him but at the same time shifting to more fully expose herself in the mirror. I could see that her fingers were trembling lightly and her nipples were hard and protruding. Her mouth was open slightly and her breath was coming in short bursts. The signs of her arousal, so familiar to me from the last few years, were now obvious. There was no question about it, she was definitely turned on. And even more shocking to me—I was too. The man reached out and gently slid the curtain open another inch. She turned slowly toward him, all pretense of innocence now gone. She dropped her hands to her hips and looked directly into his face, seemingly mesmerized. As I moved closer she suddenly looked up and saw me standing behind him. The look of shock on her face was instant and terrified. My sweet Sylvia jerked back from the curtain, her arms involuntarily crossing in front of her breasts as if to protect her modesty. How ironic, I thought. Here she was getting off by flashing her breasts to a stranger and then recoiling from the man who sees them naked every day. I put my hand on the man's shoulder and drew him away from the curtain. "That's my wife," I told him. I chuckled a little and added, "Looks like I'd better have a little talk with her . . . whadda ya think?" He looked even more shocked than she had and quickly stammered, "Hey, sorry man. I didn't know." I grinned. "Relax. I'm glad you enjoyed her." He looked at me with disbelief. I nodded encouragingly and as subtly as I could, adjusted my crotch. He glanced down at the bulge in my slacks and grinned nervously. "How 'bout you meet us down at the Starbucks in a half-hour or so?" I asked him. "You might enjoy getting to know her even more." He glanced over my shoulder just as Sylvia stepped out of the booth. Looking even more uncomfortable and confused he mumbled, "Uhh, maybe I'll do that," and hurried toward the exit before she saw us talking. Sylvia was carrying the new blouse and looking extremely uncomfortable as she walked up next to me. Without saying a word I took the hanger out of her hand and hung it on the nearest rack. She tried to brush past me in the narrow aisle but I blocked her way, grabbing her arm and pulling her roughly to me. I leaned down and whispered menacingly into her ear. "You little slut." Her eyes immediately filled with tears. "You loved that, didn't you?" Unable to meet my gaze or answer, she tried to pull away but I held her firmly and marched her out of the store. "How long have you been playing this little game?" I demanded. When she failed to answer me, I walked her to the center of the mall and pushed her onto a bench. Dropping beside her without easing my grip on her arm, we sat silently for a few minutes. I watched as she tried to regain her composure, dabbing at her eyes and taking a series of deep, ragged breaths until she seemed to relax a little. Raising my voice slightly I repeated, "How long?" When she finally answered her voice was very soft and low. "I've only done it a couple of times," she whimpered. "Honest. The first time was an accident when I was trying on swimsuits last summer." She glanced up at me trying to gauge my reaction. "Go on." She could see I wasn't going to let her off without more information. She took a deep breath and continued. "Some guy glanced into my booth and saw me as I was taking off my bra. I was so shocked guess I just kind of froze. He grinned at me and I was so embarrassed I smiled back without even thinking. I reached up to close the curtain and he winked at me and mouthed 'thanks'. I got dressed as quickly as I could and rushed out of the store, praying I wouldn't run into him." "And?" I prodded again, still acting like I was pissed off. "When I got home and felt safe, I realized that at some level I enjoyed what had happened. It had been really obvious he liked looking at me and I knew it must have been pretty sexy for him. During the next few days I found myself flashing back on it more and more. Even though I felt kind of cheap and embarrassed every time, I realized it had really turned me on." "So, what happened next?" I asked. "I seemed to become more aware of how other men looked at me and how I appeared to them." She took a deep breath and continued. "I was trying on shoes a couple of months later and suddenly realized the salesman had been looking up my skirt. I pretended I hadn't noticed and 'accidently' let my hem slide up until I was almost sure he could see my panties. I wasn't really flirting with him but I knew I was doing it deliberately, hoping to turn him on." "Did he say anything?" "No, but he began to touch my calf, holding it each time he slipped on a shoe. I'd never had a salesman touch me like that before and I smiled when he did it, letting my knees fall open slightly each time. I could tell he was really enjoying it and I realized that I wanted him to see more of me. "I'm getting a hardon just listening to you," I whispered. "What happened then?" For the first time she looked directly at me, surprised at my confession. "I even fantasized that I wasn't wearing panties," she whispered. "Christ, go on. What happened then?" "His boss came by just then and started hovering near us. So of course we stopped and I stood up and told him, 'Thanks, but no thanks,' and left the store." Sylvia took a deep breath and looked me right in the eye. "Christ, Honey, I couldn't believe how turned on I was." I glanced at my watch. It had been 20 minutes since we left the store and I was thinking about the guy, wondering if he would show up at Starbucks. "Tell me about your next experience," I said. Sylvia could obviously tell by now that I wasn't as pissed off as she thought and was actually captivated by her story. She seemed to relax a little more and her voice grew stronger, as if sharing her secrets was taking a huge load off her mind. "There was only one more time until today," she continued. "I went into a Victoria 's Secret outlet last week and picked out a couple of bras. I honestly hadn't thought about doing anything naughty but as I went toward the back of the store I saw a really cute guy handing something over the door to his girlfriend's changing booth. He looked over the door and made some comment and I heard her giggle. He looked up and saw me and realized I'd caught him peeking. He grinned playfully and shrugged his shoulders innocently at me and I smiled back at him as I went into the next booth. The doors were fairly low and louvered instead of having curtains and I could actually look down through the louvers and see him right outside. It was kind of exciting knowing that if the louvers were reversed he'd be able to look right in at me." Sylvia's leg was pressing against mine and I continued to hold her arm tightly as we sat on the bench, oblivious to the crowds passing by.. She dropped her hand on my thigh and squeezed and I could tell she was excited again as she continued. "I took off my blouse and bra and stood facing the door. I could see him shifting back and forth slightly, hoping he would move closer. Sure enough, the next time he handed her something he glanced down into my booth and saw me looking back at him, my breasts totally exposed. He looked surprised but quickly realized I was exposing myself for him. I stood there for what seemed like an eternity as he studied my breasts. I couldn't help myself and started to touch myself softly; pulling my nipples the way I love and his eyes were glued to me. I was getting so turned on I thought I was going to cum on the spot. Unfortunately, his girlfriend came out of her booth and they walked away." I had trouble finding my voice. "So you haven't done anything more until today?" I finally asked her. She shook her head slowly, suddenly looking embarrassed again. "Can you forgive me?" she whimpered. "Hmm. I'll have to think about that, I guess." I stood up and pulled her close to me, holding her tight enough that she couldn't help but feel my erection pressing against her. I kissed her softly a couple of times then leaned back and looked deep into her eyes. I grinned and said, "Let's head down to Starbucks and have that cup of coffee. Who knows what might come of all this." Part 2 Dan took my hand and we started down the mall. He ignored me as we walked and if he hadn't been holding my hand so tightly I would have thought he wasn't aware I was with him. He seemed different somehow, like he was battling with himself, his mind a mile away. We entered the seating area of Starbucks and he hesitated for a moment, glancing around before selecting a table in the corner and dropping heavily into a chair. Without saying a word he pulled me down next to him. We sat in silence for a few more moments as he continued looking around. I couldn't read the look on his face and I was afraid to be the first to break the silence. I knew he had been shocked by what I'd done but I couldn't tell how upset he was and I didn't have any idea what to expect next. I was so thankful he hadn't been drinking this early in the day. He could get so nasty and unpredictable when he drank. I wanted to cry, to ask him to forgive me again, but I was afraid to break the silence. In all the years we had been married I had never felt so conflicted with him. "I'm really sorry, Honey" I finally blurted out. His silence was starting to freak me out. I felt so guilty about what he had caught me doing and I was absolutely mortified as I confessed my other exploits. "I always thought you were the prudish one," he finally said. "Remember that spring party your roommate invited us to during your last year in college? She said it was going to be fun and kinky and we'd have a great time. I really wanted to go and have you wear a sexy outfit but you chickened out and said you were too bashful, remember?" I remembered it well. Beth, my roommate was definitely wilder than me and I'd always been both fascinated and a little repulsed by her and the stories she brought home after some of her exploits. She was an exhibitionist at heart and Dan had always encouraged me to lighten up and be more like her. He'd really wanted to attend the party and had bought me a revealing dress to wear but I refused. Finally on the last day I agreed after he suggested we create a safe-word I could use if I decided I just couldn't handle it. "Do you remember what our safe-word was?" he asked. I thought back, wondering why he was bringing this up now. I closed my eyes and it finally came back to me. "Sushi! It was sushi and we said that either of us could use it if something didn't feel right," I blurted out. "Right," he said. "Sushi. Good old sushi. And you used it just before we walked into the party, remember? I was pissed off at you for a week, but I respected your decision and we cancelled out." He was still looking over my shoulder and he suddenly looked pleased with himself. He reached into my purse and removed his wallet and took a $20 bill out. He handed it to me and told me to go buy us some coffee. "And don't ever forget that word," he added as I walked away. "Sushi will always work if you ever really need it," I went to the counter and ordered our lattes, wondering why the hell he had brought up our old safe-word. Before I could think it through and try to make some sense of it, the barista started chatting as she made our drinks. She looked like a cute little dyke and was so friendly and outgoing I felt myself start to relax as I listened to her. What a crazy afternoon, I thought. I hoped Dan was going to accept what had happened and not be too disgusted with me. After all, he had admitted to getting a hardon when I told him about what I'd done, so surely he couldn't be too pissed. Feeling somewhat better, I paid for the coffee and turned around. I was surprised to see a man sitting at our table. He had his back to me and was leaning forward listening intently to whatever Dan was telling him. I walked over and put the coffee cups down before sitting next to Dan. "You remember your old friend," Dan grinned, "don't you, Sylvia?" The young man looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't recognize him. I tried to be polite as I could and said, "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I don't remember you." Dan seemed to enjoy my discomfort for a minute, and then hissed, "Perhaps if you took your clothes off it would come back to you." "Oh my God!" I was suddenly mortified, absolutely mortified. I recognized him alright—it was the guy from the store! I looked at Dan and he was leering at me. I looked back at the young man. He looked a little nervous but just shrugged his shoulders and grinned. "Nice to meet you formally, Sylvia," he said. "My name's Brandon." He reached across the table and shook my hand. "And I think Dan is a very lucky man to have a beautiful wife like you." I could feel my cheeks burning. Christ, I was so embarrassed I thought I was going to die, but at the same time I felt myself getting turned on again. Brandon's eyes kept dropping to my breasts and he made no attempt at being subtle about it. I could feel my nipples involuntarily harden and felt relieved knowing he couldn't see them through my bra. Dan reached beneath the table and squeezed my leg hard, very hard. He leaned close to me and whispered in my ear, loud enough for Brandon to hear. I don't think I'd ever heard his voice sound so hard and cold, and I'd heard it cold plenty of times before. "I think Brandon needs a latte too, Sweetheart. I think you should go order one for him." I started to push my chair back but he still had hold of my leg. He dropped his voice even lower before continuing. "And before you come back with it, I want you to go into the ladies room and remove your underwear, understand? All of it. And do it now!" I couldn't believe what he was saying. I know my mouth dropped open as I looked at him and he squeezed my thigh again, only this time hard enough to hurt. The pain made it obvious—he was deadly serious and I suddenly knew I had no choice but to do what he said. I looked at Brandon and found no sympathy in his eyes. The look of expectation on his face made it clear his excitement was as high as Dan's. I stood up feeling my legs shaking and weak beneath me. I felt like I was in a daze as I walked over and stood in line to order the coffee and in my confusion I tipped the girl $5.00 and told her I'd be back in a minute to pick it up. Walking to the ladies restroom I felt like a zombie and quickly stepped into a stall. When I tried to unbutton my blouse I looked down and saw my fingers trembling so hard I didn't think I could do it. I knew I was nearing a point of no return and I leaned against the wall, feeling my breath come in short, labored gasps. I took a few deep breaths to settle myself down and realized that I not only didn't have the will to alter my course, but was actually excited by what Dan had ordered me to do. I took a last, deep breath and began to unbutton my blouse, my fingers sure and quick now. I unhooked my brassiere and slipped it down my arms before folding it and stuffing it into my purse. Reaching under my skirt I tugged my thong down my legs and stepped out of it. 'My god,' I thought, 'what was I doing?' I knew I should stop this madness but I felt powerless. I pushed the panties into my purse with the bra and opened the stall door. My reflection in the mirror greeted me and I checked to see if I looked as naked as I felt. My blouse was dark enough that my areolas weren't visible but my nipples were hard and clearly poking through the clingy material. 'Not too bad,' I thought, 'most people probably won't even notice.' I left the restroom and headed down the hall toward Starbucks again; acutely aware of how my breasts were jiggling with each step I took. I didn't see anyone that seemed to be obviously looking at me and was almost to the point of becoming relaxed by the time I got to the coffee stand. The barista smiled and pointed to a cup waiting for me, but as I reached for it I saw her eyes drop to my breasts then quickly back up. She grinned again and winked and I realized she had definitely noticed. I felt my cheeks flush but was secretly pleased by her reaction. Both Dan and Brandon were watching me carefully as I approached the table, their eyes glued to my jiggling tits. They had changed places while I was gone and Dan now had his back to the room and Brandon was facing me. I sat down in the empty chair and slid the coffee cup in front of him, feeling his leg press immediately against mine as I did so. "Thank you, Sylvia," he smiled. "You make a very sexy waitress. The only thing that would be better is if your blouse wasn't buttoned so high." I automatically looked down to see how much of me was showing and as I did his hand reached out and traced a finger slowly down from my neck to the first button. I sat there frozen, hardly believing he would go any farther. I could feel myself getting more turned on as he deftly slipped the top button out of its slit. He opened another one and I was shocked at how warm his fingers felt against my chest. I looked over at Dan and he was staring intently, totally mesmerized by what Brandon was doing. I looked around the room feeling embarrassed and guilty, but since Dan was blocking the view no one seemed to be paying any attention to us. It was a good thing, because Brandon's hand slipped inside my blouse and firmly cupped my entire breast. I looked at Dan and could tell he had grown even more excited. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, concentrating on how incredibly good Brandon's fingers felt as he began to pinch and roll my nipple. Without thinking, I put my hand on his leg and squeezed, wanting him to know how much I was enjoying his touch. Dan noticed my hand move under the table and knew exactly what I was doing. He leaned closer to us and whispered hoarsely, "Brandon, my friend—I think our sexy Sylvia might be getting a little turned on. Whadda' you think?" "I certainly hope so," Brandon responded. He slipped his hand out of my blouse and put it over mine, pulling it slowly up his leg to his cock. I tried to jerk away but he held on, molding my fingers around it's hardness with his own. "She can damn well tell I am," he chuckled. Squeezing my fingers again, he leaned toward Dan. "And I think you're getting pretty turned on yourself knowing that, aren't you Dan?" He released my hand but instead of pulling away I continued to touch his cock, loving the feel of it pulsing beneath my fingers. Brandon was either wearing boxers or was going commando because I could feel the length of his shaft hanging unconstrained against his thigh. I squeezed it again, trying to gauge its full length. He slouched back into his chair, giving me easier access to it. He sighed audibly, watching Dan's eyes as they followed the movement of my arm where it disappeared under the table. "She certainly seems to like what she's doing, Dan, but I can't tell if she's really turned on or not." Dan looked at me and smirked. "With Sylvia, there's one way I can always tell for sure," he added. "Her cunt never lies." His voice broke slightly when he emphasized the word cunt, and I felt a frightening chill as he added, "I think maybe you should check it out." I couldn't believe what he just said! Brandon's hand moved to my knee. He squeezed it lightly a couple of times then slid it higher, hesitating when it reached the hem of my skirt. He looked at me expectantly and I knew he was waiting for a signal from me. I wanted him to stop, but God, it felt so good and I was so turned on. I looked at Dan; still not sure how far he wanted this to go. A tiny drop of spittle had formed in the corner of his mouth and a thin sheen of perspiration was on his upper lip and I recognized both as familiar signs of his sexual arousal. His excitement was now so evident I knew he wanted me to continues and that whatever happened next was totally up to me. Brandon's fingers slipped under my skirt, slowly and teasingly pushing higher and I knew I should stop him—and stop him now before he discovered just how excited I was. "My safe-word, oh god, what's my damn safe-word?" I looked at Dan again, hoping for a sign that would make me remember it. Instead, over his shoulder I saw the little barista walking toward us, absently wiping empty tables as she drew closer. I panicked and clamped my legs together to stop Brandon's hand just as she caught my eye and winked. Too late—Brandon's fingers had reached my bare cunt and was gently pressing against his prize. Thank god she didn't seem to notice what was going on because she turned to walk away and I felt an incredible rush of relief. I closed my eyes and exhaled, realizing that I had been holding my breath since I first saw her. My legs relaxed involuntarily and I arched my back, pushing my ass forward against Brandon's hand. Dan's mouth was hanging open and I could hear his breath as he watched my movements and tried to imagine exactly what was happening under the table. With one smooth motion, Brandon's fingers slipped easily into the hot, slippery folds of my flesh so deep I could feel his ring touch my outer lips. I was lost. He pumped his fingers into me a few times then withdrew them and began to roll my swollen clit and I felt my need overtake what little control I had left. I tried to squirm away but each movement I made only increased his pressure on my clit. I knew there was no way I could allow myself to reach orgasm, but a wave of heat began to spread through my body so deep and powerful I must have momentarily blacked out. The next thing I was aware of was Dan pulling me forcefully to my feet. As we started to walk away he turned to Brandon and smiled, looking extremely pleased with himself. "Brandon, why don't you come over for dinner this weekend? I'm not sure what Sylvia might cook up for us, but I can assure you it won't be sushi." Chapter III: Sylvia Gets the Last Laugh Sylvia and Brandon give Dan what he wants. Brandon was pumped, no doubt about it. He had been looking forward to this evening for two weeks, ever since the afternoon he lucked out and met Sylvia and Dan at the Mall. Talk about being in the right place at the right time—wow! He still couldn't believe his good fortune—the kind of luck he'd fantasized about all his life but never really believed could happen to him. He carefully steered his car through the affluent sub-division, keeping his eyes peeled for their street. A sack with two bottles of wine, one white and one red lay gently clinking together on the seat next to him. Purchased as an ice-breaker in case of any awkwardness when the three of them got together again, he was optimistic they wouldn't be needed. But it never hurt to be prepared: and prepared he was. He touched his shirt pocket and grinned to himself as he felt the packet of condoms there. It had been painfully obvious that Dan got off watching him make moves on Sylvia both in the changing booth and at Starbucks, and there was little doubt her orgasm had been genuine when he touched her. As he felt her cum on his hand, Brandon had looked over at Dan and could see the excitement in his face, almost like he was cumming at the same time as her. Brandon felt like he had fallen into the most erotic wet-dream of his life and tonight he was going to make sure he didn't wake up without taking it to heights he could only dream of. He pulled into their driveway and cut the motor. Opening the car door he quickly walked up the sidewalk, smugly aware that his cock was already half-hard in anticipation of what was to come. As he rang the doorbell, he took a deep breath and prayed silently that she hadn't changed her mind. He wasn't worried about Dan—he knew he had him totally under his spell and that he'd pretty much go for anything. But if Sylvia was feeling guilty about what transpired between the three of them or was afraid of Dan's reaction, the evening he was anticipating could definitely go belly-up. The door opened and Brandon's concern immediately dissolved. Sylvia was standing there dressed in a white summer dress that hugged her petite figure so silkily it left no doubt she was wearing nothing underneath it. She stepped back for him to enter and he could see Dan sitting on the couch behind her. He handed her the wine as she closed the door, then instinctively reached out and gave her a warm hug. She seemed a little surprised, but she smiled demurely and returned his embrace before leading him into the room. "Welcome, Brandon," Dan said as he stood up, "come on in." He rocked unsteadily on his feet and Brandon could smell the alcohol on his breath. "I hope you brought your appetite with you. Sylvia's got something all warmed up I think you're going to enjoy." He reached out and flicked his fingers against her crotch and chuckled at his crude attempt at humor before offering his hand for Brandon to shake. Sylvia's reaction was visceral, her cheeks instantly flushing with embarrassment. Dan's remark struck Brandon as so unnecessarily offensive that he instinctively felt a surge of protective ownership of her. Ignoring Dan's hand he turned to Sylvia again. "I brought us some really nice wine. How 'bout if we go find a corkscrew and pour us all a drink?" Not waiting for either of them to answer, he took her hand and guided her toward the kitchen before Dan could say anything more. He watched as she rummaged through a drawer looking for a corkscrew, her cheeks still blushing profusely. As she handed it to him, Brandon took her hand in his and squeezed gently. "Look, Sylvia," he said softly, "we don't have to let Dan call the shots tonight. I'm here because of you, not because of him. And I hope you really want me to be here as much as I do." He stepped closer to her, their bodies almost touching and brushed the back of his fingers over her cheek. She smiled in gratitude and seemed to relax a little. "Thanks, Brandon. I appreciate hearing that," she whispered. "He's been pretty obnoxious to me since we met you and I don't know quite what he expects tonight. I can't even believe what happened at the Mall—that was so unlike me." She blushed again and looked away. "I hope you don't think I'm terrible." "I think you're very special, Sylvia, and I'm looking forward to getting to know you better." She looked away without saying anything. "And I'm really pleased that you liked what happened at the Mall as much as I did." He opened the wine bottles carefully, waiting to see if her lack of response was agreement or denial. "You did enjoy that, didn't you?" he added softly. Sylvia's cheeks flushed again as she almost imperceptivity nodded her head. "Look," he said. "Here's the way I see tonight playing out. I'll be in charge, not Dan. I'll take things as far as I think you want, and you have to trust me. Anytime you feel like you don't want to go along just give me a safe-word and I'll respect it, I promise. But make damn sure before you use it. Because if you do—it's all over, and you may miss out on something you'll regret the rest of your life, okay" Sylvia's eyes were big as saucers. It was obvious she'd also had a drink or two before he arrived but they were bright enough to signal she knew what she was doing and was excited at the prospects. She nodded her head in agreement and whispered, "The only safe-word I can think of off-hand is the name of the store where we met, SuzieCreamCheeze. Would that be alright?" "Perfect, Sweetie. Now let's go have a really special evening." Dan had settled back on the couch when they re-entered the room. Brandon sat on the other end of the couch and watched carefully as Sylvia bent to pour the wine, admiring the way the neckline of her dress fell open just enough to give a tantalizing glimpse down her cleavage. "Here's to Sylvia," Brandon said, holding his glass up in a toast, "looking even lovelier than I remembered." "Thank you," she smiled. She walked to the kitchen and put the white wine in the refrigerator then returned and went to the stereo. She turned the volume down, looking somewhat embarrassed as she was fully aware that both men were admiring her ass as she bent to do it. "What kind of music do you like, Brandon?" she asked. Dan interrupted before Brandon could answer. "Put on some stripper music and give us a little dance, why don't you?" he chuckled. Again turned off by Dan's crudeness, Brandon quickly got to his feet and walked over to her. "I'll pick the music," he muttered to Dan. He looked through the rack of CDs and selected one of Chris Botti's old romantic songs. "Here," he said as he handed it to her, "this is perfect for some slow-dancing, and I'd really love to dance with you, Sylvia." Ignoring Dan, he took her into his arms and started moving to the music. She came stiffly into his embrace as he led her into the slow beat, holding her loosely at first but feeling her begin to relax as she gained confidence. He slid a hand down her back and pulled her closer, deliberately pressing his crotch against her. He looked over her shoulder at Dan and saw that his eyes were glued on them as he sat draining the wine from his glass. Brandon slowly danced them closer to the couch until they were right in front of Dan, then dropped his hands and cupped her buttocks and began to squeeze rhythmically, his fingers pressing the thin material of her dress into her crack. Dan's eyes followed his every movement, his mouth hanging slightly open. Sylvia melted against Brandon, putting her arms up to clasp her hands behind his neck and lean back from her waist, increasing the contact between them even more. She let out a low, guttural moan as she felt his now fully-hard cock pressing suggestively against her. She felt his fingers work the hem of her dress up and slip under it, and knew Dan had a close-up view of Brandon's fingers on her bare ass. Dan sat slouched deep into the couch, sipping another glass of wine and watching while his hand absently rubbed his crotch. Brandon continued dancing, enjoying the erotic contact between their bodies. He ran his hand up her side to caress her breast, enjoying the growing plumpness of her nipple. He pinched it softly, then harder as he tested to see how much pain she liked, increasing the pressure each time he rolled it between this thumb and finger. She moaned louder each time he pulled and tormented it, her enjoyment becoming more obvious and vocal. The music ended and Brandon stopped moving, but continued to hold Sylvia close against him. He reached up with both hands and caressed her cheeks looked deeply into her eyes and seeing the lust in her eyes, leaned down and kissed her passionately. He slipped his tongue into her open and waiting mouth and felt her respond with a hungry exploration of his own. Breaking the kiss, he turned to Dan. "I want the couch," he ordered. "Go get me a glass of wine from the fridge." Dan obediently jumped up and stumbled toward the kitchen, his eyes never leaving Brandon's hand as they deftly undid the remaining buttons on Sylvia's dress. "And take your time," he added. Brandon waited until Dan was at the kitchen door and had stopped to look back, then deliberately slipped the dress off Sylvia's shoulders and tugged it down over her hips to drop in a crumpled heap at the floor. She stood before him, totally naked and proud as he looked her body up and down with obvious approval. He pushed her gently to the couch and stood directly before her, taking her hands and placing them on his waist. She knew exactly what he wanted. She quickly undid his belt and lowered his zipper, tugging his slacks and boxers down his legs to allow his hard cock to flop directly in front of her face. He knew he didn't have to pull her head forward or thrust toward her, she was going to do what she wanted anyway and he smiled and watched as she immediately sucked it deep into her mouth and slathered her tongue around and around it. Brandon glanced toward the kitchen. Dan was standing in the doorway with the glass of wine in his hand, frozen with lust as he watched his wife sucking another man's cock so hungrily. Brandon pointed to a chair next to the couch, indicating that Dan should sit there and keep silent. He unbuttoned his shirt and stripped it off and threw it toward Dan, then reached down and took Sylvia's head in his hands and began pumping his cock deep and rhythmically into her willing mouth. He could feel his need to cum start to surge, his balls tightening up and signaling him that if he didn't slow her down . . . and soon . . . he was going to cum. It took all his control, but he pulled his cock out of her mouth with a loud slurping pop and laid her back against the couch. He stood between her splayed-open legs and placed her feet on the coffee table behind him. He turned to Dan and pointed at his shirt that lay at his feet and ordered him to reach into the pocket. "Throw me a condom, Dan—this lady has just earned a royal fucking and I'm going to give it to her." Dan franticly searched the shirt pocket and retrieved the strip of condoms stashed there, tearing one off and obediently holding it out toward Brandon. "Not me," Brandon said, "open it up and give it to your wife." Sylvia took it from Dan and started unrolling it over Brandon's cock. She had it slipped half-way up his shaft when she hesitated. She looked up at Brandon and then over at Dan who was eagerly watching her every move, his hand groping himself through his open fly. With a deep breath, she suddenly pulled it off and threw it back to Dan. "No," she whispered. Her voice gained strength as she took a deep breath and looked back and forth between the two men. She looked deep into Brandon's eyes, then locked onto them and continued. "I want you to fill me with your cum." When he didn't say anything, she looked over at Dan. The years of taking orders from him were over and the resentment was evident in her voice. "And you will suck it out of me when he's through." Dan's eyes went wide with shock His mouth fell open and he sat back with surprise and watched as Sylvia pulled Brandon toward her. She spread her cunt lips with one hand and grasped his shaft and rubbed the head of his cock up and down her opening, slathering her juices over him until he glistened as brightly as she did. Her head fell back against the couch and she thrust her ass toward him, rubbing his cock against her swollen clit before guiding him directly into her waiting cunt. Brandon lost all semblance of control. With one wild thrust he slammed his dick into her as deep as it would go. He could feel his balls slapping wildly against her ass and he began to pound her like a sledge-hammer, all finesse gone, the basic need to fuck taking over his movements. He could feel her reaching up to meet his thrusts one-for-one, with an animal-like acceptance of being used the way she was made to respond. They both came at the same time, moaning and yelling and gasping with their completion. They were hardly aware that Dan had moved closer until they felt his seed spurting all over them as he furiously pounded his cock in time with their cumming. Brandon fell away from her, exhausted and gasping for breath. He sat back on the coffee table and watched as Dan lurched hungrily between Sylvia's legs, his tongue slurping loudly as he licked her clean. She grasped him by the back of his head and pulled him roughly to her cunt, holding him there as she felt his tongue probing deeply between her bruised and swollen lips. He sucked her clit and plunged his fingers inside her, pulling them out to lick the pungent mixture of juices from deep inside her sloppy cunt and moaning as he exploded with another climax against her leg while she reached yet another orgasm. Brandon watched as Dan fell away, completely exhausted. Sylvia remained as he had left her, her legs splayed open and a look of complete satisfaction on her face. She looked up at Brandon and smiled weakly, nodding her head slowly and giving him a tired but meaningful wink. With his foot, Brandon roughly pushed Dan out of the way and pulled her to her feet. He knelt in front of her and lovingly wiped her thighs and legs with the crumpled dress. He reached for his pants and shirt with one hand and took her hand with his other. "Let's go have a nice, hot shower, Sylvia." As she led him from the room he looked back at Dan lying curled up on the floor. His voice dripping with distain, he tossed the soiled dress back at him. "We'll be taking the bedroom for the night, Dan. You stay on the couch and in the morning I'm taking her to the mall to buy a dress to replace this one." Sylvia pulled him eagerly toward her bedroom. She looked at Brandon and then back at Dan. "And I can assure you we won't be shopping for it at SuzyCreamCheese," she grinned.

A Night on the Town byVegemiteman© Chapter 1 It had been an interesting time in Stuart's life since "that night". He had questioned Elizabeth numerous times, trying to get an answer as to whether or not the events she described were true but, being the cheeky person she was, she always played coy and was non-committal in her answers. Stuart had even spoken to Jayne, Elizabeth's best friend, and asked her but was met similar responses. The one upside of the whole thing was Stuart and Elizabeth's sex life had never been better! As a married couple with 2 kids, their sex life for the past few years had been somewhat stagnant. They had settled into a routine of about once a week, sometimes fortnightly. The only time they really let their hair down and had time to fully enjoy each other was on the rare occasions they found a babysitter and had a night away - usually in a hotel after a nice dinner or a movie. This was when Stuart saw some of the Elizabeth he had heard about early in their relationship. Elizabeth had a healthy sex life when she was younger - nothing outrageous but a lot more exciting than Stuart's which, until he met her, consisted of his right hand and a solitary visit to a brothel - which was both a waste of time and money. Originally, he had hated hearing about her escapades - it drove him crazy with jealousy. Once, early on in their relationship, they had been out at a function for Stuart's work and had run into an ex-boyfriend of Elizabeth's whom she had some particularly interesting experiences with. All night, Stuart was thinking about those stories and how angry it made him, to the point where he wanted to go and punch the guy in the mouth. Elizabeth had seen the anger, but Stuart brushed it off as anger at how she had been treated at the end of the relationship, hiding the true reasons. Elizabeth was a smart woman however, so the stories had stopped. As they grew older together, had 2 wonderful boys, worked through all the typical issues a married couple have around the 7 to 10-year mark, Stuart had been a lot more open to hearing about his beautiful wife's past. He started prompting her for bits of information - a question here, some innuendo there - and slowly Elizabeth had started to share them with him again. Since the story about Bill, everything had changed. Elizabeth had come out of her shell. Where Stuart used to be the instigator for their weekly sex, Elizabeth was now like a woman possessed. She was groping him in the kitchen while he was washing the dishes, the kids sitting metres away watching TV. She was sneaking into his home office during the day and surprising him with deep, passionate kisses or sucking on his ear lobe and breathing heavily into his ear while he was trying to type emails or write documents. At night, it was all he could do to keep up with her. Almost every night ended with the couple sweaty and thoroughly exhausted after riding each other to orgasm. Elizabeth had also developed a habit of sending Stuart dirty messages throughout the day while she was at work - describing what she wanted to do to him when she got home or what she wanted him to do to her. Other times she would tell him about a customer that she had just served, describing what she would do if she could. This drove Stuart wild as he had developed quite a fetish for imagining his wife with another man. That was why the story about Bill had been such a turn on for Stuart - and why it was killing him to not know if it actually happened or not. A few months after Elizabeth recounted her experience with Bill, Stuart began to plan a special weekend away for them. It had been a while since they had a kid free weekend, Elizabeth's favourite comedian was performing soon and it seemed like all the stars were aligning. He organised her Mum to come and stay with the kids and made her promise not to tell Elizabeth - he wanted it to be a surprise. He organised a room at her favourite hotel and got front row tickets for the comedian's show. It was going to be a great break from their day to day lives. Chapter 2 Elizabeth was exhausted. She had just finished an 8-hour shift. Retail was not the most exciting career but it was flexible and that was what mattered with kids. As she pulled into her street, she was trying to decide if she had the energy to make love to Stuart that night. She definitely wanted too - she seemed to always want to lately - but it had been a LONG day. Maybe she would give him a hand job while she whispered things into his ear. He always liked that. She grinned at the thought of his rock-hard cock in her hand, her tongue slowly tracing around his ear as she breathily told him about something - and someone - she did in the past. Since her story telling adventure of a few months ago, she had become a lot more comfortable telling him stories, true or not. That experience had ignited something deep inside her that she had forgotten all about. She loved Stuart more than anything in the world and pleasing him physically gave her such joy - not to mention plenty of her own pleasure. As she drove into the driveway and opened the garage door remotely, she noticed a strange car in the garage. Small and silver, she had no idea whose car it was and why it was there. Just then, Stuart stepped out from under the garage door with a suitcase, a suit bag and a big smile on his face. She stopped the car as he walked around to the driver's door. Opening it, he leaned in and stuck his tongue in her mouth, swirling it against hers. His hand began to slide up her thigh, causing her legs to open slightly, however it then moved to her hip and she heard a "click". Suddenly, he pulled away from her, leaving her out of breath from the sudden, very enjoyable assault. Her seatbelt retracted. "I have a surprise for you. Your Mum is here to watch the kids because we are going away for the weekend." Elizabeth was taken by surprise - money had been a little tight since they took a family holiday earlier in the year. "I have packed everything so all you need to do is get out of the car, swap sides and let's get going!" Still reeling from the kiss, Elizabeth slowly climbed out of the car. As she stood up, Stuart put his arm around her waist and pulled her in close, kissing her again. This time his hands went straight to her ass, squeezing it firmly as their tongues danced again. He pulled her in close, letting her feel his growing dick pushing into her. She melted, unable to resist such passion. She wrapped her arms around his neck, losing herself in the kiss. He finally broke away and grinned ear to ear - he knew what he could do to her with just a kiss and he had done it. He took her hand and led her around to the passenger side, opened the door and closed it behind her. He then put their luggage in the boot and they were off. She hadn't said goodbye to the kids so she video called them from the car - they weren't too fussed as Nana had promised pancakes for breakfast and McDonalds for dinner. As they drove, Elizabeth began asking where they were headed. Stuart took the opportunity to play coy - never giving straight answers, talking in riddles or just flat out ignoring the question. Elizabeth was getting frustrated - she hated surprises and this was driving her mental. After 30 minutes of driving in the general direction of the city, she reached over and started rubbing his inner thigh, gently brushing against his cock through his shorts. In a sweet voice, she pleaded with him to tell her where they were going. Stuart smiled and took her hand off his lap, putting it on her own leg and patting it, repeating to her as he had done the whole trip so far. "Soon my love, soon." Giving up, Elizabeth pretended to sulk, crossing her arms and staring out her window. Finally, they exited the freeway and after a few turns, they pulled up outside her favourite hotel. She looked at him in shock - it was not a cheap hotel, even with his company discount, but the rooms were incredible. A valet came and opened her door and she climbed out. Another valet was already taking the bags from the boot. Stuart appeared at her side and took her by the hand, leading her up the steps to reception. They checked in and the concierge showed them to their room. He hung their bags in the closet and closed the door behind him. Elizabeth was shocked - even though they had stayed at this hotel before, this room was breathtaking. On the second to top floor, one half of the room was all windows, providing an amazing view of the city. There was a king size bed - not two single beds held together by a fitted sheet, but a proper king size bed. The bathroom had a very large shower with both rainfall and handheld shower heads and a spa bath in the corner that looked large enough to fit 4 adults comfortably. She looked at Stuart who was grinning like a Cheshire cat. "I take it you like the room?" Elizabeth lunged at him, ready to devour him on the spot. He grabbed her by the hips and spun, making sure she landed on the bed on her back while he landed on his left elbow, propping himself up. He kissed her again as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He started massaging her right breast, rubbing it through her bra and work blouse, squeezing it. She moaned in his mouth. She broke their kiss and stared into his eyes. "Fuck me, NOW!" Stuart smirked, knowing how much he had turned her on for her to talk that way. He sat her up and took her work blouse off, tossing it across the room. He then laid her back down and buried his face in her cleavage, licking and sucking her breasts. Even without touching her nipples, burying his face between her tits always drove Elizabeth wild. He began kissing his way down her stomach, reaching down in the meantime and awkwardly taking off her shoes and socks without looking. When he got to her work pants, he undid the button and clasp, causing Elizabeth to raise her hips so he could take them off. She slid them down her legs and tossed them in the general direction of her blouse. Then he resumed his kissing, all around her navel and onto her panties. He could feel the heat radiating from her. She opened her legs as wide as they would go and waited for him to taste her. Chapter 3 Stuart was having a rough time. Here he was - a beautiful hotel room, his amazing wife half naked on the bed, begging him to fuck her, legs spread waiting for him to dive in head first and eat her out just as she liked. But the problem was they had to be at the show very soon - Elizabeth loved this particular comedian and with front row seats, he didn't want her to miss out. He kept kissing her panties, making sure to kiss around her pussy, never directly making contact. His wife was squirming on the bed, ready to take matters into her own hands if he didn't stop teasing, as she had done many times before. So, with a sigh, Stuart stood up, adjusting his cock in his shorts as he did so. "Sorry to disappoint you babe, but I have another surprise yet and I don't want you to miss it." With that he walked over to their bags and opened them, taking out shirt and slacks for himself. He turned to see her still lying on her back, but propped up on her elbows, staring at him in disbelief. He shrugged his shoulders. "I promise this will be worth it. Go have a shower and then get dressed. I packed everything for you. I will be back in a minute." He hung the shirt and slacks up in the closet and left the room. Once outside the door, he stopped in the hallway and leant against the wall. He was so turned on right now - all he wanted to do was go back in the room and spend the night inside his wife, but he knew it would be better if he spent all night building her arousal. He went downstairs to reception and organised some chocolates to be delivered to the room while they were out. He called the town car company he had organised to take them to the comedy show, giving some final instructions. He headed back upstairs, hoping Elizabeth was in the shower already, not knowing if he had the will power to keep his hands off her if she was still on the bed. He opened the door to their room and heard the shower running. Walking towards the bathroom, his breath caught in his throat. Elizabeth was standing in the shower, body glistening with water, and the handheld shower head in her hand. She had turned the water to jet spray and was pointing it at her clit, pounding it with pressure. Her eyes were closed and her head thrown back. He could see her legs wobbling slightly, obviously enjoying the sensation. He was instantly hard again, feeling very voyeuristic watching his wife get herself off in the shower. He was about to grab a seat to watch the finish but then a thought struck him - she had taking great pleasure in getting him to the edge of release and then backing off multiple times - maybe it was her turn! He moved into the bathroom and lifted the toilet lid, making sure it made a big noise when it hit the cistern. Elizabeth jumped, shocked at the noise. Stuart pushed his rock-hard cock down and began peeing. "As great as that was to watch, we don't have time now. You need to hurry or we will miss the next surprise". He flushed the toilet and washed up, leaving her stunned in the shower. A minute or two later, the shower turned off and he heard the door open and close. Smiling to himself, he started getting dressed. He heard Elizabeth chuckling in the bathroom - he wondered if she had found the items he had packed for her in the toiletry bag. He finished getting dressed and sat down to put on his shoes and socks. She walked out of the bathroom and stood in front of him, her hands on her hips and her feet shoulder width apart, a big grin on her face. She had found the pale blue G-string and bra set he had packed for her and was standing in front of him in just the G-string. Small and lacy, he could see her pubic mound through the material. His heart skipped a beat - despite having seen her in these numerous times before, the sheer sexiness of her took his breath away each time. "Where are we going that you think I need to wear these?" He shrugged his shoulders again and shook his head, not answering. She rolled her eyes and went back into the bathroom. She emerged 15 minutes later, hair straightened, matching bra and panties on. She walked to the wardrobe and found the blue dress he had packed for her, short, snug around the waist, leaving a lot of cleavage on display, and the chunky heels. She took them out and put the dress on, pausing for him to do up the back. As he slowly dragged the zipper up, he kissed her back the whole way, causing her to shudder. Once the zip was up, he brushed her hair away from her neck and kissed her, just below the left ear, with a slow, sloppy kiss, gently pressing his tongue to her neck. She yelped, ticklish as ever, and moved away. She sat on the chair and strapped on her heels. She stood up and did a little twirl for him, making sure she met his approval. Stuart felt himself slowly nodding, completely taken in by her beauty. After getting dressed and performing a little twirl, Elizabeth noticed her husband's body language. His eyes were slightly closed, like he was tired, but coupled with his short, sharp breaths, his hands slowly opening and closing by his sides and the fact he hadn't blinked in about a minute, she knew he was as turned on as she was. Seeing him eyeing her like a piece of meat made her even hornier than she already was. Her interrupted shower session coupled with the make out session on the bed had her on the edge - she needed to cum and she needed it now. So did Stuart by the looks of him but he blinked a few times, shook his head and walked over to the nightstand. He came back to her with her favourite bracelet and she held out her wrist as he put it on. He kissed her quickly on the cheek, told her how beautiful she looked and that it was time to go. She grabbed her clutch, took his offered arm and they left the room. Riding down in the elevator, Elizabeth looked at him in the mirror. Navy shirt, opened at the neck, light grey slacks, brown belt and matching brown shoes, jacket slung over his shoulder - her husband scrubbed up wonderfully. She leant her head on his shoulder. "Have I told you lately how much I love you?" she asked him She watched him smile in the mirror and lean his head on hers. "Yep - and it's only half of how much I love you!" he responded. Laughing, she replied as only she could - "You wish, Jellyfish." The elevator door opened and they stepped into the lobby. As they walked toward the lobby doors, the valet's opened them, allowing them to pass. Elizabeth caught one of the valet's checking out her ass, making a whistling motion with his mouth as she passed. She couldn't help but smile - despite Stuart's assurances that other men did check her out all the time, she never believed him. Distracted, she looked where they were headed and stopped short. Sitting in front of the hotel was the nicest car she had ever seen. Not sure if it was a BMW, Mercedes or something else, she watched Stuart shake the hand of the driver and turn back to her. He waved his hand, gesturing for her to get in. She slowly walked forward and, as gracefully as she could, slid into the rear seat. As she felt the supple leather on her thighs, Stuart walked around the other side and climbed in next to her. As they both buckled in, they had a quick kiss - both wanting it to last longer but both acutely aware of the driver. He started the car and they pulled away from the hotel. Stuart took her hand in his and smiled. "I hope you enjoy tonight. I know you are worried about money, but I have been planning this for a while, so don't stress. Just enjoy yourself. You do so much for me and the boys, it's the least I can do to spoil you occasionally." His thumb was stroking the back of her hand as he spoke and she shuddered, another tiny ripple of excitement climbing through her body. Her G-string felt like it had just come out of the wash - it was stuck to her pussy, absolutely soaked. She could not remember being this turned on in her life. If whatever they were off to do took too long, she may just drag Stuart to the closest secluded spot and take him right there! Chapter 4 The car ride was very quiet. Stuart held Elizabeth's hand the whole time, his thumb gently tracing patterns on the back of her hand. She eagerly looked out the window, trying to work out where they were headed. Earlier, Stuart had given the driver instructions to take the most circuitous path to the venue as he could, trying to keep her off guard. Finally, after about 10 minutes of circling the venue via different side streets, they pulled up out the front. The driver came around and opened Elizabeth's door - as she stood up to get out of the car, Stuart ran his hand up her leg, gently squeezing her ass. She stumbled slightly, shocked at the sudden contact and the driver caught her, holding her steady. Stuart hopped out laughing, informing the driver that she hadn't even had a drink yet! Elizabeth swatted him with her clutch, thanked the driver and headed for the doors. Stuart slipped the driver some money and arranged to be picked up after the show. He slid his arm around Elizabeth's waist. "Any idea what we are doing here?" Elizabeth looked at the building in front of her. At least 75 years old, the exterior was extremely old and rundown. It was a two-storey building, the windows upstairs had been blocked out and there was no signage. She shook her head. "None whatsoever. Can I at least get a hint?" Stuart chuckled and started walking her to the doors. He opened one and let her inside. It was dark in the lobby but off to the right there was a staircase leading up to the second floor. Directly in front of them were two sets of double doors, very old and ornate, with long brass handles running vertically along them. Stuart again opened the door for his wife and followed her through into a large, levelled theatre. Directly above them was the balcony seating, still empty at this stage. In front of them were a series of descending steps - the first level just chairs, below that some tables suited for 4 people orientated to face the large stage at the front of the room. Some tables were already taken, people sitting enjoying a drink and some nibbles. On the lowest part of the room, there were a small number of booths, with the high backs a half circle. Stuart led them right down the front, to the booth directly in the middle. The table in the booth was a half circle, opposite in shape to the back of the booth. It had a long white table cloth on it, with a tasteful centrepiece of flowers in the middle. Stuart motioned for Elizabeth to sit and once she was settled, he moved to the other side and sat next to her. The seats were extremely comfortable and, despite being over six feet tall, the back of the booth was still higher than Stuart's head. Elizabeth was looking around, a look of excitement on her face. A waiter appeared in front of them with menus - they would have dinner before the show began. Elizabeth ordered a steak and fries; Stuart went with the burger. He ordered a bottle of wine her favourite wine for Elizabeth, and a beer for himself. Elizabeth turned to him. "Enough is ENOUGH, mister! What are we doing here?" Stuart looked into her eyes, loving the way the sparkled, admiring the colour of them. "Well my love, we are here to see a comedy show." Elizabeth looked puzzled for a second then squealed, jumping slightly out of her seat and reaching for her clutch. Within and instant her phone was in her hand, her thumbs furiously typing. "OH MY GOD. Are we seeing this?" She turned the phone screen towards him, showing a website with the comedian's face and the title of his new stand-up routine. Stuart nodded and Elizabeth squealed again. She dropped her phone, grabbed his face with two hands and kissed him, hard. Her tongue snaked into his mouth, twisting with his. He knew this would be her reaction. She had mentioned multiple times how much she enjoyed his comedy and that, not only did she think he was hilarious, but that she found him ridiculously good looking. As she kissed him, Stuart wondered if she was still as turned on as she had been earlier. He slowly ran his hand up her leg, feeling her parting her thighs slightly as he did. As he got close to her pussy, he could feel the heat radiating from her. He brushed his fingers across her lace covered mound, making her moan in his mouth. As she opened her legs more, there was a gentle cough near them. They broke their kiss and looked - a waitress had returned with their drinks. Elizabeth was mortified. Here she was, tongue in her husbands' mouth, legs parted, his hand up her dress and the waitress standing there watching them. She was relieved to note the table cloth had covered his wandering hands from view. The waitress looked at them smiling, her expression one of amusement. Stuart apologised, explaining that tonight was a surprise for his wife and it was her favourite comedian - and her hall pass. Elizabeth blanched - what did he just say? The waitress laughed and nodded, saying something about how he was her favourite comedian also. Elizabeth's face was on fire with embarrassment, so she missed most of the conversation, until the waitress, after pouring a glass of wine for Elizabeth leant down towards her and whispered. "A good choice for your hall pass. He is simply amazing in bed and has the cock and stamina of a horse!" With that they were alone again at the table. Elizabeth must have reacted more than she thought to the waitress' comment because Stuart immediately asked her what was wrong. She took a long sip of her wine and told him. He threw his head back and laughed, loudly. He leant over to her, his hand finding it's way up her dress again. "And just when I thought you couldn't get any wetter. Tell me, my love, what are you thinking about now?" His hand started lightly stroking her thigh, not close enough to touch her mound again but still enough to give her tingles. She shook her head and took another drink. This was turning into a very interesting night. Chapter 5 Soon enough the waitress returned with their food. After placing it on the table in front of them and asking if they needed more drinks, she winked at Elizabeth and walked away. Elizabeth blushed profusely. She turned her attention to her meal and tried to think about something other than how horny she felt and how nice Stuart's leg felt resting against hers. They ate their meal, making small talk - the meals were very good so they didn't speak much. A different waiter arrived with another beer for Stuart. As he cleaned up the empties, he left a napkin in front of Elizabeth - it had the name of the comedian and a phone number. Confused she looked around and saw the waitress from earlier. She was smirking and pointing to the napkin and then the stage. Elizabeth almost choked - was this the phone number of the comedian? She quickly slid it into her clutch before Stuart noticed and went back to her meal. Her head was spinning, and not just because of the wine she was drinking at an ever-increasing rate. Three hours ago, she had just finished work and was exhausted. Now she was sitting in a theatre, all dressed up, about to see a show, horny as she had ever been and her celebrity crush's phone number was apparently in her purse. Meanwhile her husband was sitting next to her, rubbing his thigh along hers, making her already wet pussy drip even more. Where this night was headed, she didn't know but she knew she was going to enjoy it. After dinner was finished, the lights in the theatre went down and the MC for the night came on stage. He was funny and how the crowd laughing - some crude humour, some self-deprecating humour and a joke about a man and a donkey that made Stuart spit beer across the table. Next was an up and coming comedian who they had not heard of before. She was great and had the place rocking. She did some comedy songs, made a joke about being single in the age of Tinder and finished with a joke about her period. The crowd was in high spirits and ready for the main act. Elizabeth had finished her first bottle of wine and was well into her second when the headliner came on stage. Stuart looked sideways at her - if he wasn't mistaken, she couldn't take her eyes off his crotch. The comedian welcomed the crowd and thanked the performers who went on before him. He launched into his act and it was incredible. Stuart thought at one stage he was having an asthma attack he was laughing that hard - and he didn't suffer from asthma. Elizabeth was roaring with laughter next to him. The comedian involved the audience a lot, at one point having the lights shined onto their table and talking to them directly. He commented on how lovely Elizabeth looked that night and how lucky Stuart was. Elizabeth's face went a shade of red Stuart had never seen before. The act continued and at one stage the comedian was telling a joke and had his back to the audience. He bent at the waist and looked back over his shoulder for the punchline. The whole place erupted. Elizabeth was leaning forward, hunched over the table, shaking with laughter. Stuart leaned in and whispered in her ear. "Is that the position you want to be in while he pounds you from the back?" Elizabeth stopped laughing and looked from Stuart to the stage and back. Her face was flushed, part from laughter, part from something else. She thought about her husband and his fantasy of watching her with another man. Here in front of her was her celebrity crush. Had he seen the napkin? Stuart was looking at her with the same look from the hotel room - like a predator sizing up its prey. It had the same effect as last time - her pussy throbbed. Elizabeth looked down at the table, back to the stage, then to Stuart. She leaned over to him, placed her mouth to his ear and whispered. "I wouldn't be looking backwards because I would be too busy with your cock in my mouth!" As she spoke to him, she slipped her hand under the table and found his dick, hard as iron, through his pants. She began rubbing it through the material, causing him to shudder this time. She worked his length, back and forth, under the table cloth, completely hidden from sight. She was looking straight ahead at the stage, not giving away what was happening beneath the table. Stuart was panting, so aroused he was out of breath. Elizabeth unzipped his pants, and finding him not wearing underwear, freed his cock. She couldn't see it but from touch, it was as long and wide as she had ever felt it. She began working him, spreading the copious amount of pre-cum around the head and the top of the shaft. Then she began stroking, long slow strokes, having her hand go all the way to his lap and then all the way back until just her pinkie was around the head. She did this for a minute or two, trying to not make her shoulder move and just using her wrist. Then, as the comedian entered a part of his routine where all the lights went down bar the spotlight on stage, she sped up, really working his cock hard. Stuart was gripping the edges of the table, staring straight ahead without blinking. As the head seemed to grow even bigger in her hand, he turned to her and kissed her, moaning in her mouth as he came under the table. Spreading his legs wide as to not get any on himself, he began shaking slightly - obviously it had been an arousing day for him also. Elizabeth gave two or three final strokes then wiped her hand on the table cloth and took another drink of wine. She smirked as she watched her husband try to wrestle himself back into his pants - he had been trying all day to tease her but she had just turned the tables on him. Stuart took a long, long drink of his beer. He sighed contentedly and leant back into the booth. After some dessert and the rest of the comedian's set, they readied themselves to leave. As they walked past the bar, the waitress waved to Elizabeth, a big grin on her face. Stuart saw his wife blush and, once they were outside, asked what that was about. Elizabeth said she would tell him later. They approached the driver of their car and Elizabeth asked how far it was back to their hotel. The driver told her they had taken the long way earlier and that it was probably a 20-minute walk. Elizabeth told Stuart to pay the driver and that they would walk back to the hotel, as it was a nice night. Stuart did as he was asked and the driver waved goodbye. Elizabeth slid her arm into Stuart's and they set off. They walked in silence for a little bit, enjoying the weather. After 5 or so minutes, Stuart dropped his arm and took Elizabeth's hand in his - she always enjoyed feeling her small, delicate hand being enveloped by his much larger, strong hands. She looked up at him and smiled - she never realised you could love someone as much as she loved him. Elizabeth had an interesting past with relationships. She had been engaged when she was very young, she had also been tricked into being the "other woman" by someone she met online. Her last relationship before Stuart had been with a much older man. He had a daughter and didn't want any more kids - Elizabeth was desperate to be a Mum. They had split on bad terms and she swore off men. She was single for 2 years and threw herself into her career and travel. Then, on a night out with friends for New Year's Eve, she had spotted Stuart across the dance floor. She was smitten. They had talked and danced all night. When she was talking, he would run his fingers along her arm, making her whole body tingle. Then at midnight, he had kissed her and it was like she had her own private fireworks display in her head! Things moved quickly from there - moving in together, falling pregnant, having a baby, getting engaged then married. They had rushed head first through all of life's big moments and she didn't regret a thing. As she recounted all of this in her head, her past, meeting Stuart, how much she loved him and how much he clearly loved her, she had an unrelenting urge to show him just how much he meant to her. As they passed an alleyway, she dragged him into it. He asked what the hell she was doing. She stopped about halfway, pushed him into a doorway and started kissing him, passionately. Her tongue was going crazy in his mouth. She took his hands and placed them on her tits, prompting him to squeeze them. She moaned in his mouth. She could feel him growing hard - he had only unloaded maybe 30 minutes before but he was rising fast. Knowing one of her past experiences in particular turned him on more than the others, she pulled back from the kiss, smiled and dropped to her knees. She took him out of his pants again and put him straight in her mouth. She could still taste a little bit of his previous explosion in the club. Putting that aside - she really didn't enjoy the taste - she went about giving him the sloppiest and best blowjob she could. Chapter 6 Stuart was in absolute awe. He had planned for this night to be all about Elizabeth. He had planned to tease her, arouse her, work her up in to such a state that when he finally gave her the release she needed, it would blow the roof off the hotel. Instead, despite all the teasing and touching, he had first been given the most amazing hand job under the table in the front row of a packed theatre and was now getting the best blow job of his life in a dark alley way in the city. He gently brushed some of his wife's hair away from her face, so he could get a better view of what she was doing. He was so hard, even after only coming about half an hour before. Elizabeth had once told him a story about picking up at a club while out with Jayne and, while walking to another club down the road, she had taken her man into an alley between buildings and given him oral - just like she was doing now. Stuart was so turned on but knew he was not going to cum anytime soon. As much as he wanted to enjoy this for as long as he could, he wanted more to get her back to the hotel room and give her the thundering orgasm he had been planning. He reached down and placed his hands on her cheeks, turning her head up to look at him. When she made eye contact, his cock in her mouth, covered in her saliva, he almost fainted with happiness. He lifted her off the ground and kissed her deeply, tasting himself on her tongue and lips. He shoved himself back into his pants and said to her. "I am going to fuck you like you have never been fucked before!" They practically ran out of the alley and headed to the hotel. The valet's opened the doors when they arrived and they rushed to the elevator. The doors closed and they attacked each other, lips and hips mashing together. They rode up to their floor without parting and once the doors opened, rushed to their room. Stuart struggled to get the key in the door in the excitement but finally succeeded. Once the door closed behind him, Elizabeth shoved him up against the door, kissing him again. She practically ripped his shirt off and tossed it aside, then began working his belt. She kissed his chest and gently bit his nipple, eliciting a yelp of pleasure. Once the belt was undone, the pants followed and then she was on her knees again, her hands, tongue and lips all competing for a piece of his cock. Standing stock still with his pants around his ankles, Stuart knew if he didn't stop her soon, he was going to cum again and he didn't want that, not yet. And so, he tried to lift her head up to look at him, but she shrugged him off and kept sucking. Finally, Stuart pivoted away from the door and took 4 steps backwards, collapsing on the couch, creating some space between them. Elizabeth reached up her dress and all of a sudden, her soaked G-string was in her hand. She threw it at him and rushed towards her husband. Then she was on him again, kissing him, tongue dancing in his mouth, her hands once again working his cock. Stuart finally got his shoes and pants off. Elizabeth lifted her dress and stood on the couch, feet on the outside of his legs. She kept lifting her dress until he saw her pussy. She was wetter and her clit was larger than he had ever seen. He held his cock straight up, expecting her to ride him. Instead she put on foot on the back of the couch and took his head in her hands, burying it in her snatch. Stuart's face was instantly drenched in her juices. Elizabeth had never been this forceful. He began licking and sucking, all the while Elizabeth was rubbing herself on his face. He kissed her lips, taking care to try and avoid her clit. He dragged his tongue from the entrance to her pussy all the way up to her clit, stopping just below it. Elizabeth began to buck her hips against his face, frustrated that he was avoiding her pleasure button. Stuart reached up and inserted a finger into his wife, curling it inside, looking for her G-spot. He kept kissing and licking his way around until he finally took her clit in his mouth and started sucking. He sucked it against his teeth, using the hardness to put more pressure on it. He then started flicking it with his tongue, drawing circles around it. He felt her starting to tighten around his finger, so he began pumping it, hard. He pursed his lips on her clit and sucked, not letting go and applying constant pressure. She came, coating his face while yelling in ecstasy. Thinking she would want to rest, Stuart went to stand up, but Elizabeth had other ideas. Spinning around, she stepped off the couch, lowered herself and began riding his cock, reverse cowgirl style. Still in her dress, the hem up around her waist, she leant back and removed it over her head. Elizabeth took his hands, rubbing them over her bra covered breasts. Making circular movements with her hips, she started licking and nibbling his ear. Finally, she sat up and started bouncing up and down, driving his cock into her as hard as she could. Stuart was holding her hips, driving up to meet her with each thrust. He looked at his wife in awe - even after 12 years together, she could still surprise him. "Fuck me baby, fuck me like I have never been fucked before. Fill me with your huge cock, make me cum again. MAKE ME SCREAM!" Stuart was in heaven. He thought he had been turned on "that night" when his wife spent almost an hour teasing him with a tale of being taken by another man. But now here he was, the love of his life riding him like her life depended on it, screaming to be fucked - this was another level. He took his left hand and began rubbing her clit, doubling her pleasure. Elizabeth continued bucking up and down, her thighs slamming into his. She leant forward at the waist, changing the angle slightly, making her moan louder. Stuart removed his hand from her clit and grabbed both her breasts, mauling them with his hands. Suddenly Elizabeth had another orgasm, screaming his name as she came on his cock. Not slowing down, Stuart told her he was close. Quick as a flash, Elizabeth was on her knees, Stuart's cock in her hands and she pumped him hard. Just as he started to come, she pointed his cock at her cleavage and he exploded, coating the top of her tits and her neck. Stuart collapsed back onto the couch, completely exhausted. He looked at his beautiful wife, hair messed up, covered in his seed, thighs glistening with arousal and he had no words. She climbed onto his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. Kissing him deeply, she then took his face and buried it in her tits, coating his face in his own cum. Stuart yelled and lifted her off the couch, carrying her to the bathroom, Elizabeth screaming with laughter the whole way. They showered together, taking extra interest in each other's wet bodies and then collapsed into bed, completely spent. Chapter 7 Elizabeth woke early the next morning. Laying there listening to her husband breathe, she could not have been happier. As she turned over in bed, the soft sheets rubbing against her naked body made her pussy throb - maybe Stuart would get another riding this morning too. As she picked up her phone from the bedside to check for any messages, she noticed the napkin in her clutch. She took it out and looked at it. Suddenly, she made a decision. She began composing a text message...

Steve & Maria byBillnLynn03© Steve & Maria's 1st Date Before I begin my story, my name is Steve and let me tell you a little about myself. I am 34 years old and own my own construction business. I have been blessed to be successful and live on the Gulf coast of Florida. I was married once when I was younger but have been divorced for 5 years. I am 6' tall with a muscular build from working out. I work hard but also like to have a good time and definitely don't sweat the small things in life.  This is the story of how I met Maria. I met Maria at a friend's party. I had recently broken up with my girlfriend and was enjoying a little "alone" time.  While at the party, my friend Lisa introduced me to Maria. Maria seemed very plain.  In fact, I really didn't give it much thought. She was about 25 years old, tall with olive skin and long dark hair. She had beautiful eyes and a pretty face but I really couldn't tell much more.  She looked European to me. She was dressed in a loose top and baggy slacks. We exchanged small talk and I moved on. Can't say I really learned much about her. Later that evening, Lisa pulled me aside and asked me what I thought of Maria. I told her that she seemed like a nice gal.  Lisa said that Maria had recently broken up with a long time boyfriend and could use a friend like me. Then she said something that caught me off guard. Lisa said that Maria was "my kind of girl". Now Lisa and I go way back.  We never dated or hooked up, just always friends. We have shared many stories and happenings over the years. She knows me well and what kind of girls I like. She even knows some of my wild ways. T hat is to say, she knows that I have a very high sex drive and like women that are free spirited. Lisa gave me a wink and walked off. I waited a while and walked over toward Maria. She was talking to Lisa so I just joined the conversation. Lisa was telling Maria that she and her boyfriend, John, where going boating on Sunday and wanted Maria to join them.  John is also in the construction business and does very well. He has a 36' "go fast" boat and they were going to go to one of the barrier islands off the Gulf coast of Florida and hang out with some of their boating friends.  At first, Maria was saying no but Lisa was being very persistent so Maria gave in and said she would go. Then Lisa turned to me and asked me if I wanted to go. I know this is bad to say but honestly, Maria was just too plain for me. I started to make an excuse but Lisa was not having any of it.  I couldn't figure out why Lisa was so insistent that I get to know Maria. Finally, a little frustrated, I agreed to join them for a day of boating. After all, how bad could it be? A lot of my friends would be there so if it didn't work out with Maria, I am sure I could find other people to hang out with. Sunday morning around 9AM, I arrived at John and Lisa's place. John and Lisa were already busy getting things ready for the boat. I jumped right in and started helping out. A short time later, Maria showed up.  In the daylight, I could see that she was very attractive...even exotic looking. It appeared that she had on a one piece bathing suit with Capri baggy pants. Maria started helping Lisa in the kitchen and a round of Bloody Mary's appeared.  As we were getting close to finishing loading the boat, I had the opportunity to pull Lisa aside. I asked her why she was so persistent that I meet Maria. Lisa asked me if I trusted her. Of course I do, I replied. Lisa walked off. We boarded the boat and off we went. It took about 30 minutes to get out to the barrier island and we appeared to be one of the first boats there. We anchored and carried our "stuff" ashore.  What Lisa said was weighing heavy on my thoughts. Yes, Lisa knows me well and I trust her. She must know something that I don't. Lisa suggested that Maria and I go for a walk while John and she finish setting up. Why not, I thought.  I asked Maria if she would like to go for a walk down the beach. She smiled and said "sure". She took off her pants and sure enough she had on a one piece suit. Now, the last person I saw in a one piece suit was my mom. The suit wasn't particularly flattering but Maria sure did look good in it.  Now that I could see more of her body, she had long legs and tiny hips. She handed me another Bloody Mary and we were off.  As we walked, I started asking her questions. I learned that she was born in Spain but her parents moved to the US when she was a small child. She was the youngest in her family and had 3 older brothers. She worked as a Legal Secretary for a large Tampa law firm. She worked for the same Law firm that Lisa works for. That is how they met.  As we talked more and got closer to more current events, she seemed a little uncomfortable. Not picking up on it, I asked her about her most current relationship. She turned away a little and was quiet for a moment.  She then explained that she had lived with a guy for 5 years and that he was very controlling. He was extremely jealous and thought that Maria was flirting with every guy. She said that he made her wear baggy clothes when they went out. In the end, she said that he wouldn't let her go out with her friends or anything.  She said that she really loved him but that finally she got up the nerve to leave him and move to Florida several months ago. I could tell that the wounds were still fresh. I took her hand and we walked quietly for a few minutes. I told her that she was a very beautiful woman and that she was better off without the jerk. She smiled.  "Is that why you are wearing a one piece bathing suit," I asked.  She smiled and said that that was all she had. She said that he had thrown out all her clothes and made her buy clothes that were baggy and too large for her to hide her figure. We walked on for a little way and then turned and headed back. I told her about myself and a little bit about my last relationship. I explained that my girl friend had started to take me for granted. Maria said that that was never a good thing.  We arrived back at the boat and a few other boaters had arrived and set up. Maria wondered off. John and I started talking "shop". We often worked on the same projects so we had some catching up to do.  Lisa came by and handed each of us a beer and then eventually another. A little while later, Maria called my name. I turned to see that she was in the water by the boat. She motioned for me to come to her. I waded into the water toward her. When I reached her, she asked me if I would do her a favor.  "Sure," I said.  She told me that she felt kind of awkward wearing a one piece suit when all the other girls on the beach were in skimpy two piece suits. She said that she had asked Lisa if she had any extra bathing suits on the boat and Lisa pulled out a couple and put them on the back of the boat.  Maria asked me if I would pick one of the suits for her to wear and give it to her. I climbed on the swim platform on the back of the boat. There were two suits. Both were two piece and very stylish. One was blue and a modest cut. The other was a white T-back with a much smaller top.  I held both up for Maria to see and asked her which she wanted. She gave me a very sexy smile and said that she would wear which ever one I wanted to see her in. Since I didn't feel that I knew Maria that well and being the gentleman I am, I felt like I should pick the conservative two piece suit.  Lisa words kept coming back to me and I thought what the heck, I would go for it. I put the blue suit down, grabbed the white T-back and top and jumped back into the water. As I approached Maria with the suit, she asked me if I was sure. Maybe it was the beer talking but I said that I would love to see her in the T-back.  She crouched down and began to take her one piece suit off. Unfortunately, the water wasn't clear enough for me to see anything though I must admit I tried. She then took the T-back from me and put it on while in the water.  Next the top which she took her time adjusting. Once she had the suit on, she came over to me and gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek.  "Thank you," she said.  That had me puzzled but I must admit that this mystery girl definitely was starting to get my attention. She told me to go sit on the beach and that she would be out in a moment. I waded ashore, grabbed another beer, and took a seat in one of the chairs facing Maria.  She then started to wade out of the water toward me. First, I could see her tits, then her flat stomach, and then her hips and legs. The more I saw, the more I realized what an incredible body this girl had. She walked out of the water directly toward me until she was standing, dripping wet, in front of me.  She did a pirouette so I could see her backside. It was the most incredible turn-on and I had to shift in my seat as I was getting aroused. She looked down at me and asked me what I thought. I really don't get tongue tied but she had my undivided attention. I told her that she looked marvelous.  I got up out of the chair and noticed that just about every guy on the beach was stopped dead in their tracks and staring at Maria. Maria noticed all the attention that she had garnered and grabbed by arm and led me over to where the food was laid out.  I couldn't help myself from continuing to check out Maria's awesome body. In particular, I noticed that her nipples were hard and looked like pencil erasers sticking through the thin fabric of the top. Maria didn't seem to mind all the attention she was garnering. In fact, it seemed to me that she kind of liked it. Lisa commented to Maria on how great Maria looked. We grabbed some hot dogs, another drink, and sat down in a couple of chairs. It was quickly becoming obvious to me that Maria was not this shy conservative girl that I met at the party.  In fact, I was beginning to think just the opposite. We ate our lunch and Maria kidded me on the look on my face as she walked out of the water. I called her a "tease" and she admitted she was.  After lunch, we laid on our towels and just chilled for quite a while. While there were a lot of people on the beach by then, we seemed to be off in our own little world. We were lying on our backs when Maria reached over and started to run her nails lightly over my chest. Feeling her touch and looking at her gorgeous body started to get me aroused again.  I couldn't help myself as my trunks started to move. Maria couldn't miss my excited state. I started to roll over as I was afraid someone would notice me. Maria jumped up and started to run for the water.  I went after her. After we were in the water, we started to hug and I kissed her. At first they were gentle kisses but then they became more passionate. As I kissed her, she kissed me back. We broke our embrace and Maria snuggled up behind me. We were crouching in the water with only our heads exposed. I was so hard, I could hardly stand it.  The next thing I knew, Maria reached around and was putting her hand down my trunks. I started to grab her hand but she whispered for me to enjoy it. She took hold of my manhood and slowly began to stroke me.  She whispered that she was sorry that she got me so aroused but that it wasn't fair to leave me in that state. She then pulled my trunks down and began to stroke me again. We were facing the beach and could see everyone on shore having a good time but they couldn't see what Maria was doing. I could feel her hard nipples on my back.  Maria's stroking picked up the pace and in no time, she made me cum. As I was cumming, she bit me softly on my shoulder. I turned and we kissed passionately. Who was this incredible mystery woman? We broke our kiss and she gave me this sexy innocent smile. Then a slight frown came to her face, she said she now had a problem and it was all my fault. She really caught me off guard as I thought I had done something wrong.  She turned around and backed up against me. We were still crouching in the water up to our shoulders. She took my hands and guided them to her breasts. Her nipples were hard as pebbles.  As I gently rubbed my hands over them, I asked her if her problem was that she was turned on. She nodded yes. I told her that since I had caused the problem, I guess I would have to fix it. She nodded yes again. I guided my hands down over her stomach and rubbed her legs and hips. Slowly, I worked by hands to the inside of her thighs. She willing spread her legs as I began to touch her. I put my hand under the fabric of her T-back and ran my finger along her slit.  Maria was extremely wet and she seemed to suck my finger into her. She let out a soft moan. Slowly I started to circle her clit with my finger. I think I was beginning to understand this mystery woman.  As I continued to stroke her, I told her to stand up. She turned and looked at me with a quizzical look, smiled, and stood up. As we were in waist deep water, no one on shore could see what I was doing. Then I took another chance.  I told her that I wanted her to pretend to adjust her top but that I wanted her to let it fall completely off into the water, count to 10, and then she could put it back on.  She turned and gave me this wonderfully naughty smile. I think at that point we both knew we were going to be spending a lot of time together.  First she untied the back and then pretended to be adjusting the top strap. It fell off into the water. There was my mystery woman standing topless facing the beach with my fingers playing with her clit.  I heard a whistle and then some catcalls from the beach as the guys noticed that she was topless. Just then, Maria began to shiver as several orgasm rifled through her body. As they subsided, Maria reached down and picked up her top.  Looking down at me she said "30" and then began to put her top on. Sliding back down into the water, we embraced and kissed passionately.  It was getting late in the day and a lot of the boaters were starting to pack up and leave. I could see John and Lisa packing their stuff up on shore so we waded ashore to help them. Lisa and I were carrying some stuff to the boat when she turned to me and said "so, did you enjoy yourself today?" I smiled at her and winked. We quickly packed up the boat and headed home after a wonderful day. When we arrived at John's place, we helped them unload and clean up the boat. As we were all tired from all the partying and the hot sun, I thought it was best to head home. I walked Maria to her car and we embraced and kissed some more and then she was gone.  Steve & Maria's 2nd Date When I arrived home after our day of boating, my head was spinning. I had never met anyone like Maria before. I would never have thought that she was so beautiful and that she was not this conservative plain girl that I thought she was when I first met her. On Monday morning, I called my Florist and sent an arrangement of flowers to Maria's work. The card read "had a great day at the beach...hope to see more of you soon...Steve". Mondays are always busy for me.  I got busy with work and didn't really think much more about it. About 2PM, I received a text message from a number I didn't recognize. When I opened it, there was a picture of Maria with the flowers and a note to call her later. Of course, that was enough to distract me and get my mind racing. Later that evening, I called Maria. When she answered the phone, she seemed truly excited that I had called. She thanked me for the flowers and said they were very beautiful. We talked about our day and some general "stuff".  I purposely avoided bringing up what happened when we went boating as I was afraid that it was the liquor that made her do what she did. Out of the blue, she asked me if I thought that she looked sexy in the white T-back that she had worn at the beach. Of course, I replied. She then asked if I would do her a huge favor. She said that she needed to go shopping for some clothes and would I go with her. She could tell that I wasn't really excited about going.  She asked me if I trusted her and I told her I didn't have any reason not to. She told me that if I would be a good sport and go with her, she would make sure it was fun for both of us. Since she put it that way, I couldn't refuse. We agreed to meet Wed. evening after work at the Mall near where I lived. I thought Wed. evening would never arrive. I must admit that I was really looking forward to seeing Maria again. I arrived at the Mall around 6:30 and met her near the entrance. Maria looked beautiful but once again she had on baggy pants and an oversize top.  I still couldn't figure out why she was wearing such unattractive clothes. I guess she saw the expression on my face. She took my hand and we started to walk into the Mall. Maria then started to explain that the only clothes she had were oversize and unattractive (the only clothes her ex-boyfriend would let her have).  She explained that if she was going to hang out with a cute guy like me (made me blush) that she needed to get a few things that I would enjoy seeing her in and would show off her figure.  She led me into a store and took me to the back where the dressing area was. She told me to have a seat and she would be right back. In a few minutes, Maria returned with a handful of clothes and went into one of the dressing rooms.  The next thing I knew, the door opened and Maria walked out barefoot wearing a stylish pale blue jump suit. It had a zipper up the front and short sleeves. I am not necessarily a jump suit kind of guy but it did look great on her. I think she sense that I wasn't overly excited about it. She slowly lowered the zipper until her ample breast where partially exposed. Not too much but enough that I could see that she didn't have a bra on. "Is that better," she said giving me a sexy smile. "Now you have my attention." She headed back to the dressing room to change. Next she came out in a red, light weight, summer dress. It was made of a thin fabric and flowed very freely.  The dress fit her perfectly and was definitely more to my liking. The contract between the red dress and her olive skin was quite alluring. "Give me your honest opinion," she said. "You look great in the dress." "Steve, I want you to be honest with me. If you like what you see, I want you to tell me." She then did a spin and the edge of the dress came up quite high exposing her butt and the top of her thighs. I could see she had on the White T-back bottoms that I had her wear at the beach.  "I am liking it even more," I said with a smile.  "Why are you wearing the T-back bottoms from the beach?" She told me that all her ex would let her wear was granny panties and she didn't want me to see her in them so she asked Lisa if she could keep the bikini. Maria when back into the dressing room and tried on several other outfits. Each one was as sexy as the one before it. After about 45 minutes, she came out with the ones she want to purchase. After she paid for them, we walked out of the store. She then explained to me that she took me into that store as a test to see if I was a good sport in hanging out with her while she shopped. I asked her if I passed her test. She smiled and said "Now, let's go have some fun." Taking my hand, she led me to a high end Lingerie store.  "This is the real reason I wanted you to come clothes shopping with me." We walked around the store and she picked up a few items to try on and we headed to the back of the store where the dressing rooms were. I figured I would find a nice place to sit while she was in the dressing room trying on each item.  My hope was that I would get to see what she bought later at home or maybe if I was really lucky a glimpse while we were in the store. The store was quiet with only a few women looking around up front. Marie went in a dressing room and I found a place to sit not too far from there. As I figured she would be busy for a while, I took out my smart phone and started to go through the many emails that had accumulated. I was started when I heard Maria's voice so soon. "Honey, what do you think of this set?" I looked up to see Maria standing in front of me in just a red lace bra and panties. I was in shock as my mouth hit the ground. Maria was standing virtually naked in the middle of the store. She looked stunning.  "You look great," I managed to finally get out. "I thought it was a huge turn on for you for me to expose myself for other to see," Maria said with a wicked smile. "Was I wrong?" I took her hand and pulled her to me and ran my fingers up the outside of her legs. I could feel her goose bumps. "I think you're an exhibitionist and like showing off your body as much as I like you doing it." I reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. It fell loose on her chest. Maria smiled. I could feel my dick starting to come alive in my pants. "Now go try on the next outfit and let me see how it looks on you." I said with some authority. Maria walked off to the dressing room to change and my mind was racing. I got up and walked toward the middle of the store where the check-out counter was. There were two young female clerks standing there chatting.  I struck up a conversation with them by asking some questions about the merchandise. I didn't really care about the answers, I just wanted to be standing there when Maria came out of the dressing room. "Oh, there you are," I heard her say as she walked up to the three of us.  Maria was wearing a white lace bra and panty set. It was very shear and really only covered her nipples and public region. She pivoted around and it just had a string up the back. Very sexy, I thought.  I turned to two sales clerks. "Do you think this is the right size bra for my girlfriend" I asked as I reached up and cupped one of Maria's breasts. I instantly felt Maria shiver and her nipple become erect. I think the sales girls were a little shocked but they didn't let on. One of the clerks came around the counter and ran her fingers along the bra pretending to see if it was the right size. I could tell by the look on Maria's face that it was exciting her even more. "Go change into your next outfit." Off Maria went skipping to the dressing room with her ass clearly in view. I remained at the counter chatting with the sales clerks. A few minutes later, I heard Maria calling my name and motioning me to come to the back of the store by the dressing room.  "No, you come up here. The Sales Clerks want to see too." I lied Maria had on the tiniest bikini I have ever seen. It was just a string on the bottom and the part that covered her public area was shear mesh and see through. It was obvious to me that Maria had shaved herself for this shopping adventure. The top was very shear and her ample breast overflowed it. It barely covered her nipples. Maria seemed a little nervous but at the same time, I knew that the attention that she was getting from the three of us was really exciting her. "I bet this outfit would look even better in heels," one of the Sales Clerk said. The shoes were at the very front of the store adjacent to the front window. The Sale Clerk started to walk to the shoe department. I took Maria's hand and led her that way. She was a little hesitant but didn't resist. Once in the shoe department, I told the Clerk to pick out a few pair of high heels for Maria to try on. There were a couple ladies and two couples at the front of the store. While the females weren't paying attention to Maria, the husbands saw her right away and positioned themselves so they could watch Maria. I could tell they liked what they saw. Maria sat down and one of the Sale Clerks put a set of high heel shoes are her. Maria stood up and I motioned her to walk around so I could check them out. She knew what I was thinking and walked so the husbands could get a good look at her body. By now, there were several guys standing at the window enjoying the show. Maria had drawn quite a crowd to her show. She tried on several pairs and finally, I told the clerk that we would take one particular pair. After Maria slipped out of the heels, she grabbed my hand as she walked backed to the dressing room. She took my hand and placed it on her pussy. I could feel how wet she was. Her pussy lips where swollen and the bikini bottoms had ridden up between them. "Did that turn you on as much as it turned me on?" she asked. I took her hand and placed it on my rock hard cock and she knew the answer. "So what do you have in mind now?" I asked her. "You will see...and soon," was all she said. Steve & Maria's 3rd Date There we were in the Lingerie store with Maria wearing a "barely there" micro bikini. It barely covered her erect nipples and the transparent bottom didn't hide her swollen pussy.  The show that she had put on for the two female sales clerks, store customers, and horny guys had us both so excited we could hardly stand it.  As we walked back to the dressing room so she could change into her regular clothes, my mind raced wondering what Maria had planned to satisfy our excitement.  "Hey, you two" one of the Sale clerks said as she approached us. We stopped and turned to face her. Maria had this "just busted" look on her face. The sales clerk was in her early 20's with short blond hair. Very cute. She was wearing a white blouse, a knee length pencil skirt, and low heels. Conservatively classy but still sexy. I was sure it was the required "uniform" for the store. "That was quite a show you put on for us and all to see. My name is Lisa" She said with a big smile. Maria blushed a little but managed a relieved smile. "Follow me," Lisa said as she led us back to the dressing room. She led us past the dressing room stalls to an open area at the back that had a small platform with mirrors on three sides. It was designed so that women trying on lingerie could see all sides.  "I will put a "Closed" sign at the Dressing room door so you can have some privacy," Lisa said as she turned to leave. I turned my attention to Maria who was standing there with a lustful look in her eyes. I took her hand and led her up onto the platform. I unclipped her top and slowly removed it.  Next, I slowly pulled her bikini bottoms down her legs. She stepped out of them, still wearing her heels.  She look exquisite standing their naked in just high heels. I could see all angles of her nakedness in the mirrors. As I stepped back and started to take my clothes off, Maria smiled and started to seductively sway while turning around. She watched herself in the mirrors. Once I was naked, I stepped up on the platform with her. I kissed her gently on the lips while letting my hands travel down her sides. I pulled her toward me and kissed her more passionately. I moved my hand up to one of her tits and taking a hard nipple between my fingers and pulled on it gently. I felt her shiver. Putting my hands on Maria's shoulders, she knew what I wanted. She dropped to her knees and took my cock in her hand. Looking up at me, she gave my cock a kiss. "Tell me what you want," Maria said "I want you to suck my cock," I replied. With that, Maria took my cock in her mouth and started to suck me. Slowly at first and then faster.  I looked in the mirrors and could see her wet pussy and asshole. I could also see a side view of my cock sliding pasted her lips. She seemed intent on making me cum. While I know I wanted her pussy, the thought of Maria sucking me until I came was just too much to stop. Something in the mirror caught my eye. It was Lisa, the sales clerk quietly approaching. She was about 10 feet away at the end of the changing rooms just standing there watching us.  I know Maria didn't hear or see Lisa as she was giving my cock her full attention. Lisa had a great view of Maria sucking on me. "I am going to cum," I said to Maria as I held her head in my hands. Maria stopped for a second, looked up at me, and then went back to work on my cock. It was obvious that she wanted me to cum. More movement in the mirror, and I saw a young man standing behind Lisa with his arms around her. I assumed it was her boyfriend. "I am cumming," I said as I started to shoot my cum into Maria's mouth.  She put her lips tightly around my cock and took all my cum in her mouth. When I stopped cumming, she let my cock slide from her lips. She looked up at me smiling obviously very proud of herself. I reached down and pulled her up to me.  A wicked smile came to her face as she saw Lisa and her boyfriend standing off to the side watching us. "Did it excite you to watch us?" she asked Lisa. "Yes, your show out front was such a turn-on. I wish I had the courage to do something wild like that," Lisa replied. Maria stepped off the platform and walked over to Lisa. "Is this your boyfriend?" Lisa smiled and shyly nodded her head yes. "What is your name?" she asked him. "John," he answered. "John, I see you liked what you saw too," Maria said as she eyed his hard-on. "I bet you both would like to see more, wouldn't you," Maria said as she turned her attention to Lisa. Maria started to unbutton Lisa's blouse. Lisa seemed frozen and didn't stop Maria. Maria pulled Lisa's blouse out of her skirt and then pulled it down her arms taking it off her and putting it on a nearby chair.  Lisa was wearing a white lace bra. Maria reached around and unclasps Lisa's bra letting her tits free.  Lisa tried to cover her tits with her hands but John pulled them away and held onto Lisa's hands. Lisa's tit's stood at attention. They were young and firm. Maria reached around and undid the catch on Lisa's skirt. Lisa tried to free her hands from John but he held on.  "Do you want Steve to see you naked," Maria asked Lisa. "Have you ever let a stranger see you naked," Maria asked Lisa. Maria started to slide Lisa's skirt down to the floor. Lisa blushed as it was evident that she wasn't wearing any panties.  Once Maria had the skirt all the way down, Lisa stepped out of it. There was just a wisp of thin blond hair coving Lisa's pussy. "I think you two have earned the right to watch, round #2," Maria said as she walked back over to me.  Watching Maria undress Lisa had my cock hard. Maria stepped up on the platform in front of the mirrors and started to rub her pussy.  Leaning forward with her hands on the mirror, I stepped up behind Maria and rubbed my cock along her pussy. She reached between her legs and placed my cock at the entrance to her pussy. "Lisa and John want to watch you fuck me," Maria said as she pushed back on my cock.  I took ahold of Maria's hips. She was so wet that I slid all the way in the first time. I slowly fucked her savoring the feeling of her pussy on my cock. I looked over and could see that John had one hand teasing a nipple while the other hand was now rubbing Lisa's clit. Lisa just seemed mesmerized by us. I couldn't believe that Maria's and my first fuck was in the dressing room of a Lingerie store while another couple watched us. Having the two of them watching us obviously was having an effect on Maria as I could feel her orgasm building almost immediately after I entered her. I picked up the speed of my thrusts. "You know, they can see my cock fucking your wet pussy," I said as an orgasm started to race through her body.  I held her hips tight to keep her from collapsing as I fucked her harder. I could see Maria's contorted face in the mirror. She would alternate from watching me fuck her to glancing over to look at Lisa and John. Lisa was now on her knees and had released John's cock from his pants. She was pumping it with her hands while watching us with a glazed look on her face.  I couldn't decide which was more of a turn-on, watching my cock slide into Maria's pussy or watching Lisa stroking John.  Maria had several more orgasms while I fucked her and I could feel my own building. "This is your pussy now. Take it," came out of Maria's mouth. You can take me any time, any place, and how you want from now on." With that, I shot my cum into Maria's pussy. My orgasm just seemed to keep going until I was finally spent. I held Maria tight to me until finally, I slipped out of her. I pulled her up and we kissed.  We both looked over and John was fucking Lisa for all it was worth. Her tits were bouncing all over the place with each thrust. "Do you think we looked that good?" Maria asked me with a big grin. "I hope so," I said smiling back. "Lisa, Steve and I are watching John fuck you," Maria said to Lisa. By the looks on their faces, they both were cumming at the same time. Not long after cumming, Lisa seemed to realize that we were standing there watching them. "Oh my gosh, I can't believe what just happened," Lisa said as she turned beet red. She grabbed her clothes and ran into the closest dressing stall. "Lisa, get out here now," Maria said in a commanding voice that I had never heard her use. Sheepishly, Lisa came out still holding her clothes in front of her. "Drop you clothes, go stand on the platform, and put your arms at your side," Maria commanded. You could tell Lisa was thinking about it for a second, then she dropped her clothes and dutifully walked over and stood on the platform still wearing her heels. "I know it excites you for us to see you standing their naked.  Now I want you to masturbate for us," Maria said. Lisa didn't move. Maria walked up to Lisa, turned her around so she was facing the mirrors, then reached out and touched Lisa's clit, rubbing it softly. Lisa started to purr and closed her eyes. Maria kept it up and soon Lisa parted her legs wider to give Maria's fingers better access to her pussy. Lisa started breathing heavy and reached up and pinched one of her nipples. All of a sudden, Maria stopped and took a step back. "Don't stop," Lisa cried out. "I told you we wanted to watch you make yourself cum. If you want to cum, you are going to have to do it yourself." Maria said. Lisa paused for a second and then tentatively reached between her legs and started to finger her clit. "Open your eyes so you can watch yourself and see us watching you," Maria said with authority. Lisa slowly opened her eyes to see the three of us standing there watching her masturbate. John's cock was at full attention as he stroked it while his eyes were glued to what Lisa was doing to her pussy. That was too much for Lisa and she cried out as the waves of her orgasm rolled through her. As her orgasms came to a stop, Lisa again turned red with embarrassment.  John wasted no time in stepping up onto the platform with Lisa. "Let's go and give them some privacy," Maria whispered to me. We gathered our clothes and quickly dressed as John fucked Lisa in front of the mirrors. "What is going on in there," said the other sales clerk as we came out of the dressing rooms into the store. "I think you should check it out yourself," Maria said with a smile.  We continued walking as we saw the sales clerk turn the corner entering the dressing room. We can only fantasize about what happened next in there.

Spanked by Subpam Stephanie like to be spanked. Chapter 1: Wet Spot I woke up very early in the morning because I had to use the bathroom. And since the upstairs toilet that’s by my room didn’t work, I had to go downstairs. My stepdad was supposed to fix it weeks ago, but as always he puts it off. I walked down the stairs, I had to skip over the sixth step because it squeaks. We live in an old farmhouse, that my stepdad lived in all his life. My stepdad, Aaron, but I call him dad. He’s 56 years old and he’s in very good shape. He’s tall, slim, and has muscles from working on his 500 acres farm. We have a couple of horses, longhorn cows, and a couple of German shepherd male dogs. Aaron is the only father I’ve known. My biological father left us when I was very young, mom told me he ran off with his secretary. My mom, Anna, is average size, with blonde hair and blue eyes just like me. Mom is 40 years old and works at a hospital as a night nurse. I was on my Christmas break from my high school. Tomorrow it's supposed to be a warm day for the end of December, at least where we lived. They said it might get up to 40 degrees. All I had on when I started downstairs is a long t-shirt that barely covered my little bottom. My bare feet were cold from the hardwood floors. My mom works at night and she should still be at work. And my dad should still be in bed, or so I thought. I didn’t think I’d have a problem getting to the bathroom unnoticed. I went in and sat down on the cold toilet. Sitting down made me realize my ass still hurts a little after my latest spanking. The pain made me horny again. I reached down and rubbed my clit as I peed. There’s nothing like masturbating while you pee. But unfortunately, I got it all over me and the floor. After I had an orgasm I licked my hand and fingers clean. Sometimes I like to get in the tub and lift my legs up over my head and get my pussy over my face. I can lick myself, and I love doing that as pee in my mouth. I then took off my t-shirt and used it to wipe-up the pee. I put the shirt in the hamper. I’d be the one doing the laundry that morning. I looked at myself in the mirror. I turned to look at my still red rear end. He hit me so hard last night. I wish he would hit my pussy too. I turned around and looked at my body. Fuck, I hate my little tits. I have small, dark areola with large nipples. My breasts are the size of very small tangerines. Mom told me hers didn’t get bigger until she got pregnant with me. I guess I may have to get pregnant then. I was very horny when I went to bed last night. My dad had given me a spanking for coming home late. But what he didn’t know is that I came home late on purpose just to get a spanking. I liked being spanked, a lot. Not violently or aggressively. I wasn’t interested in having the skin broken. But being brought to tears is ok. I just like a firm, open-handed slap against my bare ass. Or from my dad’s favorite spanking tool, the ping-pong paddle. Unfortunately, I don’t get a round of birthday spankings anymore. Why did those stop just when I was starting to really enjoy them? I’ve always struggled to explain what’s so thrilling about getting a spanking. Growing up most kids know that spanking hurts. And to be put over your mother’s or father’s knees is usually embarrassing, and kids want to avoid it at all costs. But at some point, my hormones just took over. That made me look at spanking a lot differently than I had before, which totally transformed my attitude toward spanking. I would masturbate when I read stories about someone getting spanked. I love reading stories online, I have been reading them since I was younger. Whenever I got spanked, I would go to my room and get myself off. I stopped being worried that someone would put me over their knees and I started to look forward to it. I started to purposely get into trouble just to get a spanking. I prefer my dad to do the spanking since he hits harder. And I know he knows I get excited. I always leave a wet spot on his pants. Mom started to feel like I was getting too old to be disciplined like that. I overheard Mom one day said, “You know, Aaron,” I’ve heard my mom saying this more than once, “I’ve told you Stephanie is too old to be spanked. But it’s especially inappropriate the way you’re doing it. A girl her age should not be naked around her stepfather at all, much less draped naked across his lap!” Dad then said, “yes I think you are right.” I was started to get worried that I’d never get spanked again. How would it look if I seemed so desperate that I was begging for it? How do you ask your mom or dad to spank you? But so far my dad still spanks me. He only spanks me when mom is at work. I’m no virgin, I have only had sex with two different boys, and one girl. The first was with a boy from school. His sister is my best friend Beth, I should say, was my best friend. I was sleeping over at her house. After their parents went to bed, Beth and I sneaked into her brother’s room. He watched Beth and I lick each other for a while. Beth and I had been having sex for a couple of weeks before she told me about her and her brother. I then watched them fuck. Then he fucked me. It hurt at first, but after a while, it felt good. I didn’t even have an orgasm. That was the only time I did it with Beth’s brother. A couple of days later she called me and said? “Hi, Stephanie.” “Hi, Beth what’s up?” “Steph, I can’t see you anymore.” “Why not?” “My brother and I have been talking, and we just want to be a couple, we love each other very much. Please don’t be mad, and PLEASE don’t tell anyone about us.” “Beth, I’m ok with it, and I promise I won’t tell anyone, but can we still be friends?” “Only at school we can be friends, but we can’t go out or have you spend the night at my house.” That’s the last time we talked to each other. The other boy I met at a party. He was older and cute, with sandy blonde hair and green eyes. He was on the chubby side, but not too much. I had too much to drink that night. I only had 3 beers, but I wasn’t used to drinking. “Would you like to go upstairs for a little while?” He said as we were kissing. I really don’t know how we began kissing in the first place. He took my hand and laid me up the stairs. We ended up in one of the bedrooms. He kissed me again as he undressed me. He then put me on the bed. He then got undressed. His dick was hard but very small. It couldn’t have been more than 4 inches long after I got him hard with my mouth. He then got on top of me and put it in me. He lasted for only 2 minutes, tops. He then got off of me and dressed. “Thanks for the fuck,” he said as he left me laying there. I did not have an orgasm. I don't even remember his name. I do remember a story I had read a year or two ago about a girl and her best friend. I saved it and I’ve read it over and over again. The name of the girl in the story was Jenifer and her friend’s name was Jeff. They lived close to each other since birth, attended the same schools, and hung out together a lot. Jeff shared everything with her and talked about anything that came to mind, including his past loves. Jenifer was the one to patch him up after each one when he came to her broken-hearted. Jeff had had a number of girlfriends and had gone all the way with some of them. He and Jenifer would talk about his experiences. He would ask her about what turns girls on and she would reply to what she thought other girls would enjoy. She even gave tips on how he could ‘improve’ himself. Through it all, she never shared her deepest desires, or how hot it made her when Jeff talked about things he had done with other girls. Jeff was an athletic, strong, and a natural leader both on and off the football field in high school and college. She watched him take charge and it made her weak at the knees. It also made her wet! She had a crush on him since the fifth grade. She had needs and didn’t know how to share that information with him. She had a few dates, but earned a reputation as an “Ice Princess”. The reputation was well deserved. While many of her other classmates lost their virginity, she didn’t let the boys get to second base with her. She just couldn’t trust herself. She knew once that she got started she would surrender completely to her needs and the will of her Master. She needed to be dominated! This girl Jennifer, I realized, is me. It’s what I wanted too, to be dominated. But not from a friend, like she had a crush on since fifth grade. For me, I had a crush on my dad since I was very young. For that reason, I’m very jealous of my mom. I wish I had the strength Jennifer had in that story. She came out and told Jeff that she was submissive and needed to be dominated. She needed somebody to take charge and make decisions for her. The thought of a strong master using her as his sex toy nearly brings me to orgasm just thinking about it. This is what I want. I want my dad as my master. I want him to use me as his sex toy. But I’m not as naturally courageous as Jennifer. How do I tell my dad I want him to use me that way? And what about mom? Would she hate me? Would she disown me? I don’t want them to get divorced. So for the time being, I decided to do nothing. When I walked out of the bathroom and headed back to my room. I was naked since I had left my shirt in the hamper. I figured, ‘What the hell? My dad has seen me naked lots of times, including during some of the times he spanked me. What’s the difference if he sees me that way now? He’ll probably just spank me again. Of course, I like the thought of that. Before I got to the stairs I heard a noise from inside his office. I went up to the door and pushed it open a tiny bit. What I saw shocked me. My dad was naked (just like I was)! And he was playing with himself. I already knew he had a big dick because sometimes I could feel it through his pants when he was spanking me, or when I was just sitting on his lap. But I didn’t realize how big it really was until I saw him stroking it in his office. It looked like it might be 8 or 9 inches long. And it was really thick, too. I was able to see his computer screen. He was jacking off to a video of a blonde-haired girl. I couldn’t really see her face from where I was. But she was lying across some guy’s lap and he was spanking her. My dad seemed to enjoy watching that girl getting spanked as much as he enjoyed spanking me. The man in the video was spanking the girl hard. After a while, he pushed her off his lap. Then I could see her face. I just about died. The girl in the video was me! My dad had made a video of him spanking me! He paused the video and finished jacking off while he looked at my body on the screen. I figured that he just want me the same way I wanted him. I was about to enter his office so he could have me, but I stopped because I heard the garage door opening. Mom was home. “Fuck!” I heard my dad say as he quickly ended the video and closed his computer. I knew then that mom didn’t know that dad is still spanking me in the nude. I didn’t want mom or my dad to catch me standing nude outside his office, so I ran up the stairs as quickly as I could. But I forgot about the squeaky sixth step and I stepped on it. I froze in place. Did my dad hear it? I had no time to find out. I ran back to my room. That was a close one. I then wondered, what if I had actually gone into my dad’s office? That could have been very bad. What if Mom had caught us doing something, both naked, even if it was just a spanking? After I got to my room and into my bed. I couldn’t hear anything downstairs, I just hope mom didn’t catch daddy with his pants down jacking off. After a while I heard them in their bedroom, I could hear them fucking, so I know all is ok. In the middle of the night, dad came into my room. He was naked and had his big 9-inch hard cock in one hand, and holding a big whip, like the one in Indiana Jones, in his other hand. I couldn’t move. I looked up, my hands were tied to the ceiling by a rope, and I couldn’t touch the floor. Dad cracked the whip. “Good morning slut are you ready for your whipping? ”no daddy please no.” I then felt is a paddle hit my ass. I screamed in pain. He continued to use the paddle on my ass. I woke up, It was still dark outside. It was just a freaking sex dream I said to myself. It was more like a fucking nightmare though. I was sitting up in my bed, soaking wet with sweat and breathing hard. I had gone to sleep horny. That’s why I must have dreamed about what I did. No one in the house seemed to have heard the noise I had made though. I lay back down, staring into the darkness. I wasn’t sleepy anymore. I pushed the cover off of me. It was hot. Why did I dream that?! I decided to play with myself so. It was always a great stress reliever, especially when going to bed horny. I closed my eyes. I began to think about my dad, I got on the bed with my daddy. I straddled him. I sat down on his cock and let it impale me. It was so damn thick and hard as I pushed myself down on it. The head of it felt so nice sliding deep inside me. In my mind, as I lifted my hips, I looked down to watch as my pussy grasped at his shaft. It was deliciously wicked. When I slid back down on him, his cock filled me again like no one ever had before. I was fucking my daddy. I was his girl. He was using his hands to help me fuck him. I rode him until I started cumming, which didn’t take long. He came with me, filling me with his sperm. I could feel his cock jerking deep inside me as his cum spurted out. My pussy was throbbing like never before. He was moaning loudly as I squeezed his cock tightly with my cunt, milking every last drop from him. I tightly held my daddy to me as both our orgasms subsided. I was still so turned on, so I looked around and I found my back scrubber. I put the wooden handle between my legs and pumped it in and out. My already swollen clit took an instant liking to it. I arched my back, and in the moonlight, I attack my pussy the giant handle. I bit my lip as I could feel that feeling rising in me but I could not get over the hill. I looked around for something else to use. I found a plastic pop bottle, so I decided to try it. It's one of those bottles with the ridges up the side for easy gripping, so I took it and put that side up against my drenching clit. I rubbed it furiously up and down my lips, and I could hear my breath start to pitch. My hips were bucking, but I didn't care how loud I was, I kept thinking of my dad. I kept picturing dad’s big cock in his hand. "Daddy.....Daddy.." I said over and over. I could imagine him standing over me, stroking my big hard cock, smiling down me, watching me cum. My legs slammed together as my body was strained by a fierce orgasm. I kept screaming my dad’s name over and over until it had subsided. The pleasure and the pain of being rubbed raw. I laid in the bed slowly touching myself with my now trembling fingers. By now my pussy lips were very swollen, and it almost hurt to touch them but I didn't care. I inserted two fingers into myself and I could feel another orgasm rise in me through the incredible pain and pleasure I was feeling. My fingers were ramming in and out of me, and I was having one of the most intense orgasms I have ever had. As the waves of pleasure subsided, I was writhing on the bed. I had never made myself cum that hard before. My whole body felt drained. I wondered if my pussy would ever stop throbbing. What was wrong with me? I had just rubbed one out thinking about my stepdad! I was still turned on, too! Is the image of my dad’s big cock going to haunt me like this forever? Chapter 2 Journal December 25th, 11:00 pm. Today is Christmas, I got mostly clothes. My mom did gave me a journal, she told me it’s good to write down your thoughts if you have no one to talk to. So I’ll give it a try. Dad gave me a new ping pong paddle, I wonder why? Haha. We then went to my grandparent’s house, they are Aaron’s parents. Grampa has a big farm behind our farm that my dad farms for him. There are woods between our houses, with a stream going through the woods and a small pond, in the summer I love to skinny dip in it. My mom’s parents live in a small town near Chicago, some hundreds of miles away from here. So I don’t see them much. January 5 Sunday Dear Journal: Late Sunday night, or at least it’s late for me since I have school tomorrow. I’m sitting at my little desk writing in my journal. I just can’t believe what happened today! It’s so cool, well my bottom isn’t so cool, it’s very hot. OUCH! Oh well, I would love for it to happen all over again.” I reached down and rubbed my little naked bum and it’s still sore! I always love to be dressed in my nightie, or a tee-shirt with my sexy panties on, or no panties at all at home when my mom isn’t home. This weekend my mom went to see my grandparents, mom's mom, and dad, so it’s just me and dad. I said a dirty word today and daddy spank me. He had me take off my t-shirt and panties, and he spanked me with my new ping pong paddle, my ass was very red after. I think daddy likes to see me like that, me naked and my ass all red. Who am I kidding, I know he loves it! He should, he’s taken them off enough times when he spanks me. I wish he will do much more than spank me. I love my daddy’s dick the best, just wish I could see it again. Every time he spanks me I can feel it in his pants. I like to see it again. I also like to see what other men’s cocks look like too. Especially handsome men, like my dad. January 9 Tuesday Something happened to me at school today. There’s this teacher at school his name is Mr. Dean Stone, he is very handsome! He’s got these lovely brown eyes and strong shoulders and a short beard, he looks a lot like daddy, but without the tattoos. I have this big crush on him. I had heard rumors from older girls I knew, that he secretly likes to spank girls. And he is a great fuck, and if you hook up with him, you would enjoy it. I kinda teased him today. I mean I wore a very short skirt and pretty sexy panties. I even wore a halter top to school today even though it’s only 14 degrees outside! Hmmm, wonder what Dean’s cock looks like? I thought as I walked to my Creative Writing class. I have seen men’s cocks, online, I have seen two boys dicks in person, but they were both small. I also saw my dad’s cock one time. He was jacking off to a video of me getting spanked. But I wanted to see a grown-ups cock. I wonder if handsome men’s dicks are as handsome as they are. Well, I now know what my handsome Mr. Dean’s dick looks like. I found out today, I also know more about him too. I was sitting in the Creative Writing class trying to write a poem when I felt an itch, that oh so familiar itch in my panties. I had my little plaid skirt on and my tank top. I felt that itch in that part of my body saying “touch me”, and I love touching myself there. It said, “Do it, Touch yourself here in class?” This is so wrong, and so naughty! I looked around the room and saw everyone else had their heads down and we’re writing. I slowly, ever so slowly, I inched my little hand down to my skirt. I could feel myself sweating a little. I know I was doing something very naughty and that really turned me on. Soon my fingers was softly touching my little panties, I could actually feel the heat on my little vagina! I also felt how wet it was. I pulled my panties aside a little bit and felt my little clit. I like to touch myself there first. Then I put my fingers on my pussy. It was so hot! And wet! I like that my pussy hardly has any hair down there. I may keep it shaved when I grow older. I think my dad would like that. Soon I had a finger inside my pussy. I began to feel that I really should quit. It was almost time for class to be over anyway, I could go to the girl’s room and play with myself more. Just before I pulled my finger out I looked up, Mr. Stone was staring right at me. I had my legs spread, my little plaid skirt was raised up a bit and my panties pulled back with my finger just leaving my little pussy. His face just froze and I thought he was gonna faint! It was like time stood still but he soon caught himself and said, “Stephanie may I see you after class?” his voice was trembling. I smiled and said shyly, “yes sir.” And as I finished my sentence I took my finger to my lips and I licked it. I don’t know if anyone else saw me doing that, but I sure Mr. Stone did. The bell rang, everyone got up and walked up to Mr. Stone and handed in their poem. “Stephanie I want to see you before you go.” Mr. Stone said as the kids milled out of the room. I knew he would. I sat in my desk waiting for the last kid to leave. When they did, Mr. stone closed the door and he locked it. Then he walked over to me. “Mr. Stone, did I do something wrong?” I asked innocently. I moved my legs, opening and closing them. “Ummm, well ... I don’t know how to talk to you about this Stephanie.” I kinda knew what he wanted to say. “Stephanie, I saw you playing with yourself, why were you doing that?” “Playing with my what sir?” “Well, Stephanie it seems you had your hands inside your well, inside your panties. Now I’m sure you didn’t do this on purpose. Did you?” “Well, no, Mr. Stone! I, ah, I just have a girl thing you know,” I said shyly. “Well great, oh I mean no I mean I’m sorry to hear about that Stephanie. I hope it isn’t serious.” He said. Then he sat down at his desk and dismissed me. “Mr. Stone, I have some homework to do and my daddy is picking me up late, can I do it here?” I asked knowing full well he would say yes. “Yes, sure you can.” After saying yes he went back to grading papers. I did everything I could to seduce him, to drive him crazy. This is my chance. I moved in my seat a lot. I opened and closed my legs all the time and yes, I even put my finger in my panties once again. When I did Mr. Stone got up and said “Ummm, Stephanie, I’ve got to go see the secretary about something, will you be okay here?” “Yes sir, I’ll be ok.”I assured him. He almost ran out of the door! Soon I was alone in the classroom. I started writing in my notebook. As I wrote I started daydreaming about what I wanted to do. I felt all tingly and happy inside. This time I really wanted to be a slut for a man. I really wanted to be his plaything. I really want my dad as my master, but if I can’t have him, I want Mr. Stone to use me. What I wanted is a good hard spanking and more. I wanted a little adventure in my life. I thought a spanking from Mr. Stone would be cool. Anyway, I was finished writing the note. I added a great surprise for him. I looked around to make sure no one was looking, I gently pulled down my wet panties and placed them upon the desktop. Looking at the note I smiled. I knew that he wouldn’t want to miss out on this invitation. Dear Mr. Stone. I want to tell you that, yes I was a bad girl today. I was playing with my pussy today in class. I do have a crush on you, I love to get together with you as soon as possible. I’ll do anything you want. I know I need a good hard spanking, would you discipline me, please call me tonight, this is no joke please call.” Love Stephanie. I folded the note and placed it inside the leg opening of my panties. I was worried and scared. What if this wasn’t going to work? I prayed that it would. I wanted Mr. Stone’s cock. ***** Around 5 pm the phone rang. “I’ll get it daddy!” I shouted as I dash to the phone. I was so nervous! I couldn’t eat dinner. I was waiting, wishing, praying, dreaming that Mr. Stone would call. I even played with myself twice after dinner! “Hello,” I said. “Stephanie? Is, is that you?” “Yes, it’s me,” I answered. “Umm, it’s me, Dean, umm, Mr. Stone.” “Did you get my present?” I asked. “Your present? Oh yes, those! Yes, I did.” He answered with happiness in his voice. “I’m glad, I thought you might like those. I’m sorry I lied to you. I rubbed myself off thinking of you spanking me?” “Stephanie, how do you know about that?” He stammered but I was quick to assure him it was okay that I really wanted to be spanked. We talked for a few minutes. I told him that I was very curious about sex, and why not have someone I respect do it with me. He seemed to be cool with that. “Mr. Stone, I really want to be with you, lets get together tonight please.” I was surprised I was kinda begging. We made a plan for him to pick me up at the end of my driveway and he will take me to his apartment I said “great!” And I then said, “Mr. Stone do you think little slut should be spanked for lying?” I heard very clearly his breath getting deeper and he answered in a husky voice “OH YES!” “Good I think I need a good hard spanking.” I told dad that I was going out with a friend, and I’ll be home around 11, that’s my curfew. I was dressed in a mini skirt and a v-neck halter top. I decided not to wear panties under my mini skirt. I thought that I would dress sexy for Mr. Stone. I put on my winter coat and walked to the end of our driveway. I felt so sad that I lied to my daddy, but I don’t know how he would react, if I told him that I was meeting an older man, who is going to spank me and have sex with me? Would he be mad? I didn’t have long to wait. Mr. Stone was there within minutes of our appointed time. I took off my coat, “Hi!” I said as I climbed into his car, his eyes bulged out in surprise at how I was dressed. “Stephanie, you look so naughty!” He exclaimed and smiled. He seemed a little more at ease now. I guess being able to spank one of his students perked him up. As we drove to his house he chatted on about how naughty I was. About how naughty my outfit was. About how every time I moved in the car my pussy showed. And about how my top was showing off my growing breasts. As he steered with his left hand, his other one was playing with my breasts. It felt so nice. Feeling his fingers pinching my tits made me move about and moan. He then moved his hand down lower to my leg, and he moved his hand up closer to my pussy that was showing, I looked down and I can see my pussy juices running out of me. His fingers sneaked down to my pussy and he was soon diddling my already wet pussy. Oh, I just love that! I was both in pleasure and fear. Pleasure at having this man touch me. and fear of my dad finding out. When we got to his house I was very close to having an orgasm. “In we go my little slut.” He said as he opened the door. After turning the lights on Mr. Stone offered me a beer and he got himself a drink too. I sat on his sofa and spread my legs open. I was feeling so slutty So well ... wicked! After a few minutes of talking, he said, “get on your knees in front of me slut.” I fell to my knees saying, “Oh please sir, I’m so sorry, I was a bad girl in class today! Please! Please! Don’t spank me.” I looked up into him and he looked down upon me. We both had, in our own ways lust upon our minds. “Well Stephanie you were a bad little girl today and bad girls need to be spanked.” He smiled and stroked my hair. I bowed my head in submission. “Now get up and undress.” I did as I was told. It didn’t take long to undressed since I only had two things to take off. Soon I was across his lap and I felt with joy his stiff pole against my tummy. I so wanted to move up and feel it press against my pussy but I didn’t want to be that much of a slut. I felt Mr. Stone’s hands caressing my back and neck. “So pretty, such a pretty little girl you are.” He Said. “My little girl knows how to please her master.” I was pleased with the praise I was getting. “Now for your wrongdoing in class today, little one you will be spank twelve times upon each of your bottoms,” he said as he pushed his pole against my tummy. “Are you ready you nasty, naughty, little slut are you ready for your punishment?” He demanded. “Yes ... yes sir!” I sniffed and braced myself for my first real spanking, from another man, I just wish it was my daddy’s lap I was on. SMACK! The first blow was not that hard but it did sting, ogh god did it sting! SMACK! SMACK! Mr. Stone was gently caressing his hands around my bottom after every smack. It brought me that much closer to my own orgasm. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! On and on it went, the torture, the tingly pleasure of having my bottom redden by each blow. Oh god, my whole body, felt so alive. He was my teacher and I want him to do this, but still, I was thinking about my Dad. “Oh God Stephanie it’s beautiful, your ass is so beautiful. What I would give to lick and fuck it.” Mr. Stone moaned as he caressed my red ass. “Now it’s time for six more you naughty girl.” He gleefully said. And soon I felt a more intense wave of painful pleasure. SMACK! SMACK! This did hurt! It hurt very much, but it also felt good. As he spanked my little tush I could feel my vagina gushing all over his pants. I felt well like a faucet gushing and flowing. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! And I cried out with real tears, “Thank you sir I deserved every bit of it. I’m just a little slut, sir.” Soon I was lifted off Mr. Stone’s lap. I marveled at how much of my juices were running down my legs and all over his pants. The bulge in his pants was huge and I fell down onto my knees. I open Mr. Stone’s fly and out sprang his cock. It was solid, hard as a rock just waiting to be tasted. I looked up at his face and smiled. I didn’t say a word but took his head in my little mouth. I ease my lips over his rock hard cock and felt it grow and it bulge my cheeks out. Mr. Stone was big, but I have seen bigger on the internet, and my daddy is bigger. “OH GOD Stephanie!” He cried out, pushing more of his cock into my mouth. I let Mr. Stone move it back and forth inside my mouth as I licked the underside of it. My fingers were cupping his balls and squeezing them gently. I love rolling them in my hands. “Fuck Stephanie, I’m all most there.” Mr. Stone said. I took him out of my mouth, I started kissing and licking his dick. He soon started to cum, All over my lips and face. I open my mouth and took a big squirt inside my mouth, it tasted so good. He then pushed me away. He looked at me, and as he smoothed his cock across my cum drenched face he whispered, “God you are such a naughty slut. I think we need to play some more. Would you like to go to my bedroom and we can play a blindfold game?” “How do we play that,” I asked. “I’ll tie you up to the bedpost and put a blindfold on you. It’s fun, you won’t know where I’ll be touching you, but I will never hurt you. If I did, or you feel uncomfortable, you can say a safe word, then I’ll stop and let you loose. Listen, Stephanie, the game is fun, I’ll never hurt my students, the game is meant to be enjoyed.” “Ok, what is the safe word?” I was getting horny and scared, but I wanted to try it. “Pizza, the safe word is pizza. But before we start why don’t you go clean up.” he then took ahold of my hand and lead me to his master bedroom. When I came out of the bathroom he was waiting by the bed for me. He had taken off his clothes. His cock was almost hard again. He has a nice body for his age. He had me get on the bed. Mr. Stone secured my wrists to the bedposts before putting the blindfold in place. He didn’t secure my feet. “You remember the safe word?” “Pizza.” “Only say it if you mean it. Otherwise, just enjoy it.” It got quiet for a few minutes. My ass was still sore from his spankings. Finally, I felt the bed shake a little as he got on the bed with me. “Someone is very interested in you,” a lady said softly into my ear. A lady, who the fuck is she? Where did she come from? “Who are you?” I asked. “Do you want to stop the game?” she whispered into my ear. “No, but who are you?” “You will find out after the game, but for now just enjoy.” I remained quiet. Hands began lightly touching my inner thighs, urging me to spread my legs open wider. I didn’t fight it. I knew I was obscenely exposed to whoever was in the room. Fingers lightly brushed through my pubic hair, or what hair I have. Teasing me, but still giving no clue about who it was. It has to be Mr. Stone or that lady. Fingers began touching my wet slit, I couldn’t help but squirm a little. “You like that. Don’t you Stephanie?” the lady said. A finger slipped inside of me, slowly moving around, the finger seems a little smaller than Mr. Stone’s fingers. Could it be the lady’s fingers? “You look so wet, Stephanie. Your horny little pussy is already squishy.” A tongue touched my clit. Two fingers were inside me now. My hips rose to push against them, forcing them further inside. “Oh yeah, I think you were horny even before you got here.” I groaned, fingers pushing even deeper inside me, lips pulling on my clit. I felt a soft chin against me. It has to be that lady, But she is at me ear taking to me? Is there another woman in the room? The lady’s tongue worked its way into my opening, fucking me lovingly. The tongue moved lower, hands moved under my butt, lifting and spreading me open further. The tongue licked along the crack of my ass before focusing on my tight little asshole. “That looks so good, baby. I bet it feels incredible. I wish I was licking that precious little asshole.” I moaned louder. Someone grabbed my feet and pulled them back toward and above my body, exposing me even more obscenely. Restraints were put around my ankles. My legs were spread wider. I couldn’t move. The image of how I must look made me feel a little embarrassed, but I didn’t fight what was happening. I didn’t want to say the safe word, not yet anyway. More movement on the bed. Mr. Stone’s hard dick slapped against my cunt. I gasped. He spanking my pussy with it. The tip of his cock pressed at my opening, and he slipping it inside of me. “He looks so good inside of you, Stephanie.” I moaned as he slowly thrust in and out. The lady began playing with my nipples, pulling on them, twisting them roughly. “His cock is so hard, baby. Can you feel it?” I moaned that I could. His cock felt incredible in this position. His cock head was in side of me, it felt deliciously, making me feel fuller than ever. He pulled out of me. I groaned in protest. “Patience, Stephanie. We’re just getting started,” she softly said in my ear. More movement on the bed. Whispers that I couldn’t make out. A finger touched my butt hole. It felt wet, slippery even. It pushed slowly inside me just a little. I pulled on my restraints, asking, “What are you doing?” “Do you want to use the safe word?” the lady said into my ear. I didn’t. Not yet anyway. But I wasn’t sure I liked where this was going. The finger pulled out some before pushing inside my ass further. “What are you going to do?!” “It’s okay, sweetheart. We’re not going to hurt you. We’re just playing.” “Go slow,” I insisted. “We’ll be gentle. All of us will.” All? How many is all’? The owner of the finger in my butt continued to slowly fuck me. I began to relax as it settled into a steady rhythm. It felt great once I was more comfortable. Then there was more movement on the bed. A mouth was at my pussy again, licking, probing, making me moan even more. Was it one of the ladies, or Mr. Stone? Was it someone new? The finger slipped out of my ass. It was replaced at the opening to my butt with something else. Something smooth, but it didn’t feel overly large in size. It wasn’t a cock though. It had to be a vibrator. I hoped it wasn’t too big. It pushed where the finger had been, easily slipping inside just a little. “Have you ever had a vibrator in your sexy little ass, Stephanie?” The lady said. She was back by my ear again, or still by my ear? I wasn’t sure if she had moved before or not. “No.” It slid inside me further. It didn’t hurt though. In fact, it felt really good. “It looks so good fucking that cute little behind.” A hand slapped one of my butt cheeks. “I could just eat that little ass of yours,” she said. More movement. A mouth was now nipping and licking where the hand had spanked me. I had no clue as to who exactly was doing what to me. I only knew for sure that it was at least Mr. Stone and at least two other people. A hand spanked my butt again. And again. “You’re such a bad girl,” the lady said in my ear after the last slap on my ass. Another slap, a little harder this time. “Such a dirty girl letting us do such dirty things to you.” Another slap, even harder, right on my pussy causing me to wince and whimper somewhat in protest. “Don’t complain, baby. You’ve already let us fuck your little pussy, and use your tight ass. You deserve a little punishment.” someone then slapped my ass four times in a row, hard. Again, my butt cheek was stung. The vibrator, which seemed to be a little thicker than the finger that had been in me, was pushed deep inside my ass. I tensed up for a few moments. It wasn’t hurting me. In fact, it felt pretty wild to have something that far up my butt. Whoever was fucking me with it got into a good rhythm with it, too, pushing it in and out with long slow strokes. Then there were more movements on the bed. Someone had moved between my legs. A cock rubbed against my pussy again. The vibrator was still fucking my ass. “Oh, my god,” I whispered, as the head of the cock pushed inside me. The vibrator was held still, deep inside my ass. The man’s cock was now just as deep inside my pussy. I was getting doubled fucked! The cock seemed bigger and thicker than Mr. Stone’s cock. Could there be another man in the room? “Oh, my God is right, sweetie,” the lady’s voice was at my ear again. I wish you could see yourself. I groaned as they fucked me harder. I felt so fucking full. Whoever was fucking my ass wasn’t holding back now. Mr. Stone or some other guy is fucking my pussy, he’s pounding against me hard too. “Sweetie, I’m playing with my pussy watching this. They’re fucking you so good.” There were at least two other people in the room with Mr. Stone. Or could be more. Who are they? “I think he’s about to come inside you, baby. Do you want him to fill up your pussy? or cum all over you?” I just kept moaning without answering. The man snorted as he slammed into me, his cock jerking deep inside my cunt. I knew he was filling me with his cum. I wanted it all. “Baby, you got a big load.” The lady said. I could feel it running out of me, and down my ass. The man finally let his cock slip out, and the owner of the vibrator slipped it out of my ass as well. I was certain I looked incredibly filthy with my legs pulled so far back, exposing my asshole and cum filled pussy. “Such a nice cream pie Stephanie. I think I’ll have a little,” the lady said. There was more movement on the bed. A mouth was soon on my sloppy cunt, licking and slurping loudly. Someone was also licking my asshole. After I had another orgasm, it seemed as if the game was over. I heard whispering, and someone was getting off the bed. Things got quiet for a few moments before the lady talked into my ear again. “Having fun Stephanie?” “Yeah, that, that was so wild. But I’m starting to get a cramp though.” “Hang on, let me take your blindfold off.” When I could handle the light again, I could see just how inappropriate I looked. I could also see three people standing by the bed. “Hi, Stephanie,” the lady said, standing there naked. “I’m Dean’s wife, April.” April is a very beautiful lady. She has B size breasts and shoulder-length brown hair. Mr. Stone is standing next to her. His cock is limp and covered with cum. “Hi, Mrs. Stone,” I said embarrassed. I glanced at the girl standing next to them. I know her, she’s on the varsity cheering squad, she is a senior at my high school. She has no breasts at all, she’s slim and short. May not be even 5 feet tall. Mrs. Stone smiled at me. My face must have revealed my shock. She leaned closer to me and asked, “are you okay?” “Yeah, I just didn’t expect Heather to be here.” Mr. Stone sat down on the bed close to me, placing his hand on my butt cheek, and said, “Knowing that anything can happen, is what makes this kind of game all the more fun. You did great Stephanie.” “Stephanie, this is our Daughter, Heather. You two should become friends, she loves to get spankings too, she is very submissive, and she is into watersports, and loves to play with asses, and lick them clean.” “Your the one who was fucking my ass?” “Yes, and I also licked the cum off of your ass too.” “You suck your daddy’s cum out of me,” I said surprisingly. “No, not out of you, I just licked your ass clean.” Mrs. Stone then said, “How do you know it’s Deans cum in you?” I looked at her and asked. “Who fucked me then?” Mr. Stone undid the straps holding my legs up. I slowly lowered my legs down getting the blood back into them. “Do you really want to know?” “Yes ma’am, I do.” I looked over at Mr. Stone, he has his legs apart and Heather is licking and sucking his cock clean. “Stephanie,” Mr. Stone said putting his hand on my leg. “I have known him since college, he’s a good man. We both have the same taste, we are both into spankings and dominating girls and women. But we don’t force anyone to do anything they don’t want to do. And we will never hurt anyone unless they want us too. He is part of a swinger group of friends of ours.” “Is Heather part of the group?” “Yes she is.” “Stephanie, “ Heather joined in, “it’s a fun group, there are kids my age, and all the way to 70 years old. I love for you to join us.” “I can’t, my Mom and Dad would kill me if they found out.” “Stephanie, you can’t join without your parent’s approval.” Mr. Stone said. “Stephanie, I know this man. He really loves you, and he’s been wanting you for a long time.” Mrs. Stone said. “Do I know him?” “Yes you do, do you want to meet him?” “Yes, I do.” “Ok, Heather will you go get them?” “Get them?” I said surprisingly. Heather got up and left the room. A couple of minutes later she came back holding hands with the people I love, my parents. They came in, all three of them were naked. My Dad’s cock was somewhat soft but it looks so big. They came in and stood next to the bed. I tried to cover up but my hands were still tied to the bedpost. “Are you surprised?” Mom asked me. “Oh my God yes. Aren’t you suppose to be at work Mom?” “Yes, but Dean called us and told us what you did at school. So we figured you were ready to join our club.” Mom bent down and started to kiss me. It wasn’t a mother-daughter kiss more like a lover’s kiss. Mom put her tongue in my mouth I could taste cum on her tongue. After she pulled away I asked her, “did you lick Daddy’s cum out of my pussy?” “I sure did and you taste so good, I wish we done this years ago.” All five of them started to play with my body. My Dad even spanked my very sore ass, and I love it. ***** We, my parents and I, did join the swinger group. Daddy stills spanks me anytime he wants. My mom is now ok with it. Dad loves to fuck my ass after he spanks me. Sometimes when dad is fucking my ass I’ll be licking mom’s ass. I love my family. P.S. Heather and I are a couple now. We plan to get married after high school.

Summer At Grandma's by sunlightwindows Summer At Grandma's (Part 1) Hey, my name is Catherine and this is a true story that happened to me a couple years ago when I was in starting high school. I’m going to do a series of parts describing what I went through, and how I felt about it happening, so this will be in 1st person. I hope you guys enjoy this story. J (please be kind, this is the first story I’ve written) It was about 4:30 in the morning when my alarm clock rang out and awakened me much earlier than I was used to. I had a long day ahead of me, but I tried to salvage what little sleep I could before Mom would come in and make me get up. About 4:40 Mom knocked on the door telling me that I had to get up now. My mom and dad were going through some tough times, and thought it would be best for me to go away for the summer so they could proceed with a divorce. It was decided that I was to spend the next two months with my grandmother in the rural parts of Georgia, a decision in which I wasn’t too happy with. Being a city girl from Baltimore, I didn’t find living without the comforts of the 21st century too appealing. When I say she lived in the middle of nowhere, I mean literally it was a one and a half hour drive to the closest airport. Not to mention hardly anyone lived within range of my grandmothers, so it seemed as though I would be bored the entire summer.  I had packed the night before, one huge suitcase with everything I needed to survive in this wilderness. I had my mp3 player full of music and videos, about 8 huge books to read, candy, and enough clothes to last three weeks with no washing.  I was finally up and went to the bathroom, locked the door and got ready to take my shower. As I took off my clothes, I was still very shy about my appearance. I hadn’t really developed like most of the other girls in my class yet, but I wasn’t ashamed of my body. I was about 5’4”, 110 lbs, with a few inches below shoulder length brown hair. I was between an A and B cup at that time, much smaller than my mom’s DD’s. I was also pretty pale since I didn’t enjoy being outdoors as much as reading in the comfort of my room. I took a pretty quick shower, but made sure to shave before I left. Ever since I had been made fun of when I was in Middle school for not having shaved my legs, it had become an obsession of mine to keep hair off. When I had finished I put on my towel and walked back to my room to get dressed. My room was just across the hall, but I was too shy of a girl back then to have dared walk the 4 feet into my room naked. I didn’t stay naked for long, I quickly put on my panties, and then I put on my skirt and tank top to complete my outfit. I didn’t wear a bra with my tank top since it would have looked tacky. We then took my bags off to the car, and we were ready to head to the airport. When we got to the airport, my mom pulled up to the unloading zone, and helped me get my bags out. She gave me a kiss and wished me luck. She handed me my ticket and told me that she told me to give her a call when I got there. I walked into the building and went through scanners. I put my bags in for my plane, and got onto the aircraft carrying me to my most extraordinary adventure. Summer At Grandma's (Part 2) The plane finally landed and as I got off the plane, I saw my grandma. She ran up and gave me a big hug. “How’s my cute little grandbaby doing? You look the same as the last time I saw you!” Of course I was embarrassed and told her that I’m too old to be called “grandbaby,” and that I had definitely grown since three years ago. She shrugged it off and said that we needed to hurry and get my bags so we could beat rush hour traffic in the Atlanta. I stood there waiting to see my big red bag, but it never came around. We went to the service desk to ask them where my bags had gone. In an uncaring tone, the lady behind the desk said, “Your bag may have been lost, stolen, or sent on the wrong plane.” She then went on to tell us that they would give us a call if the bag was found. I was hysterical, everything I had for the summer was in that bag, and if they didn’t find it, I would be bored to death this summer! After exchanging numbers, my grandma told me it would be ok, and they would find my bag and send it to us. We walked to the parking lot, and I jumped up in the old ford truck that my grandmother had driven since my grandpa died before I was born. My grandmother wasn’t a bad looking woman, she was about 60, but looked like she was 50 or so. She had lived by herself for about 25 years, and had become very self sufficient. I had never been to her house in the wilderness of Georgia, every time I’d seen her was when she visited us in Baltimore once every few years. I hadn’t actually seen her since I was about 12, but she looked exactly the same. She was a very strong woman who insisted on being in the middle of things, and taking control of situations. I know that my mother hated when grandma visited because every time she arrived, the house seemed to become grandma’s house. I was already annoyed that I would have to spend time with grandma, but now not having books and music, what would I do this summer?  About half way down the road, it finally dawned on me that all the clothes that I brought were in those bags. I asked my grandmother “Can we stop somewhere for me to pick up a few sets of clothes till they send me my bags?” Grandma said “don’t worry girlie, I have some clothes you can wear. I’ve picked up some clothes over the years and I think you’ll love them.” A sick feeling came over me, I remembered the sweater she had made for me at Christmas, instead of being my size, it was two times too big. “She told me I would grow into it.” My mother and she laughed, but I didn’t. I was very sensitive about my breasts at that point, and it only embarrassed me more to hear them talk about my lack of bust. It also didn’t hurt that the sweater was the hideous in every way. I didn’t want to look like an idiot wearing grandma’s clothes, but I didn’t really have a choice until I got my bags in. When finally pulled up to grandma’s house, I was amazed that this cabin like structure existed. It was truly in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by trees, and without a house for a while. When I walked in I couldn’t believe what I saw… Summer At Grandma's (Part 3) Inside was a world far away from what I was used to, the house hardly seemed like a house from the 20th century, much less than my high tech lifestyle. “Where’s the TV?” I asked, she responded by telling me that she didn’t have one. She laughed telling me “This ain’t one of those fancy city hotels!” I was devastated, what was I going to do this summer with no entertainment at all? We walked through the house to the back door, and showed me something I had never seen before. I didn’t think it could get any worse until my grandma explained to me how to draw water from the well. I had to physically pull up and down just to get a bucket of water, this sucked. I didn’t think it was possible, but she didn’t have running water in the house at all. She pointed out the outhouse to the side of the yard with one of those little half moons, and proceeded to let her dog out of his lot. He was a cute golden retriever named Sam. He ran up to her and then to me to be petted. My family didn’t own a dog, but I wish that we had. After sitting outside with Sam and grandma for a few, we went back inside. Thank god the house had electricity; I would have just killed myself then if I was completely in the Stone age. She also had a phone, so I called up my mom and told her about the airline losing my bags. She told me not to worry, and she would handle the whole thing. I was relieved that something seemed to be going right for once. The house was pretty small, big enough for my grandma to have raised my mom, but not for much more than a small family. We walked up a set of stairs to a lone bedroom on the 2nd floor where I was to sleep. My grandma told me how this used to be my mom’s room, and how it pretty much looked the same since she left. It was beautiful, surrounded by windows except for the beams supporting the house. It was very bright, and the bedspread was a beautiful red and blue design. I decided to spend the rest of the day playing with Sam while grandma fixed dinner. We played fetch, and I ran after him for about an hour or so, but eventually got tired. At about 8:30 pm, grandma yelled out the door “Dinner’s ready!” I was so hungry, but was confused about the food she fixed. I asked what this strange food in front of me was, and my grandma responded with, “Fried pork chops, with turnip greens, fried squash, and banana pudding for dessert.” The turnip greens looked gross, but when I tried them, I loved them. After I cleaned my plate, I was ready to hit the shower. It was then it dawned on me, “she doesn’t have a bath?” I spoke up and asked her where the bathroom was. She laughed and told me to look behind me in the corner. There sat a big metal tub with one of those privacy shield things leaning against the wall. “I can’t use that, someone might see me naked!” I gasped to her. Grandma then responded by saying, “Who’s going to see you? I’m the only other person for miles, and besides, it’s not like I haven’t see you naked before girlie.” I was mortified; I hadn’t been naked in front of another person since I was like 8. “I’ve already got your water heating up so you can hop on in.” I couldn’t believe I was going to be naked in a big room with only a little wooden privacy shield blocking me from view. During gym class in school I changed in the bathroom stall, and I was still wearing underwear. Could this really be happening? I slowly walked over to the tub to see that the water was pleasant. She had a little shelf next to it with some homemade soap and shampoo with a cloth for me. Above the shelf was a window, and I instantly became embarrassed, there were no blinds to block outside view. What if someone sees me, what would I do? Grandma then yelled “hurry up girlie, you have a big day tomorrow!” I moaned at the thought of getting up early again, but my grandma being like every old person got up at 5, leaving me to get up with her. Cautiously I began to take off my sweaty clothes. First I slid my skirt down and off leaving me with my panties and tank top. I looked out the window to make sure no one was there, and then I hurriedly slid off my panties and lifted my tank top over my head. I tossed my clothes to the edge of the shield, and hopped into the water. It was so relaxing to get some of the nastiness of the Georgia heat off me. I was very cautious about how I moved in the water, trying to hide as much as I could under the water. It was then that my grandma told me she was getting my dirty laundry, and that my nightgown was upstairs. Still embarrassed by the fact that just feet away my clothed grandma was reading the paper with just a shield blocking me from full exposure, I bathed. I didn’t stand up at all fearing I would be seen by someone outside, having to find ways to wash everything sitting down. Grandma then yelled “You need some help washing your hair girlie?” I yelled back, “I’m good granny!” avoiding any embarrassing situation. As I was finishing by getting the last of the shampoo out of my hair, I heard a knock on the door. I froze, I thought to myself, I must be hearing noises. Then I heard the door swing open and voices greeting one another. Oh god, what was I going to do? Summer At Grandma's (Part 5) I awakened suddenly to find that I needed to use the restroom. I hadn’t even realized that the time I’d been at grandma’s house, I hadn’t done my business. I quickly crawled out of bed and softly walked down the stairs. There was a small lamp on in the corner of the den revealing that all the people there earlier had since retired. The further I walked down the stairs; I could see Sam lying in his bed. He raised his head, but didn’t bark at me. I tiptoed through the den to the back door and gently turned the handle. “ERRRREERRRKKKKKK”  Stupid noisy door! I stood there for a second, but I didn’t hear any stirring from my grandma’s room. I made my way to the outhouse through the backyard stepping cautiously. I expected the worst when I opened the door, but was pleasantly surprised. There was a light switch I noticed as I entered. As I turned it on, I discovered a neat toilet like seat where I was to do my business. It didn’t nearly smell as bad as I thought an outhouse would, but it was far from luxury. It was then that I realized what I had just done. I guess I was too tired and embarrassed earlier to realize what I had on. As I looked at myself in the mirror behind the door, I took immediate notice to the nightgown my grandma had given me. The gown only reached a few inches below my crotch, but covered the rest of my body well. As I sat on the toilet I realized something else, I didn’t have panties…What would I do? My only pair was dirty, and here I was, outside, with only a nightgown that barely covered me. As I did my business, I wondered when I would get my stuff from the airlines. As I finished up, I turned off the light and headed back to the house cautiously. A cool summer breeze caressed me under my gown in an obvious reminder that I was lacking certain things. As I entered the house I was suddenly startled. “BURGULAR!!!!” my grandma shouted. She was holding a sock full of quarters over her head ready to strike. “NO, IT’S ME GRAMS!” I yelled. Startled, my grandma lowered the sock of quarters and gave me a hug. She apologized for scaring me, and told me to sit down for a moment. I sat down on the couch trying to keep as much of myself covered as possible. I eventually tucked the end of the gown between my legs and held my hands there in a last ditch effort to cover myself before my grandma came over. She began by telling me, “I’m sorry for scaring you Cat, tomorrow will be a better day. I’ll make you a big breakfast, and you can play.” Feeling a bit better, I got up, and gave my grandma another hug and began walking up the stairs to bed. I quickly crawled under the sheets and drifted off to sleep. I was awakened the next morning by the loud cracking of bacon in the skillet. I looked over to see the sun glistening off the windows in my room. I stood up and stretched only to look over at the mirror in the room to discover my privates completely exposed. I would have to be careful if I wore this again, I couldn’t put my hands up without possibly exposing everything. I began to look through the drawers to find anything else I could wear with no luck. The only things in the room to cover me were the gown and the towel from last night. As I looked closer at the gown, I found that I could clearly see the indentation of where my nipples were. In the sunlight you could clearly see my form through the dress. OH MY GOD, WHAT AM I GOING TO DO??? As I slowly walked down the stairs, I was greeted by a wide awake Sam. He began to bark, and suddenly I heard my grandma’s voice from the kitchen. “Thank goodness you’re finally up, you’ll sleep the whole day away!” I wasn’t quite as enthusiastic, I liked to sleep in, and the changes in schedule didn’t sit too well with me. Grandma told me to take a seat at the kitchen table, and as I did, I found out that I wasn’t going to be covered very well. As grandma and I small talked, I tried to position myself in a way the cover my crotch from view. I had to just hope she didn’t look under the table, I would be so humiliated if my grandma saw me like that. It was strange to sit at a table and talk to someone knowing that you could be so easily embarrassed. After I finished, I thanked her for the breakfast and took my plate over to the dish tub. I then asked my grandma if she’d heard from the airlines, but she hadn’t. She grabbed a cup of coffee and we walked to the back door to let Sam out to play.  “Is there anything I can do to help you around the house?” I said. My grandma then spoke up, “Don’t worry about all that, I’ll handle it all for now, you just have fun while you’re here.” (She paused) “I have a great idea, why don’t you go swimming in the lake today, the weather’s great, and you could do with some sun!” Confused I responded with “I can’t Grams, don’t you remember I don’t have a bathing suit.” “Yes you do, the one God gave you will do!” my grandma responded, “Back in my day little girls like you didn’t even know what a bathing suit was. It’s alright for girls like you to walk around naked; you haven’t developed into a woman yet. Enjoy your last few years of modesty before you have to cover up Cat!” “What if someone sees me?” I trembled while asking.  “No one lives anywhere close enough to see you; besides, the lake is just about half a mile down that path. Plus, Sam will keep you company.” Grams said in a matter of fact kind of way. Before I could react, my nightgown was suddenly whisked off my body leaving me naked as the day I was born. As I tried to cover my parts up my grandma pushed me out the door. “Have fun!” is all she said. I looked down at my pale body in the morning sun. Why did my grandma say I wasn’t a woman, I was in high school. Sure I don’t have the biggest boobs in the world, and I shaved my pubic hair, but surely that doesn’t make me a little girl does it? As I began my walk through the back yard covering myself the best I could, I thought to myself. OH GOD, WHAT HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO… Summer At Grandma's (Part 6) The grass was a pale green, starved from rain, and baking in the near 100 degree heat of Georgia. It was still morning and I knew it was going to be a hot and humid day. I walked timidly through the backyard trying to cover what I could, searching for the dirt path leading to the lake. I was contemplating what I could do instead of going to the lake, and finally decided that I would just wait in the woods a little while and then come back to the house. As I located the dirt path I became somewhat more confident. It looked like nobody traveled the path, hopefully meaning I could have a peaceful rest under a tree or something. Once I entered the trees and walked on the path, I didn’t see the need to cover myself anymore. It felt so strange to feel a breeze all over my body. I had never been naked outside before, but for some reason I wasn’t humiliated. The fact that I was alone with only Sam the dog gave me the confidence not to hide in a ball. I had never realized just how interesting nature was as I walked along. I could hear the birds chirping, and see squirrels burying nuts and starring at me. I couldn’t help but still feel awkward standing there naked. The sick feeling of embarrassment came over me again when I thought about getting caught. “What would I do?” I whispered to myself. I guess I could tell them the truth, but it wouldn’t make me feel any better about myself. Then again, it wouldn’t really matter, I would probably only see them once in my life, and it would be done. As I continued to walk a new dilemma arose. A fork in the path stood ahead of me. Grandma didn’t say anything about a fork in the path. I decided it was a good time to stop before I went too far. The water would feel so nice, but I couldn’t risk getting caught like this. I would just go into the woods a little bit, and rest. Once I was a good distance from the path, I found an enclosed area between two fallen tress where I could rest with some privacy. As I lay there, I drifted off the sleep with Sam laying on the other side of the tree. I woke up suddenly “JESUS CHRIST!!!” I screamed as I looked down at my leg. A huge spider began to crawl up my leg. I quickly jumped up and kicked the spider off. I hated spiders so much. As I began to calm down, I looked around me to see that nothing much had changed. I guess I had only been asleep a few minutes when the spider crawled on my leg. I wasn’t going to lie down there ever again. As I looked down at my body, I was covered in sweat and dust. The humidity was awful, it was only like 11 am and I was roasting even being naked. I walked back to the path and decided I was going to the lake one way or the other. I looked at both paths and chose the one that looked less traveled, hoping it led to the salvation of the lake water. I felt so icky with all the dust and sweat, but cautiously continued down the left path. As I timidly walked down the dirt path I became much less concerned about getting caught and more about getting the nastiness off me. After a few more minutes of walking, I finally came upon a beautiful lake with shining blue water. Without hesitation I ran down to the water, onto the long dock, and dove into the water. REFRESHMENT!!!!!!!!! Finally I felt comfortable. Sam stood at the edge of the water, scared to get in I guess. I couldn’t believe how much cooler the water was than the air around me. It was so relaxing to get in the comfort of the water that I honestly forgot I was naked. I went under the water and came up under the dock. It was like a club in the space since you had enough room to stick your head fully up, but you had to dive under the water to get there. I was never the best swimmer, but I did enjoy the water. I decided to play some fetch in the water with Sam. I got out of the water to find a stick. After I had found one, I tossed it into the water, but Sam didn’t chase after it. I was disappointed in him, a dog afraid of water? I tried to coax him into the water with a new stick. I walked to the edge of the dock and dove in again. There was an island in the middle of the lake that looked very interesting. It was covered with brilliant colors, looking like a Southern island paradise with a couple trees. What could be the harm in seeing what secrets the island held? As I began swimming I couldn’t help but look up at the sun to realize that I needed sunscreen. I hoped I wouldn’t get burned, I was a very pale girl, and didn't respond well to sunburn. As I finally stepped foot on the island, I looked back to see Sam just sitting on the dock. No matter what I did, he wouldn’t get in the water, he didn't know what he was missing. I couldn't believe my eyes, this island was covered with beautiful red and yellow flowers. I could hear the birds in the trees singing, and noticed a big turtle laying out. I grabbed a couple flowers and put them in my hair. Once I got bored with the flowers I began the swim back to the shore. The chill of the water caressed my skin as I entered it once again. It was then over my right shoulder I heard a sound that shattered the peaceful sounds of nature. WHAT IS THAT? NO…IT COULDN’T BE…OH GOD, I HAVE TO GET BACK TO SHORE. Summer At Grandma's (Part 7) I swam faster than I had ever done before. I thought only of getting to shore and running as fast as I could back to my grandma’s house. Left arm, right arm, one after the other is all I could see as I drove through the water. Just as I could see shore about 100 feet away, a voice yelled out to me. “Hey there white girl, why you swimmin’ down by my dock?” I didn’t even attempt to turn around, I just swam harder hoping the voice would leave me alone. Just a few more feet to the dock, then I can run like hell. Just then a boat came into view pulling up to the dock with a figure standing up on it. I couldn’t see who it was because of the sunlight in my eyes, but I knew I was screwed. What would I tell the person? Would they hurt me? Would I be in trouble? “White girl, I know you can hear me, you’re gonna be in real trouble if you don’t answer. I say, why you here at my dock swimmin’” I spoke out in a trembling voice, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was your dock.” I stopped at the end of the dock nervously shaking. “I’ll never do it again, please don’t call the police on me!” I said already almost in tears. Just then the figure began to move to the end of the dock, and I began to panic, “could they see me naked in the water?” As I gazed up I was surprised to see a large black woman holding a cane. “Don’t cry little white girl, I wasn’t threatening you. I was just wondering why you were swimmin’ all the way out here?” “My grandma told me to go swimming for the day, but I guess I went the wrong way.” With an interested look on her face, the woman said in a crackly voice, “You Betty’s granddaughter?” “Yes ma’am.” I said in a soft voice. A smile came over her face as she responded with “You’re grandmamma told me a few weeks ago that you’d be comin down to Georgia. Come on up here so I can give you a big ol hug!” I quickly began to think up excuses for why I wanted to stay in the water. “I’m all wet, I don’t want to get you wet too.” Is what I decided on.  “Don’t worry about that, let’s go have a glass of fresh lemonade and talk some.” She responded. “How about I visit you later today?” I meekly asked. “Come on up here, I’m already wet from my boat ride.” She replied. Quickly I said “really, I’ll do it later, I just want to swim some more.” “Why don’t you want to hug me? Your grandmamma and I go way back, and she wouldn’t be pleased with you being so unfriendly.  “I ca..ca..can’t.” I stuttered. “If It’s because you’re nekid, don’t bother being embarrassed none about it.” Blushing I tried to figure how she knew I was naked. “How’d you know?” “You was over on the island pickin’ my flowers I planted. It’s not hard to see a pale white girl like you walking around nekid. Stop being silly and come on up here, there’s a nice towel back at my place to dry off on.  Nervously I pulled myself up on the dock, exposing my naked body to a person I just met. If me from two days ago saw me doing this now, she would probably have fainted, but I stood there shivering, covering up my breasts and pubic area. I looked down at my toes, curled up pigeon toed, trying to hide from the world. As I looked up I saw the old lady and Sam looking at me. Suddenly she came forward and gave me a big hug, forcing me to wrap my arms around her. I stood there stunned and naked, clasped by a large woman. As she released me from the hug, she looked down at me, and stated in a laughing voice. “So tell me why you're really nekid white girl?” Summer At Grandma's (Part 8) Humiliated I dropped down into a ball covering myself. “Can you please get me that towel so I can cover myself up, I shouldn’t be naked out here like this!” “What’s wrong with it white girl? You sure didn’t mind prancin’ around nekid pickin’ my flowers and swimmin’ like that. Go put on your clothes so you can stop acting so crazy.” “I don’t have any!” “Well why you makin’ such a big deal about it then? You walked this whole way nekid, and now you’re worried about it? A girl your age don’t have to worry about coverin’ up, you should be gettin’ a tan on that pale body.” “I’m in high school, I can’t be seen naked like this, I’m an adult!” I shouted. “Little girl, you don’t have to scream. I’m going to tell your grandmamma that you were rude to me, then you’ll be in trouble. You don’t look like no adult yet, you ain’t got no boobies, and no hair between your legs. I’ve cared for children my entire life, and you still a little girl. Follow me, and I’ll see what I can do about gettin’ you some clothes.” She shouted as she began walking away. “I’ll come.” I responded. Defeated I followed her using my left hand to cover between my legs, and my right arm to cover both my nipples and breasts. I wanted to vomit. I was so scared that someone else would see me and laugh, or take pictures! What would I do? I could feel the breeze on my still water covered body. I felt so exposed. I could feel my nipples becoming erect under my arms. I just wanted to run away as fast as I could, but the hope of warm clothes covering my naked body kept me going. As we continued to walk I asked, “Is there going to be anyone at the house?” “Shouldn’t be. My granddaughter lives with me, but she’s still at work.” Great, hopefully this would go off without a hitch. As we walked up to the house, I saw what had to be the cutest dog in the world sitting on her back porch. It was a German Sheppard that looked to be tired as a dog on a summer day. He looked up at me for a second, then plopped back down. As she opened the door for me, a large den was revealed. HOLY SHIT! SHE HAD TELEVISION!!! I knew then that I had to make good friends with her, otherwise I would be doomed to a summer of boredom.  “Sit down in this chair, but dry off with this towel first, I don’t want you gettin’ my chair wet. Let me get you a glass of lemonade, and I’ll see about gettin’ you some clothes.” Gladly I took the towel and wrapped it around myself. I took it off to dry the rest of my body when I saw her leave the room. I looked around to see that she actually had an indoor bathroom, and bathtub!!! Just then she entered the room with a large glass of lemonade and handed it to me. I took a sip, and it was so good. I thanked her, then… RINGGGGGG….RINGGGGGGG....RINGGGGGGGG!!! “Got’s to get the phone, hold on a minute.”  I sat down in the chair, turned on the TV, and enjoyed my lemonade. She didn’t get many channels, but it was better than nothing. There was a fan that stood beside the TV that blew back and forth. As it panned over to my side I felt a huge rush of cold air go between my legs. It sent shivers up and down my spine. I could still hear the old lady in the other room talking on the phone, so I did something out of my character, I spread my legs out a little bit and brought the towel up to just below my crotch. Every time the fan came back my way, I shivered at the odd feeling. It wasn’t really a sexual feeling, just a very odd one. Nudity up to this point in my life was something so forbidden by my own mind that it was made unthinkable to be seen naked. Nothing much had changed, I still felt like I needed to vomit just because of what happened earlier. I was so self concise of myself, even though I acted shocked by what the old lady said, I knew I wasn’t like most girls my age. Though I did shave my legs and private areas, I really didn’t have a whole lot to shave. I was so embarrassed about having limited pubic hair growth that I shaved it to pretend like I had too much. As I looked at my private area, I became angry at just how strange I looked in comparison to the girls I saw in gym. They didn’t mind walking around the locker rooms naked, or talking to each other naked, but I only had the courage to change in the stall. I wanted to think of myself as characters in the books I read, beautiful and without flaws. So many times I wished I could write and draw my own character, and be who I wanted to be. Just then I heard a tap…tap…tap on the floor coming toward me. Thinking I had been caught by the old lady and her cane, I looked over my shoulder to find a black guy wearing sunglasses about my age standing there.  “OH MY GOD!” I shouted. “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?” “Who are you?” the boy said in a startled tone, “and why are you in my grand mamma’s house?” Just then the old lady came into the den and introduced me to her great grandson Kevin. Still startled by what he may have seen, I was still in shock. Did he see me looking at myself, or playing with the fan? I thought to myself. As I got up cautiously holding the towel, I feared the humiliation of looking into the eyes of a boy who saw me doing something I shouldn’t.  He stuck out his hand and introduced himself, “I’m Kevin, what’s your name?” I then realized something that now made since, he was blind. He held his hand facing the television while I was a good 45 degrees to the right of him. In his left hand he held a white cane, and stood there wearing an Atlanta Braves t-shirt and a pair of jean shorts. I secured the towel with one hand and redirected his hand and shook it with the other. “I’m Cat, nice to meet you Kevin.” “Whoops, sorry about that, if you couldn’t already tell, I’m blind.” Kevin apologized. “Did you meet my dog Sandy? She’s my best friend. Do you have a dog?” “Well, my grandma has a dog named Sam, he’s nice.” I responded. "Do you like to play video games?" he asked. "I love video games..." Just then the old lady interrupted.  “That was your grandmamma, she was wondering if I had seen you. She said it was alright if you stayed for dinner. Why don’t you go wash up, and I’ll get you some clothes.” “Ok!” I responded. I was finally getting some clothes, and a nice bath to get me clean. Kevin seemed like a nice guy, I’m happy I have someone I can be a friend with this summer. Summer at Grandma's (Part 9) As I walked into the bathroom, I closed the door and started the water. A nice warm shower was going to feel amazing. The bathroom was actually quite nice compared to even my own back home. There was both a shower with foggy glass and a large bathtub. After the water had run for about a minute, I dropped my towel and walked into the shower. I shivered in amazement of just how awesome a nice shower felt. Soon enough I would have some clothes, and this horrible day would be over. I could just feel those nice clothes on my body already. As I showered I couldn’t believe all the stuff that I had done during the day. I hadn’t been seen naked in years, and today, two new people saw me, thank goodness Kevin couldn’t see what I was doing in the chair. It didn’t take the embarrassment away though, if anything, I was now more embarrassed about being naked in front of people. Chills ran down my spine at the thought of what could have happened.  “First shampoo.” I said out loud. I put a nice little handful of shampoo on my hair and worked it in. I stood under the shower for a few minutes letting the shampoo work its way out. Next I had to clean my body with some soap. I believe it was Irish spring, but I might not remember correctly. From face to toe I washed my body intensely. The dirt and grime from swimming in the lake was coming off nicely. Just as I was washing my breasts, I heard the doorknob turn. “KNOCK! KNOCK!” came from a fist hitting the door. “Are you decent for me to come in?” the old lady. “No, I’m still in the shower!” I responded back. “That’s fine!” the old lady said, “I was just makin’ sure you wasn’t doing your business on the toilet or nothin’.” As she entered the room. “You make sure to wash behind your ears girl, you gotta be nice and clean to eat dinner.”  I instinctively covered my boobs and privates even though she couldn’t see me through the foggy glass. “I will!” I responded. Just then I could see her figure moving toward the shower. “OH MY GOD, SHE WOULDN’T DARE OPEN THIS SHOWER DOOR!” I thought to myself. Just as she was only a few feet from the shower she turned left and opened the closet. “Here’s a fresh towel for you, and I laid you some clothes on the toilet, they should fit you.” She stated as she walked out the door and closed it behind her.  That was a close one. I don’t know why I didn’t lock the door behind me. As I finished up my shower I turned off the water and stepped out. On the towel rack was a nice blue and white towel for me to dry off with. I always started with my face and worked my way down. As I grabbed the towel, I also locked the door to keep any unwanted guest from walking in on me naked. After I finished with my body, I dried my hair and wrapped the towel tightly around my body. I couldn’t believe how much more comfortable it was to be wrapped only in a towel in private compared to walking around scared and naked earlier. As I walked over to the toilet to pick up the clothes I had been given, I was astonished at what I found. Three packages of XL men’s white t-shirts. Certainly she had forgotten to bring me some pants, or a skirt or something. I opened the package and took out one of the shirts to put on. I dropped my towel into the laundry basket and put the shirt over my head. Though an XL was much too large for me normally, I couldn’t help but feel exposed wearing only a t-shirt. The neck of the shirt was surprisingly comfortable, but the sleeves reached my elbows. As I looked in the mirror, I discovered the shirt reached about three-fourths down my thigh. Convinced this couldn’t be all the clothes she gave me, I pulled the towel out of the bin and wrapped it around my waist to see where the rest of my clothes were.  As I opened the door I looked around to see if anyone was there. The coast was clear, but I had to find the old lady to get the rest of my clothes. I assumed she was in the kitchen cooking, and I was correct. Kevin was already at the table ready to eat, but as I began to walk toward her, she turned around and said to me. “Hope you like the clothes girl, your grandmamma told me all about you losing your bags at the airport, so I was nice enough to give you some spare clothes to last you a couple days.” “Not to be impolite, but did you forget something else?” As I pointed down to my towel. “Or do you have something else I could wear?” “Those shirts should do you fine, but if you don’t want to wear them, it’s fine if you really want to eat nekid.” She said in a sarcastic tone. “And take that wet towel off, you’ll get my chair wet.” As she jerked the towel down off me and put it in my hands. I was so stunned I just stood there for a second before I let out a small “EEEK!” Kevin laughed a little as he heard my response. Strangely I was embarrassed just because Kevin now knew that I was wearing only a t-shirt. Now that I look back at it, he didn’t really know I didn’t have on underwear, but I guess it didn’t matter to me at that point. As I walked back into the bathroom to drop off my towel and grab my shirts, a horrible feeling overtook me. My stomach began churning, and then it finally happened, I threw up into the toilet. She couldn’t be serious, could she? I’m much too old to be wearing something like this. As I regained my composure, I stood up and flushed the toilet. My legs were shaking and it was hard for me to stand up as I walked out of the bathroom into the den. I could literally feel the air touching my privates, and I was horrified. As I entered the kitchen I quickly ran over to the table and sat down. As I looked down I was surprised to realize the shirt only came up to a little less than half my thigh. I quickly crossed my legs and kept them that way the whole dinner.  “Hope you like it.” As she sat a big plate filled with fried chicken, mashed potatoes, biscuits and lima beans.  It looked really good. I couldn’t help but almost forget about my situation, but just then the front door opened and in walked a woman about 35 or so.  “Don’t start eatin’ till I get in there!” She said as she walked into the kitchen. “Who are you?” she asked me. “I’m Catherine.” I responded meekly.  “Nice to meet you Catherine, I’m Melody, I’m Kevin’s mom.” She said as she began looking at my attire and the crazy way I had crossed my legs at the dinner table. She didn’t say anything about it, but it made me feel really awkward, so I uncrossed my legs, but put them tightly together. She sat across the table from me, and the old lady, who everyone called bigmaw, sat at the other end of the table opposite Kevin.  As we began eating, we conducted small talk, and munched on the fried chicken. It was delicious; I put it up to my mouth and took a huge bite out of the drumstick. It basically melted in my mouth, so I complimented bigmaw on her cooking. I had soon finished my plate and was sitting there waiting for dessert. Bigmaw pulled out a huge rice pudding, and my mouth began to water at the thought of the sweet rice pudding. Kevin was dismissed from the table and dessert because he hadn’t done his chores for the day, so it was just the three of us. Melody cut up the pie and handed out the plates. She once again gave me a strange look when she saw what I was wearing, but continued with the pie. As we began to eat dessert and small talk, Melody began asking me questions. “That’s an interesting looking dress you have on, where’d you get it?” I stopped eating, and probably turned pale as a ghost. I could only muster, “Bigmaw gave me the dress.” “Are you sure it’s a dress, it looks like a t-shirt?” Melody remarked. “It’s way too big for you, come over here and I’ll taper it up for you.” “I really can’t do that!” I remarked. “Why not, it would look so much nicer, and you would only have to take your dress of for a minute or two.” Melody replied. “well…I’m….I’m kind of….not wearing anything else.” I whispered to her. Not even stunned Melody responded with “It’s not really that big of a deal, we’re all females here. If you want to be uncomfortable, than that’s fine.” I was thankful that she dropped it that quickly. As we finished up dessert, bigmaw told me it was time for me to go back to my grandma’s house, and that Melody would give me a ride. She told me that I should come back over and we would have some fun. As I stood up, I was wary of the fact that now Melody knew I was naked under this shirt. I was humiliated at the position I was in, but I couldn’t do anything about it right now. On the bright side, I wouldn’t have to be naked. As I cautiously walked to say bye to Kevin, I called Sam from the back. We walked to Melody’s truck and Sam and I climbed in. As Melody started up the truck, she began talking to me again. “So what were you wearing when you got to bigmaw’s house?” Melody asked. Defeated I told her the truth, “I didn’t have anything on.” “I think it’s good girls your age being open about yourself like that, don’t be ashamed.” Melody said. I didn’t see it her way, I was humiliated today, and now I had to go back home. Hopefully tomorrow I would get my bags back. As we pulled up to Grandma’s house, Sam and I jumped out and thanked Melody.  "Bye Catherine, we're going to have a lot of fun this summer!" Little did I know what I was in store for.

Strip Search  Crissy sang with her sweetest voice the lead part of the summer music festival presented by her church. The many years of private voice lessons had helped make her the most sought after soloist in the large church choir she attended regularly. Her husband Robert smiled at her from the audience with pride knowing she was the most talented musician in the annual program. He didn't share her zeal for regular church attendance but was happy to accompany her to witness her special program. Crissy was naturally gifted with singing and dancing talents that were developed from her early childhood home. She had all the benefits of growing up in a warm nurturing family life with her strict religious parents. Nothing was held back from her when it came to special classes in voice and ballet. The young wife was filled with a natural grace and composure that clearly made her stand out in even a church crowd. Even though her husband had some appreciation for her upbringing, it was her drop dead sexy body that made his blood boil.  Ever since she graduated at the end of spring quarter, Crissy had a strong desire to teach music. That was the only reason she had agreed to move so far away from her family in Denver to this small community in southern Tennessee. She would be teaching her one year internship in the music department at the community college in the fall.  As Robert watched his 20 year old bride sing, he couldn't help but notice her gorgeous tits rise and fall even under the choir robe. God she was fine piece of woman even if she was so shy and modest about showing any of her charms anywhere in public. Her petite 5' 4" figure was flawless topped by the sweetest smelling soft auburn shoulder length hair. Back in Denver when she would wear her bikini, her full milky breasts would spill out of her top giving him a raging hard on just watching her.  Since the wedding, the young husband never tired of exploring her body from her hard rose colored nipples to her sweet wet pussy just barely covered with soft dark red hair. Crissy still got embarrassed when her husband wanted to leave the light on in their bedroom so her could see her most secret parts as they made love.  Sitting in church, Robert's mind remembered how hot she got as he pounded away fucking his bride to a shuddering climax. Even though she still wouldn't even consider any oral or anal sex, Crissy would buck and squeal in the missionary position through repeated orgasms under her new husband. Robert had to give a slight grin thinking that it would only be a matter of time before he would finally talk her into taking his throbbing cock between her full soft lips for a blow job. Hell, she was so shy, she still wouldn't let him kiss or suck on her precious little pussy. Crissy still thought that it was "dirty and perverted" to do anything like that.  As Robert listened to the music, he had to cross his legs to hide his stiff cock from thinking about all the things he would like to do to his sweet little bride.  Even though they had only been married three months ago, living with her new husband in such a backward part of the county was not her idea of fun. She didn't have any of her old friends to spend time with like she enjoyed back home. Crissy was looking forward to the year passing quickly so they could move back to Denver and be around a higher class of people and real civilization again.  The young wife was real tired of all the off color remarks she would hear from the men in the small town. She couldn't help but notice all the unwanted attention she would get as they would openly stare at her swaying breasts as she walked by. The rude comments were not welcome as the modest young wife tried to disregard the stares and keep her eyes from making contact with the grinning faces.  Crissy had discussed the problem with her husband Robert but he just kept telling her men will be men. Somehow, she almost got the idea her husband kind of enjoyed the attention she got from the guys. He would always make some joke about how hard up these guys are or how she should be happy she was the center of attention. "What do you expect," he would laugh, "these poor guys have never seen anything as sweet and tender as you in their whole life." It really made her mad when Robert would tell her to let them have there fun and not get so worked up over it.  The only job her husband could find was as a mechanic at the one and only auto dealership in the community. He had hoped to use his college business skills but had to depend on the wages from the shop to pay the bills while Crissy finished her teaching assignment. Most of the men he worked with were older and quite a rough bunch of guys that had known each other since childhood.  Robert was new and found it hard to make friends with the guys at the shop. The one thing he seemed to have in common with the group was a love for motorcycles. He had been forced to sell his road bike to raise money for the move from Denver. He found that if he talked about motorcycles and hung out with the guys playing poker and drinking beer, someone would always have an extra bike for him to ride on the weekends.  Several weeks ago, Crissy had stopped by the shop to deliver his lunch he had forgotten. As she walked through the shop looking for him, the word spread like wildfire that she was Robert's wife. It seemed from that day on, the guys went out of their way to be nice to the young husband. Even Bart, the shop foreman, made a comment that he should forget his lunch more often so they "could get a better look at that sweet little thing."  Robert just laughed it off and joked that if she came down there very often, no one would get any work done.  The young husband felt the pride and envy knowing that every guy in the shop would give his left nut to have a wife as sexy as Crissy. He felt damn good that he was the only man there that had seen her naked body knowing that any guy there would trade places with him in a heartbeat.  Hell, he might as well use all the advantages he had to gain the respect of his coworkers.  Crissy hated to see her husband hanging around with the guys from the shop after work. She knew they were rough and crude and didn't like to see her new husband go to the bar to drink and play cards with them. Every time she would have to go to the shop to pick up Robert after work, several of the guys would invite her to come along with her husband for a little fun. Even though they gave her the creeps her husband did little to discourage them from making her put up with their crude jokes. All she could do was to loose herself in her music studies and help out at church. It was Friday afternoon as Robert came home from work excited that he didn't have to work the weekend, and better yet, Bart had given him two tickets to the all day western rock concert Saturday. As Robert showed the program to his young wife, it was clear Crissy was less than enthusiastic about the whole idea of spending the day up in the hills listening to "hillbilly" music.  The concert was sponsored by a motorcycle club from Nashville and was to be held at a private farm up in the hills. Several bands would play the day long event. She tried to explain she really didn't want to go but Robert wouldn't take no for an answer. "You never do anything I like to do!" he complained, "now I want to spend some time with you at the concert." "Bart is bringing his wife and he made me promise that you would spend the day with her." "A couple other guys from work and their wives will be there and it's high time you get in and have a little fun with the group."  She had always objected to going to the bar with him and his friends using the excuse she couldn't stand the cigarette smoke. Crissy saw that her husband meant to force the issue and she was going whether she wanted to or not. Well at least she wouldn't have to put up with Robert's creepy buddies with the other wives there for her to be with.  It was Saturday morning and Bart would be stopping by to pick them up in a few minutes as Crissy stepped out of the shower. "All right, what does one wear to a high class concert like this?" Crissy asked with a tone of disdain. Robert was ready handing her his favorite short white summer dress with thin little straps across the shoulders. "No way!" she complained holding it up in front of her showing him that it was too short.  "Come on honey quit acting like a prude," he shouted, "it's going to be hot today and you've never even worn it since I bought it for you."  "You'd think nobody has ever seen a leg before," he taunted her. "All right if you don't care if your wife runs around half naked then why should I care," Crissy yelled knowing that she really shouldn't have agreed to her husband's wishes.  Pouting to herself, she slipped on her matching white lace bra and panties and then slipped the short little dress over her head. After putting on her sandals, she stood back and looked in the full length mirror on the wall. God, she could tell that wearing this short little lightweight dress was a mistake. The hem only came down about four inches below her cute little butt and the material was so thin that you could see the outline of her brief panties and bra.  It would be a challenge to keep her modesty and not let someone see her panties. What's worse, the young bride's thick dark nipples pushed out through her bra making the tips clearly visible and even the dark outline of each nipple could be seen under the white fabric. Crissy had just decided to change when she heard the sound of Bart's pickup horn and Robert grabbed her arm to hurry out to the truck.  She grabbed her straw purse and ran along behind her husband watching Bart's face widen to a full grin as they approached his pickup. "Hop right in sweetheart," Bart invited as he watched the young wife hold her short dress down as she struggled to climb up in the four wheel drive pickup seat. Robert slipped in beside her as Bart roared out the driveway. "Are we going to pick up you wife?" Crissy asked Bart after they made a turn away from town. Bart cleared his throat as he explained that she was picking up another wife and going to meet them at the parking lot. Crissy shot a questioning glance at her husband who just shrugged his shoulders as though it was no big deal. A few miles further, Bart turned off the highway and drove to house at the end of a long driveway saying he was picking up Leroy and Dave, from the shop, to take them to the concert.  "Can only ride four up front so flip a coin and the other guy gets the back," Bart announced. Leroy let out a holler as he slid in next to Robert packing Crissy tightly between her husband and his smelly boss.  The young bride was aware of the knowing glances between the two strange men in the crowded pickup. Here she was sandwiched between Robert's big bellied boss trying to keep her short dress in place with a knee on each side of the floor mounted gear shift that Bart seemed to enjoy shifting into fifth gear.  "Honey, if this here gear shift starts turning you on we can stop and let you get yourself off... if ya know what I mean," Bart laughed as he gave her a nudge with his elbow. "How bout it Robert.... you ever use the gear shift knob on your little wife back in your neckin days?" Leroy and Bart laughed as they kept teasing the young husband about making out with his wife before they were married.  Robert thought it best to just laugh along with the men even though he could see how embarrassed his wife was listening to the foul talk.  Crissy's face turned blush pink at the nasty remark Bart had made at her expense. The young wife squirmed backward as the shift knob pushed the hem of her dress higher only a few inches from the crotch of her panties.  Several times she felt Bart's bare knuckles accidently brush against the inside of her bare thigh way up too high to be comfortable.  She was so intent on keeping herself covered, the young bride didn't notice that Bart would laugh and hit all the bumps in the logging road as the two men watched her tits flop up and down. Dave was looking in from the back of the pickup watching her heaving tits. "Better hold on tight to yer little wife," Bart laughed, "these fuckin ruts get bigger every time I come up here."  Robert couldn't help notice the show his wife was putting on for the guys. He tried to hold her against him so she wouldn't bounce around so much but he thought it best to just let the guys have their fun. Just before they arrived at the parking lot, Bart pulled to a stop and yelled back to Dave it was time for a hit.  Continued in part 2......... Strip Search 2/3  "Everybody out for a hit and a piss," yelled Bart as he and Leroy piled out of the truck. The young wife sat in the truck alone looking down as the three men stood at the side of the truck shooting streams of piss in the air in plain view not seeming to care that it might offend the modest wife. Robert joined the others taking a leak and, in a somewhat apologetic way, ask the guys to try and keep things under control for his wife's sake.  "My wife is shy and modest and she will never go to another concert with us if we don't settle down a bit," the young husband pleaded. "Yur right son," lied Bart, "us boys done forgot our manners around a sweet little lady like your wife." Dave was lighting a joint he had taken from his backpack and passed it around to Leroy and then Bart. He handed it to Robert saying, "here this will help us all mellow out and get along better from now on."  Robert hesitated but thought if he joined them and went along with them they would respect his wishes and not act too wild around his wife.  Crissy couldn't believe her eyes as see watched her husband take a couple long drags on the joint. She had never used drugs and she was sure her husband would never defile his body either. Leroy took a drag and walked over to the open door and smiled through brown rotted teeth at the nervous young wife. "Mam, would you like a little puff of the weed before we go into the concert?" She just shook her head no and looked away trying to avoid his lustful stare.  Bart put his arm around Robert and grinned at his friends while he ask him if his wife needed to take a piss. Robert walked over to his wife and ask her if she needed to go to the bathroom. Actually, she did have to go quite badly but she was not about to let these greasy men watch her go behind a tree. Her eyes just pleaded with her husband to take her back home. "We will be all right honey once we go inside with all the other people," he explained, "the other wives are probably waiting inside."  "Let's just try to enjoy the rest of the day and listen to the music," Robert whispered running his fingers lightly across her forehead.  Even though she agreed to go inside, Crissy was starting to show concern.  Here she was with three strange men who gave her the creeps. Her husband was clearly intimidated by all three of the older men and wasn't willing to stand up to his boss but just tried to laugh off his crude comments with a joke. Everyone had to leave their vehicles in the parking lot and take old school busses the final ten miles to the farm where the concert was to be held.  As she held tightly to Robert's hand walking toward the busses, the crowd of people gathered in the parking lot were dirty biker low life types that made her skin crawl. They all wore black leather riding gear making her short white little dress stand out even more. The young wife clutched her purse and kept her eyes forward trying not to notice the looks and whistles from the group of men waiting to board the busses.  A large sign welcomed the group to the music festival with a list of warnings and regulations. 1. ABSOLUTELY NO DRUGS OR WEAPONS ALLOWED. 2. EACH PERSON OR PARCEL MAY BE SEARCHED BY SECURITY. 3. ZERO TOLERANCE - ALL OFFENDERS WILL BE PROSECUTED TO THE FULL EXTENT OF THE LAW. 4. PRIVATE PROPERTY - NO VEHICLES ALLOWED BEYOND THIS POINT.  "What are those guys thinking of?" Crissy whispered in her husbands ear, "don't they see the signs about drugs?" Her heart was pounding as they approached the tables at the security check station. Six or seven big burly men in black T shirts with the word "SECURITY" printed across the back were going through the packs, pockets and purses of the crowd before letting them on the busses.  Bart and his friends didn't hesitate or seem to be afraid to let the security men look through their backpacks. Crissy was just sure they would find the drugs she knew were there and they would all be in trouble. She handed her purse to the security man and he dumped the contents out on the table as he eyed her cleavage. He looked through her makeup bag and opened her wallet and shuffled through a few bills.  The young wife was mortified when he grinned and pulled a neatly packed rubber wrapped in a pink ribbon out and showed it to one of the other security guards. She had completely forgot about it and the guards were enjoying her humiliation in front of the group of men. "We could auction this off and get a shit load of money if we didn't start a riot first," the guard laughed handing her purse back to the embarrassed young woman.  Crissy and her husband hurried onto the bus to find Bart and his two friends. There was only one seat left open, and the sign said "no standing", so the driver had Crissy sit on her husbands lap next to a big tattoo covered biker. "You interested in buying a good set of wheels?" he ask Robert as he looked his wife up and down. "We got some good buys on some custom machines up at the concert... we rebuild em and raise money for our club's civic activities."  "Sure, I'm always looking for a good deal on a new bike," Robert told him hoping to satisfy the big smelly biker. "Good... look me up when you get up there and I'll make you a deal," he said almost like a threat. "OK," agreed the young husband as he watched the biker openly study his young wife's jiggling tits. With Bart and his friends leading the way off the bus, Crissy stayed close to her husband as they walked through the mass of concert goers looking for a good place to hear the bands. Many of the guys were laying on the ground on their backs and enjoyed the flash of Crissy's white panties as she stepped over them following the guys.  In the rush of the moment, the young wife had completely forgotten that her little dress was so short and wasn't aware that she was standing directly above two grinning faces. With her legs slightly apart for balance, the two guys were getting a great view of her perky little ass cheeks and her panty covered crotch. While Robert was helping the other guys find a good place to sit, she looked down to see the two grinning men ask her "if you need a good place to sit honey, take your cute little panties off and sit on my face and I'll stick my tongue up your hot little pussy." The young bride jumped with surprise away from those terrible laughing men and the nasty things they had said to her. Crissy sat on a dirty blanket between Bart and his friends listening to some of the worst music she had ever heard. Robert had relaxed and closed his eyes and seemed to be enjoying the music and the outdoors. After the music set ended, Bart wanted to show Robert some of the bikes that were for sale over next to a group of tents about a half mile further up the road. "You can keep us company while they are gone if ya want," offered the grinning Leroy. "No thanks... I'm staying with my husband if you don't mind," she said sharply.  The young wife had noticed that the greasy Leroy kept moving around on the blanket to get a better view under her short dress. She knew that, in spite of her best efforts, the creep had got several good looks at her panties when she wasn't looking. Bart and Robert were sitting on and checking out several different motorcycles when the big biker they had met on the bus walked over and started talking to them. He was insisting that they take a quick spin around the parking lot and see how nice the bikes ran.  Robert tried to explain that he wasn't quite ready to buy but the big guy started to get upset. Bart yelled over to Crissy standing with Leroy and Dave that they were going for a quick spin around the parking lot. The big biker had Robert on behind him and Bart ask Crissy if she wanted to take a spin. The young wife certainly didn't want her husband to leave her alone with the two men but she couldn't very well climb on behind Bart with such a short dress. "Hurry right back honey," the nervous wife called out to her disappearing husband.  The sound of the bikes faded away as she listened for the first sound of their return. Leroy opened his backpack and pulled out a joint and lit up saying," we might as well take a hit while were waitin." The young wife's heart fell to the pit of her stomach when she saw this idiot using drugs right out in the open. Both of the men were taking drags while she pleaded with them to put it away before someone notices them. All they would say is nobody was watching but if she would take a puff, they would put it away for later.  The trembling woman though better of it but decided it was the only way to make them stop. Leroy handed the smoking joint, and looking both ways, she drew in a breath of acrid smoke. Crissy's eyes were watering as she coughed trying to rid her lungs of the awful smoke. Leroy was pounding on her back helping her catch her breath. The few bikers working at the sales tents just watched with casual interest at the stunning girl with long tanned legs.  At first no one noticed the security jeep pull up beside them. Three large security guards piled out of the jeep and formed a circle around Crissy and the two men. A large German shepherd remained leashed to the back seat of the jeep. One of the guards sn*tched Leroy's backpack and quickly found several joints. Another guard grabbed Crissy's purse and dumped the contents out on the ground ordering her to put her hands on the top of her head and stay that way . The terrified wife watched as they searched Leroy and Dave looking in their pockets, shoes and shirts while they stood with arms raised against a large pine tree. The young wife gasp as Leroy and Dave were stripped bare ass naked right in front of her. She noticed that these security guards didn't look like regular police officers but instead were probably members of the motorcycle club hired to work the concert. Their hands were dirty and all had grease under their fingernails. They were all huge rough looking men with big necks.  Telling the two men to stay put, the three guards gathered around the frightened young wife. "Please, my husband and I don't really know these men... he will be right back... we just got married.... he can explain everything," she pleaded with a quivering voice. "Shut the fuck up, honey.... we'll do the asking and you'll do the answering, got that straight?" "Yes sir," she squeaked.  The three security guards smiled knowingly at each other as they enjoyed the sight of this gougous young thing, standing with her hands on her head making her big tits stick out. Her short little dress was pulled higher from the position of her stretched arms showing off the entire length of her tanned legs. They knew she was definitely out of place running around with slime like Leroy and Dave. Whatever was her husband thinking of to let his beautiful little bride, dressed in a skimpy little dress, get herself in this kind of trouble.  The three guards were not above having some fun with this cute little wife. Even though they were only temporary security police, they got a big charge out of pushing people around and showing authority. They were not really trained to preform body searches and certainly not authorized to search a female suspect. Carlos, the big Mexican, was the team leader and he wasn't going to let this sweet little chance pass him by.  "What's yer name sweetheart?" growled Carlos moving his face close to her's. "Crissy Miller" she barely whispered. "Well Mrs. Crissy Miller you done got yourself in some real trouble here didn't ya now." "Mrs. Crissy are you going to be a good girl and do exactly what your told or you gonna make me cuff you and let my boys practice a stripsearch?" "I'll do... but I want a female...  "No can do Crissy, Your stuck with us handsome fellows, so shut up and listen!" "Crissy, you got any more drugs or weapons on you?" "No sir.... I can explain if you.... please... please." "Open your mouth... now," ordered Carlos. While the sobbing young wife held her mouth wide open, Carlos stuck his dirty fingers inside checking under her tongue making her gag. The burly guard smelled her breath and smiled as he detected the smell of pot. "Sure enough... you been naughty and puffin on weed Crissy Miller."  "Keep your hands on your head," he ordered as he slowly let his big hands run up her ribs to her armpits... then slowly over her heaving breasts. It was all the young wife could do hold her position while this greasy security guard moulded her soft tits between his fingers. "My oh my you really got a set of jugs there Mrs. Miller... bet your hubby plays with em alot.. huh?.... huh?... answer me!!" "Yes" she whispered in shame. Both Leroy and Dave watched wide eyed as the security guard fondled Crissy's tits.  About half a dozen other guys gathered around to watch this helpless girl get checked for drugs. Carlos let his hands slide down over her butt squeezing the firmness of her ass. "Please don't touch me down there... please... please," she begged. The frightened young wife looked out at the leering faces of the men gathered around to watch her humiliation.  "Please don't let them watch me... please... "You should have thought of that before you brought drugs to the concert, Crissy Miller," Carlos taunted.  "You want to finish this without me touching you down there or letting the guys see all of you?" "Yes.. yes... please.. anything.... "OK Crissy Miller... you win... but ya have to do exactly what I say.. understand?"  "Yes... please don't hurt me.." "Slip out of your bra so you can show me your bare tits." "Right here in front of everyone?" she questioned.  "OK.. deals off... "NO.. no... please I'll do it... I'm sorry."  The young wife unbuttoned the front of her dress and wiggled around until she is able to pull the bra free from beneath her dress. Holding her dress closed, she handed her white bra to Carlos. The men pressed closer hoping to catch a glimpse of a nipple. "Now Crissy, hold the neck of your dress out so I can look down there and see if you have any drugs hidden there." The young bride slowly pulled her dress out away from her body letting the security guard see her naked tits.  "Boy oh boy look at those nipples... Mrs. Miller... You want me to play with em a little don't you honey.. "Yes" the sobbing wife lied. Carlos grinned at his friends as he reached down her dress front and pinched and rolled her tender nipples to hardness under her dress. "You like that... don't ya honey... I can tell you like to let guys play with your hard little nipples."  "You ready to show me your cute little pussy Crissy Miller?" he teased.  "Oh no please... not down there.. please" "That was our little bargain wasn't it honey." "What color pussy hair do you have Crissy?" he hissed.  "Kinda red" she whispered hating him for asking such intimate questions.  "Lets just get a little peek at it without letting any of these nasty guys see your little pussy. "You promised not to touch me.. you promised".... the young wife pleaded.  Kneeling in front of her, Carlos ordered her to pull her crotch band aside and let him check for drugs under her short dress. Taking a deep breath, the young bride slowly hooked a finger under the legband and pulled her lace panties to the side being careful that her skirt kept her hidden from the eyes of the other men. "You were right Crissy, it is kinda red after all," the guard teased. "I gotta look inside Crissy... you know.. to see if your hiding any drugs," he teased grinning at his friends. "You pull your cute little pussy open wide for me so I can shine my flashlight inside." The young wife felt totally debased as she used both hands to spread her pussy lips while Carlos leisurely looked around inside with his flashlight.  "You got the pinkest little pussy I ever saw... bet you like your hubby to play with your little clit and make it all big and hard.. don't he Crissy." Carlos couldn't believe he had bullied such a beautiful girl into pulling her pussy open for him to see. This was a lot more fun than working at the butcher shop back home at his regular job. He wanted to see just how far he could push this little housewife. "I need to just get a quick feel and slip a finger inside for a moment..." he said as the tip of his index finger made contact with Crissy's clit.  She screamed out and pulled away running away from these awful men. She just couldn't let this security creep touch her most private parts with his dirty fingers. The terrified young wife just had to find her husband. It didn't take long for the other two security police to catch Crissy, snap handcuffs to her slim wrists behind her back and march her back down the road toward the waiting Carlos.  Strip Search 3/3  Carlos was really pissed that she ran just when he was going to enjoy fingering her hot little pussy. "You shouldn't run baby... that makes you guilty of trying to evade an officer and puts you in deep shit." "Take her, with the other two, and shackle them in the van so we can take them to the security barn and process them for the sheriff." Crissy was crying as the two guards dragged her into the twenty seat van, roughly pushed her down in a torn up seat and attached ankle shackles to a ring welded to the floor of the van.  Her short dress had pulled up around her waist, and with her hands still cuffed behind her, she was unable to hide her exposed panties from the other three prisoners sitting across the isle from her. And without her bra on, the young wife's firm breasts looked mighty good as they swayed under the thin white fabric. The drunk biker sitting just across from Crissy pulled out his big cock and pointing the ugly purple head at the startled bride and ask her if she would like to bend over his way and suck his dick. The young wife turned away in shock and disgust at the lewd display trying to ignore his nasty remarks.  When they arrived at the converted barn, all the prisoners were marched into a large holding room to await further instructions. There must have been twenty or thirty men prisoners sitting on hard benches waiting for their name to be called. As Crissy looked around the room, she noticed that she was the only female in the middle of all these dirty smelly men.  Some were still handcuffed but many were free to move about the room. It didn't take long for a crowd to gather around her to get a closer look and ask her why she was in trouble.  She soon realized that with her own hands cuffed behind her back, she would be helpless to keep a stray hand from taking advantage of her situation. She yelled to the security guard sitting at the desk as several hands brushed her tits and stroked her bare thighs. He smiled and let the groping continue until the young woman was twisting and squirming trying to dislodge the roaming hands. "All right you guys.... leave the little lady alone," he barked with authority.  Every few minutes, a name would be called and two security police would escort a prisoner through a large archway into an adjoining room filled with desks. From where Crissy was sitting, she could clearly watch as each man was told to strip naked. Two guards with rubber gloves would then bend him over the desk and check his privates. The young wife was horrified to think that this was taking place right out in the open where anyone could watch. Never in her short life had she seen so many naked men that didn't seem to care if she saw their big ugly penises.  She noticed Carlos and his two friends sitting at a table laughing with several other guards as they all kept glancing at her with looks of anticipation. Leroy and Dave were taken in and processed as she heard "Crissy Miller" yelled out from the next room. Two big guards ushered her into the room to stand in front of a large desk. The fat older man was dressed in a deputy's uniform with a badge and a large gun on his belt.  Crissy noticed, as he looked through some papers, he had carelessly spilled food down the front of his shirt.  Without smiling his eyes traveled up and down her body as he ask her what she had to say for herself. "Please..." Crissy began, "I didn't do anything... my husband can explain everything so this all is just a big mistake," she said with pleading eyes. "That's for the judge to decide... but you young people now a days don't have no respect for law and order," he snapped.  "Well Crissy, you might just as well shuck outta them clothes," he ordered. "What" the young wife gasp, "surely not in front of everyone... don't you have someplace more private... please not in front of all these men!" she pleaded. "We ain't much on privacy around here little lady....  besides I don't get the chance to train the boys the proper technique of a strip searching a lady very often... and show them exactly the procedure." the deputy explained as he walked around and sat on the edge of the desk.  "Couldn't you just feel through my dress this time," the pleading young wife suggested trying to think of something that would satisfy the grinning deputy. "Well come over here and let's give it a try honey," the deputy said as he winked at his assistant. Crissy stood still with her eyes closed as the deputy slowly ran his big hands over her full breasts cupping them to test their weight. He let his finger tips make small circles over her hardening nipples as he told her how good her hooters felt.  Bending down, he lifted her short little dress up and turned her around in circles making a close up inspection of her panties. The grinning deputy rubbed her ass through her panties and slowly ran the back of his hand gently back and forth over her silk covered mound. Crissy tried to block out the thought of what this fat deputy was doing to her and the snickering from the other security men watching. If she could just let him feel her this way she wouldn't have to take her clothes off in front of these awful men.  "Sorry sweetheart, this just ain't going to work for us... " the smiling deputy barked after he had finished playing with her. "But you promised..." she objected. "The only promise I'm going to make is that if you don't get outta them clothes in one minute, I'll have the boys rip em off till your bare ass naked." The trapped young wife glanced around the room at the group of men with black security police T shirts watching them lick their lips in anticipation. She felt someone unlock her cuffs leaving red marks on her wrists. The young bride knew she had no choice but to obey the grinning deputy.  Her slim fingers slowly opened the buttons on her dress and she slipped it off her smooth shoulders and let it drop to the floor. The embarrassed bride stood in a room full of strange men wearing only her panties with crossed arms over her breasts. "Hands on yer head," he shouted. Every cock in the room was hard from watching this innocent young wife step out of her dress and raise her hands to the top of her head. The pose made her full tits stand at attention and Crissy's hard nipples stood out smartly. You could hear a few low whistles from the men as the deputy walked up behind her and reached around cupping her swaying tits. He proceeded to bounce and jiggle them up and down all the while giving instructions to the guards on how to examine her tits for contraband.  He invited each man to take his turn making sure not to miss out on the fun. The game continued until each man had played with the trembling wife's soft tits. The modest young wife stood obediently with hands on her head while each grinning guard went through the process of inspecting her aching breasts and rolling her nipples between their greasy fingers. Each guy would try to out do the one before by pinching her sore nipples and making her tits bob up and down by jerking upward on Crissy's now raw nipples.  The deputy cleared some papers from his desk and instructed two of the guards to help the young wife to assume the knee chest position on his desk. They lifted her placing her knees wide apart on the edge of the desk and pushed her chest down flat on the surface. This left Crissy's panty covered ass sticking high in the air pointing directly at the men in the room. Someone turned on the bright ceiling lights so as not to miss any detail of the obscene pose held by the young bride. With her face mashed against the desk top, she could see the men close in to get a better look at what they had been waiting to see.  Crissy's worst fears materialized as she looked beyond the guards and saw a small group of prisoners watching from the open doorway. How could the deputy let the other prisoners watch her humiliating ordeal? Were they going to invite every strange man at the concert and let them all see her private parts, she thought sarcastically to herself. The deputy made a phone call and was clearly enjoying making her hold such a degrading position while he talked with a friend about going hunting next fall. She was sure the dark shadow between her ass cheeks showed plainly through her thin silk panties as well as a few wisps of dark red hair peeking from her upturned crotch.  The deputy finished his call and walked around standing next to Crissy's ass. "We might as well see the main event sweetheart," the deputy laughed as he ordered the young wife to pull her panties down. "Oh please... don't make do such a horrible thing with everyone watching.. please..." Crissy pleaded. With a loud smack, the impatient deputy gave the crying wife a sharp swat across her panty covered butt threatening to take off his belt if she didn't do what he told her to do immediately. Reaching back with shaking hands, the beautiful young wife slowly pealed her panties over her upturned ass and downward to her bent knees.  A hush settled over the room as every man studied the young bride's smooth almost hairless pussy lips. Her shinny little clit remained hidden in the puffy folds of her flawless pussy. Crissy's small little puckered brown asshole pointed outward to the staring men. The reddening handprint from the deputy's slap made a sharp contrast to the young wife's milky white asscheeks. Crissy's panties were stretched to their limits between her knees to form a sexy looking framework to the kneeling bride's upturned naked crotch. Crissy could hear the prisoners at the doorway hooting and shouting encouragement to the deputy as they enjoyed their unexpected good fortune. The young wife was mortified knowing the obscene pose she was giving the all the strange men in the room.  "It looks like you keep everything trimmed up real nice for your hubby," the deputy teased as he inspected her up close taking s few sniffs up and down her naked sex. The deputy stroked her smooth asscheeks while he told her to slip her panties the rest of the way off for the guys. The young wife slowly lifted each knee as she reached down and slipped them off onto the floor. "Now be a good girl and spread your knees wide apart so we can get a better look at that cute little pussy of yours," ordered the deputy as he helped push her knees wide. "You got one sweet lookin pussy Mrs. Miller," he teased, "but the law says the boys need to see way up inside." "Just reach back with both hands and pull your ass wide apart and show the guys how pink your cute little c*nt is," the deputy ordered.  Slowly the sobbing wife grasp an asscheek in each hand and pulled herself wide open for the horny men removing the last trace of modesty she might have preserved. "Oh yah..... that's much better... isn't it guys".. the grinning deputy smirked as he joined his buddies making nasty comments to the humiliated wife. "Carlos tells me he thinks you been hidein drugs up your sn*tch.... in that true honey?" "Nooo ... please... I would never use drugs," she cried. "Well thats not the way I done heard it... Shorty get yur camera a take a few good shots of her sn*tch so we can show the evidence to the judge."  Crissy couldn't believe her ears as she watched a short little slob take a camera from the desk drawer and stumble as he rushed right over behind her. The horrified wife had to hold the obscene pose while the dirty little man got right between her legs for a close up picture. "Open up wide and say cheese," Shorty joked as the flashes filled the room. During the pictures, the deputy ask her if she played with herself when her husband was gone. "No... never," she cried. "You ever get fucked up the ass, Crissy?" the grinning deputy teased. "No... no please don't say such things ...."  "Let's see what you got hiding up your tight c*nt, Mrs. Miller," he hissed as the deputy slowly ran his finger tips up and down the young wife's open pussy lips. Crissy couldn't help but moan and wiggle her ass as the fat deputy lightly tickled the full length of her open slit with his dirty finger tips. The young wife took short gasps as he slipped his fat middle finger in and out of her moistening pussy. While he continued to slowly finger fuck her, he let the thumb on his other hand flick across Crissy's hard little clit making her jump and give out a little squeal. The gasping young bride couldn't fight the wave of pleasure she felt from the deputy's experienced fingers.  "Why Mrs. Miller... I do think you are getting all wet for the boys....." the grinning deputy teased. The young wife's juices glistened on the dirty fingers of the deputy as he brought her to a shuddering climax much to the enjoyment of the watching men. The young bride really bucked and squealed when the deputy tickled her puckered little asshole and forced the tip of his finger inside with a pop. "See what you been missing sweetheart... you like to have men stick things up your cute little asshole.. don't you!"  What seemed like an eternity, Crissy had to remain kneeling on the desk and let all the guards finger her sopping pussy and stick their fingers in her virgin asshole. She looked up to see her husband's friends Bart, Leroy and Dave taking their turns at her exposed genitals. Bart was laughing with the deputy as he flicked her enlarged clit with his finger to watch her jump. The young wife felt her enflamed pussylips being sucked into someone's mouth. She turned her head to see her husbands boss Bart's face buried in her open crotch. His short whiskers sc****d along her open pussy as he sucked her enflamed clit and tongued her puckered asshole. The resisting wife couldn't help but let out short squeals and shuddered in an explosive orgasm. Where was her husband? Why wasn't he there to take her away from all these strange men?

Showing Myself by IndianaWoman Showing Myself Ch. 13 We make my movie, and I become even closer to Monika. Ok, in this chapter I am in the past again, and I think I was becoming a little more outspoken and brave. I was very devoted to Rolf and my dear friends Monika and Martin, and also trusted my other friends at the theaters, Renate and Andrea. But rather than being shy, I was trying to become their equals, even though they were so much more experienced than me. And, the thrill of being looked at was something I couldn't get enough of. It doesn't always have to be fully sexual like I did in the theaters. Even today, sometimes I'll wear a loose fitting blouse with a bra that barely comes up past my nipples, and if I'm in a place like a park or on a patio, and some poor unsuspecting guy is sitting there, I'll find a reason to lean over in front of him, like dropping my lipstick or adjusting my shoe. Even something as mild as that is enough to give myself pleasure when I get home. So, here we go! Finally, the day arrived when I would be making my movie at Monika's house. And then, I'd still have several more days to wait until it was developed. People today are used to instant gratification, but back then these things took time! I had been thinking of what I should wear for days, and decided that I would look like a young professional woman coming home after work. I was wearing thigh high stockings and a matching sexy bra and panties set, with a tight blouse and a nice skirt. I had practiced my routine several times, and it fit perfectly in the allotted time. Being a porn star is a lot of work! I finally arrived at their house and walked in, and of course I was greeted with a hug from Monika. "So you are ready to make your movie?" "Yes! And Monika, do you think I'm crazy?? I wonder why I want to do it so much, and then I'll think it's silly, and then I imagine people looking at me on the screen and it makes me so wet!" "No, not crazy. I want to see you on the screen too. Maybe we can make a move together sometime?" "Oh Monika, that is very tempting. But people wouldn't even notice me!" "Now you really are silly. You don't know how beautiful you are!" "Whatever Monika, but maybe we really can make a movie together. I'm sure Martin would like that." Just then, Martin walked into the living room with a bottle of wine and we sat down and chatted. "So, can you explain what you would like the movie to be?" I explained that I would look like a young professional that came home from work, and I would first kick off my shoes and sit on the bed. I'd pick up my picture of Rolf and look at it, and then start massaging my breasts. Then I would stand up and remove my blouse and skirt, and lay back on the bed in my stockings, panties and bra. I'd hold the picture in one hand and pull my panties to the side and start rubbing myself. After a couple minutes of that, I would take off my bra and panties and lean the picture against the lamp and look at it while my hands roam all over my body and pussy. Towards the end, I reach into the nightstand and take out my vibrator and make myself cum. I've done this several times, and the timing is perfect. Does that sound ok?" Monika spoke first, and said, "Yes, but you should look at a picture of me instead." I laughed and said, "Ok Monika, I'll do that. That's what I do at home sometimes anyway", and I winked at her. Martin spoke next and asked, "So, you think you have practiced enough? We don't need a rehearsal? We just do it?" "Yes, I've practiced enough. Let's do it." "Ok, I'll ask you to stand by the bed and then lay on the bed so I can check the lighting, and then we'll start." We went to their bedroom, and he really did have a very nice setup. The camera was on a tripod, and he had a couple of lights set up that he adjusted to his liking. Soon we were ready, and he also explained that there is no sound with this movie, so he will give me suggestions if he needs to, like if my hair is in my face or something like that, but that I shouldn't react to his voice. Next he said, "Start!" and the film started rolling. I went through the steps as I described, and soon I was on my back with my legs open and my panties pulled to the side. At this point he gave me a suggestion and said my hand was covering my pussy and I should just use the tips of my fingers on my clitoris so everyone could see how wet I was. After that, I made sure to keep my hand out of the way. The minutes ticked by and I was completely naked by now, and soon I reached into the drawer and took out the vibrator. I teased my nipples with one hand and rested the vibrator on my pussy. Martin said "One minute left!", and since I definitely didn't want to fake an orgasm on my first movie, I drew it up and down through the folds of my pussy and over my clitoris until I started convulsing. I stretched my body out with my knees spread and a smile on my face, and Martin used a little filter thing to make it look like the movie faded away. "Jennifer, that was perfect! I am very impressed! And you were right, the timing was also perfect!" "Thank you! I really did work on it! Monika, did you like it? I think it really helped looking at your picture!" She put her arms around me and said she would be watching the movie every day, and that they would make a movie of her for me if I wanted one. (A quick note: Yes, I still have both movies and that will be part of what the next chapter is about, ok?) Martin put the film back in the container, and said it will be ready in about a week. I asked if the people developing the films look at them. "They say they don't, but I am sure the do sometimes. But they would not copy them or something like that. They would soon go out of business." Wow, the thought that some stranger would be looking at images of me masturbating on a bed got me excited again! Monika removed her clothes and brought each of us a glass of wine and climbed onto the bed with me. "Jennifer, that was so exciting to watch you. Martin is also very excited." I looked at Martin and his cock was very hard in anticipation of their lovemaking and of me watching. What a very unusual relationship! He climbed into bed with us, and we chatted and sipped our wine while Monika held his cock in her hand. I even placed my hand on her thigh, and she smiled in appreciation. So sweet! But, the excitement got too much, and Martin then moved above Monika and let his cock slip inside her. She was so wet and ready for him, and she just groaned. I moved my hand over her stomach, which made her squirm, and I watched Martin's cock slide deep inside her. I love how lovemaking varies so much depending on the mood and excitement, and this time they got right into it, all because they watched me! My hand was back between my legs of course, and Monika had by now moved above over me while Martin took her from behind. I wasn't holding back either, and my fingers were drenched from seeing Monika's breasts hanging down above my face, and the intense look of desire in her eyes. Then, I had another idea from something I saw in a movie. I whispered, "Monika, can we try something?" She looked at me quizzingly and nodded. "I saw this in a movie once. I want Martin to cum in you, and then I want you to move above me so I can watch his cum drip out and fall onto my face and lips. Is that terrible of me? I just feel so close to both of you right now." She smiled and said, "Not terrible", and she must have told Martin what I said. Martin responded by increasing his thrusts inside her, and Monika's breathing responded in kind. Soon, Martin was obviously cumming hard and he held his cock deep inside her. After he stopped cumming, he let his cock slide out, and Monika moved above me. I thought his cum would just drip, but I was immediately greeted with a stream that coated my lips and chin. Monika moved her fingers to her clitoris and started rubbing, and I saw the cum continue to seep out. So, this is what I will look like when Rolf cums in me, I thought? Her pussy lips were swollen from excitement, and it wasn't long before she was enjoying her own orgasm. She ran her fingers through her pussy one more time and placed them on my lips so I could savor the taste of them both. I had never been so aggressive in what I wanted before, and I think it was from the excitement of making the movie. It was like I was a porn star for the night! We all cuddled up in the bed and talked and caressed each other, and then I thought of something that I just had to ask. "Why do you like me?" "What do you mean? Why do you ask that?" "I mean, there are so many other sexy women and couples you could play with. I am nothing compared to them. Why do you like me?" Martin responded, "Jennifer, it is complicated. We both think you are very attractive, even if you don't think so yourself. You become more lovely every day. And, you are so polite and very nice to Monika, and she likes it that you even brought us to meet your family. Yes, we have a sexual relationship, but you are also a good friend. And, you are much more mature than your twenty years. And, we like it that you aren't afraid to say what you want, like you did tonight." I must have blushed, because then he said, "Jennifer, it is ok. That was very exciting. If Rolf joins our bed someday, perhaps you can return the favor to Monika, ok?" I couldn't imagine my life without them. I'd just be another boring schoolgirl, masturbating her life away. But with them, I learned about fashion, food, wine, and how you can be classy and sexy at the same time! We drifted off to sleep, and later the next morning Martin snuck out of bed early because he had to go to work, leaving us behind. We woke at about the same time and talked. "Next week Rolf and I are going to have sex for the first time. I wish it could be more spontaneous, but it's better than risking getting pregnant." "You will both have a lot of fun, I am sure. You really like him, don't you." "Oh yes! And he loves me too! He tolerates my craziness, and he doesn't mind that I spend nights here, although I don't tell him everything that we do. And that's why I wanted to surprise him with the movie. He always says all the men are so jealous of him, and then he will be able to see me on the movie screen and know that I am all his. But Monika, I wanted to surprise him with one more thing. We are going to meet later, and I wanted you to do something." "I will try, what do you wish?" "Well, it's embarrassing, but when Rolf and I were in the theater last time and watching the movie, there was a scene where the woman was completely shaved, you know, down there. I was holding Rolf of course, and I swear he became even harder when he saw her. Could you do that to me? Maybe he'd like it." "Yes, I can help you, but you must know that it will be terrible itchy after a few days, and you might always have to shave it every day. Are you sure?" "Oh, it will be ok, I don't have much hair anyway, and it is so fine. It won't itch." "Ok, if you think so. I will help you." We went to the master bath, and she said she would shave me first, and then we would shower. I sat in a chair and she brought over a bowl of warm water, oil, scissors, and shaving cream and the razor. "I will first cut as much as possible with the scissors, then then rub it with oil to make it moist, and then will shave you, ok?" God, I got wet just from her explaining it. She had such power over me! I leaned back and opened my legs, and she went to work. I knew she was enjoying it just as much as I was, and she took her time. She massaged the whole region with oil after finishing with the scissors, and then applied very warm shaving cream. She carefully shaved me, and when she was done I looked just like the girl in the movie. "See, I was very careful. It is very difficult to do yourself, especially the first time, so I should always do it for you." I'm sure she wouldn't mind that at all! But I was just doing it this once, just for fun. We hopped in the shower, and probably spent a half hour there enjoying the hot water cascading down our bodies while we washed each other. I felt so pampered! I was meeting Rolf around noon, and was planning a couple of surprises. You remember when I mentioned playing at the peepshow in earlier stories? First we would go there so he could be one of the customers watching me. Then we would go to Renate's theater and we would act out like he just met me for the first time. More people knew us at Andrea's theater, so it wouldn't work there. I met him and explained what our afternoon would be like, and then we would go out for drinks and music afterwards, and he thought it was a great idea. He still didn't know I was shaven. We walked to the peepshow, and I told him we would go in separately, and he could pretend he doesn't know me. I also told him my stage name was Goldie, which I thought was really stupid, but they gave it to me because of my blonde hair, so he should wait until they announce me. I walked up to the man running it, and he knew me quite well by now, and I told him I wanted to play for a session. He always liked that, because he could announce there were two girls at once, which made more guys drop coins. And, the other girl liked it too because I didn't want any money and just did it for fun. I went to the back and stripped off my clothes, and one of the girls gave me a pair of high heels. They noticed I was shaven (remember, that wasn't popular at all back then), and they said the men would love it. I didn't care about that, and just wanted Rolf to like it. In a few minutes, I heard him announce the next girl, and heard my name along with hers. What I didn't know, since he was talking in German, was that he also announced that I was a "Sweet blonde, freshly shaved just for them!" We went in, and all of the curtains dropped down immediately. I thought to myself, "It really must be busy today", not knowing it was because they announced that I had a shaved pussy. Men, I swear! I looked around for Rolf and strode up to his window and mouthed the words, "You like it?" He nodded his head and I could see him pull out his cock, which was already hard. The other girl and I sat down next to each other with our legs open, and gave the men a show as we rotated around. All of the men's eyes were glued to me, and I wanted to touch myself so bad! But that wasn't allowed there, so we just rubbed our hands over our bodies and teased the guys. After rotating a couple of times, we went to the next phase of the routine where we stood and moved to each window one by one. Each guy just stared at me in awe, and I could see that they were stroking their cocks hard. I made it over to Rolf, and he was stroking very slowly, and I knew we was holding back for me. Finally our time was up, and we exited the stage for the next girl. I thanked everyone for letting me join them, and also said thank you to the guy who ran the place, and left. Rolf was waiting for me up the street and I ran up to him and asked, "Were you surprised? I did it for you!" "Yes, I didn't expect that. You looked very sexy." "Thank you! What about the other girl that was on stage with me? Did you like her? I saw her stand in front of your window." "She is not so sexy as you. No one is." Good answer! I grabbed his hand and dragged him up the street, whispering, "You know, you got to stand there with your cock in your hand, but I couldn't even touch myself! We have to go to the theater right now!" On the way I explained that I would go in first, and he should come in about ten minutes later. When he came in, he should pretend he didn't know me, and just go along with what I was doing. I walked in and said hi to Renate, and she was glad to see me as always. I rushed upstairs and went straight to the ladies room and stored away my jeans and blouse, and went back outside in just my bra and panties (read the first three stories to understand what my motivation was). I walked down to the front row and took a seat. I casually rubbed myself through my panties, and could feel my smoothness. Slowly the men in the theater moved to the front and looked at me. I smiled and told them they could come a little closer and watch, but no touching. There are always a couple of guys who speak English, and they translated for me. Now there were six guys standing in a half circle in front of me either with their cocks out or rubbing themselves through their pants, and I was just rubbing my body and slowing pulling my bra cups down to expose my nipples. Finally the door opened again, and Rolf stepped in. He stood with the others and I smiled. "Well, you are quite handsome. Do you speak English?" "Yes, a little." "I didn't expect to see someone like you here. Come a little closer." He stepped forward, and I said, "Would you like me to take off my bra?" "Yes, that would be nice." God Rolf, don't be such a robot, I thought to myself. "Ok, I'll take off my bra, but only if you pull out your cock and show me that I excite you." Rolf smiled and pulled out his cock and slowly started stroking. I looked around and said, "I can't imagine how a boring girl like me can get so much attention, but I agreed to take off my bra, so here we go." I reached around and unsnapped it, and it dropped to my lap. The pace of the stroking picked up speed on some of the guys, and I knew they liked what they saw even if I wasn't Monika. I looked at Rolf again, and told him I'm getting really excited watching him, and I showed him how wet my panties were getting. "Would you like me to take my panties off?" Rolf nodded, and continued stroking. "Ok, but come a little closer so you get a good look." He stepped forward, and I lifted myself up and pushed my panties down my legs and let them hang from one of my toes. I stretched my leg out and said to Rolf, "Here, I want you to wrap them around your cock while you masturbate. Do you mind?" He took them, and now I was completely naked while watching my wonderful boyfriend standing there stroking his cock with my panties. The other men had moved a little closer, but were still obeying the limits. I opened my legs and everyone was staring at my shaved pussy, which accentuated my swollen lips. I slid my fingers along myself, and I was absolutely drenched! "God, you are making me so wet! Come even closer, stand right in front of me!" Rolf stepped forward, and his hand was rapidly moving back and forth. "Do you like that I'm shaved? I never did that before, so I had a girlfriend help me this morning. She's the only person to ever touch me there and said she'd help me anytime. After that we took a shower together, not that I needed a shower to get wet. You can probably guess that we got pretty excited and spent quite a while in there together." Rolf knew Monika and Martin, so he didn't mind at all. "Yes, I like it, it shows how excited you are." Well, at least it was more than two words, but I saw I had to really take the lead. "Why do you find me attractive? I'm not like the girls in the movies, with fancy clothes and hairstyles and huge boobs." "Uh, your skin looks so soft and smooth, your eyes and the way you smile are beautiful. Your body is very sexy and your boobs are very nice. You are perfect." The men nodded among themselves and all agreed with Rolf, and somehow that made me so hot that they were looking at me with such detail. "Well, thank you, that was very nice. Ok, I don't know your name, so I'll call you Thomas. So, Thomas, I've never done this before, and usually I just sit here by myself and watch the movie and masturbate because I don't have a boyfriend, but since you seem so nice and are so handsome, it would be ok if you cum on me when you're ready. I never touched cum before. Maybe I'll like it? I'll rub myself at the same time?" Rolf nodded and stood so that his cock was right above me. I wanted to lean forward so much and just take his cock in my mouth, but that would ruin the roleplay, so I just leaned back and we continued pleasuring ourselves. I knew he was getting close, so I said, "I really want you to cum on me down there where I shaved. I've seen it in the movies and I really want to feel it." As though we were working from a script, he shot a stream of cum that landed directly on my pussy. I came at the same time, and I used one hand to rub the cum on myself while the other rubbed my clit vigorously. This was too much for most of the men, and I saw that several of them were either cumming, or had just cum and it was dripping from their cocks. This was one of my best visits ever, and I was so happy that Rolf was such a good sport about it! I reached forward and took my panties back, and said, "Well, Thomas, that was quite a show! I'll tell my girlfriends all about you! Oh, I'll need those, and it's going to feel amazing wearing them and knowing they were wrapped around your cock, and I'll probably have to masturbate again when I get home. And I promise, if I ever buy a sex toy, I will name it Thomas." Jeez, I sounded so terribly dorky trying to come up with some impromptu porn dialog! It was much harder than just speaking from the heart, but I needed it to continue to sound like I didn't know him to fulfil the fantasy. I stood and held my bra and panties and fidgeted with them, taking my time as I felt the men stare at me, just as I had done years later with Kari in the dressing room. Finally I walked to the back of the theater to get the rest of my clothes. Rolf left immediately, and I dressed and went outside to find him. "Rolf, wasn't that fun!? We have to do that again. Next time, we change places and you're the one who goes in first and then I'll come in. I bet I can surprise you!" Oh, we always had such fun! After that we went to a music club and relaxed for the evening, and then I went home and replayed the who thing through my mind again as I laid in bed. Three days later I met Rolf downtown around noon, and just as everyone told me would happen, I was itching terribly. "God Rolf, I can't stand it! I'm squirming all the time and people will think I'm a pervert if I keep scratching down there!" "Your hands are always rubbing there, so no one will think it is unusual." "Very funny Rolf! I did this to surprise you, you know. Come on, we need to go in the store so I can get some oil or something, otherwise I won't be able to get through the day." We dashed in the department store and we picked up a bottle of baby oil. The woman at the checkout was older, and I asked if she spoke English, and she shook her head. "Oh, ok, I shaved my pussy and it's itching terribly, and I needed this oil. I hope it helps!", and then turned around and stuck out my tongue to Rolf. We left with the oil, and I told Rolf we would go to Andrea's theater, because I couldn't very well massage my pussy at a café. We went inside and Rolf talked to Andrea in German, and she looked at me and smiled. "Give me the oil, and I make it warm for you. Go inside and I bring it to you." Despite the fact that I love it when strangers stare at me, I'm always apprehensive around my own friends! I knew Andrea still had a crush on me, and I really liked her too and owed her so much, and now she was imagining Rolf rubbing oil on me. Rolf and I went inside and I quickly stripped off my clothes and threw them in the corner. There were several men in the theater, but I didn't care about them. "Feel me down there, see how prickly I am??" Rolf placed his hand between my legs and cupped my pussy so gently. God, I adored him so much! I immediately became wet, and I whispered to him that he was getting me excited. He got on his knees in front of me and I slid forward in my seat, and he teased my pussy with his tongue. I loved that, and my hands gripped the arms of the seat to keep myself from shivering. "Rolf, take your clothes off. I want to see you." Rolf stripped naked and I looked at his cock. "Next week we'll have real sex for the first time. I can't wait to feel you inside of me. I really hope you enjoy it too." "I will. You are the most amazing girl in the world." Rolf was quiet and polite, but he was also so romantic and gentle. Maybe we seem slutty in these stories, but he never was rough or rude or mean or anything like that, and I was very nice to him too. Just then the door opened and Andrea came in with the oil and a big towel. "We have some couples that like oil too, and I keep some towels for them. Here, lay down and relax yourself." As usual, we were sitting in the middle where there is a wide aisle, and she spread out the towel and handed the oil to Rolf. She stood there as I laid down and opened my legs so Rolf could apply the oil. She stared at my nearly smooth pussy, and didn't even try to be discrete. Finally she spoke, and said, "I will gently spread some oil on your body while Rolf does that. I will hear if someone comes in." I didn't protest, and she knelt beside me and Rolf handed her the oil. Before she put some in her hand, she stood again and pulled off her sweater and slid off her jeans. "I don't want to get oil on my clothing. Is this ok?" She was so sexy! Just like when I'm with Monika, she made me feel silly around her! And what must Rolf think? He probably can't wait to get a real woman like them! Her bra barely covered her breasts, and she had sexy black panties to match. (By the way, read one of my first stories to understand my relationship with Andrea.) "Yes, it's ok, we are friends now." Jeez, that's all I could think of to say? I'm as bad as Rolf! She smiled at me and knelt back down and dribbled some oil on my stomach. Rolf was gently rubbing the oil around my pussy where it itched, and it felt so much better! Andrea's hand massaged my stomach and my side, and then she spoke. "I must do your breasts too, but I will stop if you wish." I knew Monika would think it's ok, so I just said, "It's ok, I like massages", as though I had ever had a massage before. Her hands roamed my body and over my neck and face, and it was very sensual, but not overtly sexual. By now, several men had moved to seats that offered a better view, and I could see they had taken their cocks out. "Rolf, do my legs and thighs too. I want to feel your hands all over me." This must have looked exciting to the men- a girl getting massaged by her naked boyfriend and joined by a gorgeous woman in a bra and panties while they all watched. Soon Rolf and Andrea were kneeling on each side of me and I could feel their four hands sliding over me from head to toe. My pussy was drenched, partly from the oil but mostly from me. Andrea was enjoying it too, and I gasped when I saw one of her hands cupping her pussy while the other slid along the inside of my thigh right up to the edge of my pussy before stopping. She respected the limits, and knew I wanted Rolf to pleasure me. Soon I was on the edge, and I told Rolf to finish me off. He placed his hand on my clit and rubbed it in a circular motion exactly how I liked it, and soon I was convulsing on the floor in front of everyone. Andrea was smiling at me, and I told her I wouldn't mind at all if she continued pleasuring herself while I pleasured Rolf, and that he wouldn't mind watching her either. Without a word, she stood and slid her hand back inside her panties and smiled at me. Rolf stood in front of me as I knelt in front of him, and I grabbed the oil and dribbled it over his cock. We had never done that before, and he said it felt much different when my hand slid over his cock instead of just jerking on it. I dribbled more oil on it, and stroked faster. I had intended to suck his cock too, but I could tell Rolf was really enjoying this, especially with Andrea right there watching is and playing with herself. "Make sure Andrea cums first before you cum, ok? She has been so nice today." He nodded, and I kept stroking and applying more oil until it was dripping from his cock. I looked up at Andrea and she pushed her panties down a little bit so I could see her fingers move through her wetness just like I had seen her do during my first visit here. "Please cum for me Andrea, I want to see it. You are so sexy." Her hand picked up speed, and soon she became still and her body shivered. I placed my hand on her thigh and said, "Thank you, you look so beautiful." I turned my attention back to Rolf, and I told him to cum for me. I stroked his cock quickly, with my face just inches from the tip. There was something about the oil that was so erotic, and when he whispered that he was ready, I closed my mouth and let him start cumming. In moments, I had cum all over my face, and I looked up at him and smiled as I slowly pushed it into my mouth as I squeezed the last drops from his cock onto my tongue. That was becoming one of my favorite things to do, and I still love doing it to this day. The guys like it too! Andrea pulled her panties back up, and then we heard the bell ring that told her a new patron walked in, so she kissed me and grabbed her pants and sweater and rushed out into the lobby in just her underwear. I hope the next customer enjoyed the view! I looked around and there were still about eight guys watching us, and I asked Rolf if he could cum again. He was practically a cum machine anyway since he was so young, so of course he said yes. I told him I wanted to lay on the towel and masturbate while he stood over me and did the same, and I turned to the men and said they could come closer and watch if they want. (Ok, now I have a question for the men here. If your wife told you she wanted to lay on the floor and masturbate while you stood over her and stroked your cock, would you do it? Or would you feel less masculine? I love it, because in a way I am vulnerable, but in a way I am in control because he has to do all the work himself, and just looking at me is exciting. And then I get rewarded when his cum rains down on me! So fun! Am I the only one to do that?) Anyway, in the middle of the theater, if someone walked in they would see Rolf standing over me while several men stood nearby with their cocks out. I loved that their eyes were on my glistening body, and I'm sure they were jealous of Rolf. My legs were spread open and my fingers were matching his strokes, and I told him to just let go anytime. Soon his hand started moving faster and then he went still, and his cock erupted once more and his cum splattered over my body. My fingers did their work, and I soon followed closely behind him. He dropped down beside me and I cuddled up close to him. I loved it that we didn't think that cum was icky or anything like that, and he just pressed his body against mine. After a few minutes, we got dressed and headed to a little café for coffee and cake. "Wow Rolf, that was amazing. I'm still a little itchy, but the oil really helped. I don't think I'll be shaving anytime soon again!" "That's ok, you are beautiful both ways, and I still have the memory." He was always so nice! So then we discussed the upcoming weekend when we could finally have sex. "So, how do we do this? You can't just come to my house and walk into my bedroom and hop in bed, so it will have to be at one of the theaters. Maybe the small one at Andrea's? That one has kind of a little sofa in the front, and maybe we can use that?" I knew my movie would be ready by then, and I wanted to use that theater because Andrea always used short clips, and I could surprise Rolf. Just the thought of him being inside me while I'm being shown on the movie screen drove me crazy. "That is ok with me. No matter what, I want to be with you." "Tell me what you want to do. Do you want to cum inside me, or do you want to pull it out and cum on me? Do you want to be on top of me? I'll do anything to excite you and make you happy." "Let's just see what happens. Maybe you discover you want something right at that moment." "Ok, I'm just a planner I guess, but we'll just be our crazy selves. I love you so much Rolf!" We each headed our separate ways, and on the way home I stopped at a phone booth and called Monika and Martin. "Martin, is the movie ready??" "Yes, how do you wish to proceed?" "Can you take it down to Andrea's theater and tell her to add it to her small theater movies on Saturday? I'm going there with Rolf then. Maybe you would like to be there too?" I had never done anything sexual with Rolf in the presence of Monika and Martin, but maybe this would be a good time. I always loved the way that Monika looked at me when I was excited and masturbating, so she would like me this way too. "If you don't mind that we are there, yes, I think Monika would like that. That is where we met, after all." "Ok, call me and tell me if it works. I can't wait!" I think I masturbated three times a day just thinking about Saturday coming up, and finally the day arrived. Rolf had met them before, and I told him they would be at the theater a little later, and that afterwards we would all go out for drinks and music. So, Martin dropped the film off for Andrea, and they planned to come in around eight, whereas Rolf and I went there at seven. Rolf and I arrived, and were met with a big smile from Andrea. We went straight to the little theater and went down to the front where the little sofa was. "Rolf, I can't even describe how much I want you right now. Let's just do it." We stripped off our clothes as the movies played. Like I said before, these were short clips, and usually there were four of them of about ten minutes each, and then they repeated. I had no idea when mine would come up. We threw our clothes in the corner and sat down, and the first thing I did was take his cock in my mouth and get him warmed up. I would stroke it a few times, and then go way down on it and then slide my lips back out over it. I just couldn't take it anymore, and swung my leg over him and straddled him, and let myself slide down on his cock, feeling him inside me for the first time! I know a lot of women say it hurt or was uncomfortable the first time, but I think that's because they really didn't like or trust the guy. I can't even describe the desire I had for Rolf, and I took him easily. This was new for me too, and I hadn't experienced the theaters this way before. In this position, I was facing the men scattered in the theater, and could see the dust in the air in the beam coming from the projector. The men were looking at me, and I stared each one of them in the eye and gave silent permission for them to take out their cocks. I started moving myself up and down, and Rolf teased one of my nipples with his lips. "My God Rolf, this is amazing. Do you like it? I think I want you to cum inside me just like this when you are ready. I can really feel you." Sometimes I leaned forward and pushed my breast into his mouth, and sometimes I leaned back and teased my own nipples. Rolf's hands were holding my hips and guiding me down over his cock so he could feel me as intensely as possible. Finally, I couldn't wait anymore and I had to tell him about the movie that would be coming up. "Rolf, I have another surprise. I don't know exactly when, but one of the film clips will be me. Monika and Martin helped me make it, and I did it for you. Well, I did it for me too, but I haven't even seen it yet and we will see it together for the first time. Just then, I felt a little uncertainty. What if he responded the opposite of what I expected and thought I was horrible? I had never thought about that! But he didn't, and instead he gripped my hips even harder and kissed me and said I was the best girlfriend ever. I was his only girlfriend ever too, but I knew what he meant! The clip behind us ended, and I suspect that Andrea was in the projector booth and probably started my film next on purpose, because when I glanced back I saw the opening scene of Monika's bedroom. "Oh, here it is Rolf! I didn't even have to pretend when we made it, because I was thinking of you." Now I could see myself stride towards the bed and start getting undressed. I picked up a photo, and I was so glad that the camera didn't pick up a clear view of it! I'm not sure what Rolf would think if he saw me masturbating to Monika instead of him, although I think most men would think it was hot. Now I had undressed and was laying on the bed. I didn't realize it at the time, but Martin had been using the zoom and now I was looking at a closeup of my fingers pulling my panties to the side and you could even see my wetness! I was an honest to goodness porn star! "Rolf, do you like it?" "Yes, you are very sexy" "I would love it if we both came together when I cum in the movie. Can we do that?" "Yes, I am ready anytime." Rolf was looking up at the screen and I was bouncing up and down on him. My breasts were bouncing at the same rhythm, and I could see that the men liked it from the way their hands were stroking themselves. This is probably not how most women dream of their first time, but it works for me! I wasn't sure if any of the men noticed or suspected that I was the girl in the movie, but I hope they did. I kept glancing back, and now I was completely naked and I could tell the film was coming to an end. "About another minute Rolf, and I don't think I could wait longer anyway. You are driving me crazy." His strong hands held on tight, and he guided me so his cock rubbed against my clitoris. Soon he said he couldn't wait, and I started moaning and orgasming. I didn't know what to expect when he came, but when he did cum, I felt his cock pulse and I felt a little more slippery, which must have been because of his cum. When he stopped, I dropped myself down on him and said, "Keep your cock inside me, I want to feel it for a minute." He looked at me like I was the most beautiful girl in the world, and I wanted this to never end. But one problem with cumming inside me was that I didn't see his cum, so I was going to fix that tight now. I saw how it worked with Monika just a short while ago, so I lifted myself up slowly and held myself there while his cum seeped out of me down over his cock. I slid down on my knees and took his cock back in my mouth and seductively licked up every drop. (Another note: Can you imagine how my husband would ever leave me?? Grrrr, what a jerk. I hope his new girlfriend puts on gloves to give him a handjob.) We caught our breath and I said we can relax and wait for Monika and Martin. "Should we dress first?" "No, we are fine. We're all here for the same thing. Besides, you'll get to see Monika naked, and you'll probably forget all about me." "No I won't. I won't even notice her." "You are such a liar. It's ok, you can look and even get excited, because I get the reward." I sat there with my hand wrapped around Rolf's cock, which had grown hard again. Finally, the door opened and my dear friends came in. They squeezed next to us on the sofa, with Monika sitting next to me of course. She whispered, "Are you having fun? Have you seen the movie yet?" "Yes, we loved it! Martin, you are amazing! You did such a good job!" "Well, we will see in a few minutes for ourselves because Andrea will put it in again." Most of the men were still there, realizing that this was their lucky night, and they were all trying to pick up on our conversation. Finally Monika turned around and said something to them, and they smiled. "What did you say?" "I said that you are the girl in the next movie, and that you hoped they liked it." "Oh my God, I wondered if they recognized me. I hope you like it too." "I know I will", and just then the current film ended and I knew it would be starting up again. Although we had already seen it, Rolf was entranced by it and his cock became even harder. Monika took out Martin's cock, and she leaned over to me and said, "See, we are just the same." I hadn't given it a thought when a dozen strange men saw it, but I actually blushed when the closeup appeared again than showed my hand pulling my panties to the side. Monika smiled at me and whispered, "I wish that was my hand." After the clip ended, she and Martin whispered something to each other, and they stood and Martin unzipped her dress. Monika let it fall to the floor and she carefully folded it and set it to the side. I felt Rolf's cock flinch in my hand, and I leaned over and said, "I thought you wouldn't notice her", and smiled. She was always so sexy, and was wearing black garters and bra and no panties, just like the first time I saw her. She said something to Martin, and he moved over next to me and she straddled him and took his cock just like I had done to Rolf tonight! "Monika, that's how Rolf and I did it too! It was amazing!" God, I mush have sounded so naïve, as though I thought I had made up that position. "Then do it again, or do something else. I want to see you feel the same pleasure I feel." I looked at Rolf with a questioning look, and he knelt in front of me and helped me slide forward, and gently slid his cock inside me again. I gasped, because it felt different this time. The top side of his cock rubbed along the most sensitive part of me, and was more intense that when I was on top. I had a lot to learn! Monika and I were in the perfect position to observe each other. I was kind of facing her and she was facing me. The sofa was quite small, so her body was pressed against mine. She reached out and placed her hand on my shoulder, and I reached out and placed mine on her thigh. I has seen her and Martin have sex many times, but this was obviously the first time I could feel what she feels. I looked down at myself and could see Rolf's cock slide in and out. I liked how my pussy lips tried to follow his cock outwards and how his cock pushed them back inwards. Does that make sense? Then, I tried to squeeze his cock, and it made him groan. Good, now I had something else I could do for him. I was still so fascinated by Monika. I looked at her body and her nipples we exposed at the top of her bra. Her stomach was so flat and sexy, and I vowed to keep mine like that no matter what. She had dark hair around her pussy and I stared at it as she moved up and down on Martin, and I think she could read my mind. She smiled and said, "We look quite different down there. You still look nearly the same as when I shaved you. Is the itch nearly gone away?" Despite the fact that I was naked in a porn theater with Rolf's cock inside me and sitting beside my friends who were doing the same, I blushed when she said that because she warned me it would itch and I didn't believe her. "Yes, it is gone but I won't do that again! Rolf said he liked it but he likes me the way he met me the best!" She smiled again and let her hand slide down over my breast, and said, "I like you as I met you too. We are good girlfriends." I remembered back when I first met them, that I was so shy and wouldn't even let her put her hand around my waist even though she begged me, and now she was holding my breast while we were each having sex. I thought about the last time I was with them, and it's even kind of embarrassing for me to type it again, but I loved when I moved underneath her and felt his cum fall on my lips. I don't tell Rolf about everything we do, and I didn't tell him that, but right now I was so excited that I wanted to do it again. But I didn't know how he would react, and I really didn't want to lose him. Instead, I just said, "Rolf, I had no idea this would feel so wonderful. You are the best boyfriend ever! And I love you so much!" "I love you too Jennifer, and you are a wonderful girlfriend. I will do anything for you." At that point I realized that sex and romance did not have to be two different things. I don't think most people take it to the extreme that we did, but if you could have seen the look on Monika's face while she touched me and then hear Rolf's words, it just made the sex that much more intense. I'm sorry if this chapter didn't end in a huge orgasmic explosion, but like I always said, I just write what I remember was important at the time. We obviously finished the evening at the theater in a very good way, and then enjoyed drinks and music at a club like normal couples. I was so proud that someone like Monika would hold my hand while we walked on the street, while Martin and Rolf walked behind us and talked (women in Europe hold hands much more often). So, this is a good place to end, and the next chapter will be in the present and will involve Kyle helping me transfer this movie (and others) to a computer. And yes, Kari will be a big part, and there will be some nice times (not necessarily sexual) with the girls we met at the bistro. Bye Bye!

Steph's Story Ch. 01 byaussieboySA© Dad had told me that they were expecting to arrive home around 6.30pm. It was now just gone 6.15. We live on a sheep station (known as a Ranch in the US) in the outback of South Australia, a medium size property in these remote parts consisting of around 700 square kilometers, just on the northern edge of the Flinders Ranges. Mum and Dad had left two days earlier to collect my sister from boarding school having just finished her final year of school in Adelaide which is an eight hour drive away. I hadn't seen Steph for nearly a year now. I had also gone boarding school and finished the year before but had decided to go back packing through Europe with a couple of mates for nine months before heading off to Ag college just outside of Melbourne in Victoria next year. As a result I had missed Steph returning home for the holidays. I had also missed her eighteen birthday back in June.  My name's Josh and at nineteen, I am a year older than my sister. I'm around 6 foot tall, fairly well built from working around the property and tanned skin. I have sandy blonde hair (usually a bit messy) and blue/grey eyes. I was a late developer and have very little body hair, practically nonexistent on my chest and just a few hairs here and there on my legs. Given the remoteness of where we had grown up, Steph and I had always been close, there hadn't been any local kids to play with (our closest neighbor is an hour and half away). There are no local schools, and our primary school education was with the School of the Air. Last time I had seen Steph she was a tall and lanky, skinny and flat chested, she had always had a pretty, 'innocent' face, with a delightful smile, blue eyes and longish blonde hair. I was anxious to see how much she had grown up over the last year. The weather was damn hot for this time of year, mid December, it had been hovering around 40c for the last three days, although during February we can expect it to get up to 46c. Hot, dry and dusty. I was getting around the house in just my kaki farm shorts, as I did most days. I had made sure the drinks were well stocked in the fridge for their return and had put a lamb roast in the oven to slow cook (Steph's favorite). You have to understand that we are a pretty close family and with farm life we all pitch in to help. It's the way it is in these parts. I glanced out the window and could make a trail of dust on the horizon, this must be them (it couldn't really be anyone else, although we did employ a couple of people to work on the property but they had all gone away to their respective families for Christmas). Not bothering to put a shirt on I went outside into the heat to wait for them. Sure enough after a couple of minutes I could make out dads new Land Rover Discovery thundering down the dusty dirt road. He pulled up under the carport and before he had even turned of the engine, my sister Steph jumped out of the back seat. I was taken aback for just a moment as she raced over to give me a hug. I felt the coolness of her skin from the cars air-conditioning and the firmness of her breast as she embraced me, giving me a peck on the cheek, then she pulled away. "Oh my God, what happened to you?" I stammered, "You've grown up!" She stood in front of me with a big grin, then swung around "You like." she exclaimed with a giggle. She had grown another inch or so, a guess to about 5 foot 7 inches, her blonde hair was pulled back into her customary pony tail, her eyes bright a blue and her beautiful smile. She was just wearing a short cotton skirt and plain pink tank top. As I took her in, I realized her body had filled out, her legs were long and lean, smooth and nicely tanned, flat belly, tight butt and firm, well rounded breasts. "Wow, you look great." "Thanks, so do you, shit its hot, common lets get out of this heat." I helped dad with her bags and headed back to the coolness inside. "Can I get you a drink" I shouted down the hallway to her bedroom where she had headed to unpack. "Sure, what have we got?" "Beer, wine, bourbon." "Thanks Josh, I'll just have a beer." she yelled back. I went to the drinks fridge in our family room, pulled out 3 beers, one for dad, Steph and myself, and then poured a glass of white wine for mum. We had a great evening, catching up on the local gossip over dinner. Talking about what was happening on the property and filling us in on her various friends. We chatted about my trip through Europe, but not too much. There parts I would rather not talk about in front of Mum and Dad. This we could talk about later. Mum and Dad headed off to bed around 10:00. Steph and headed outside to catch up on the real school gossip. For the next hour she filled me in on who was seeing who, who had hooked up with who and so on. I asked her about her boyfriend, Derek, she told me that they had split up a couple months ago. I heard her murmur under her breath 'soft cock' and I couldn't help but laugh. She grinned back at me. "Something you want to talk about?" "Nah, no big deal, Ill tell you about it another time." "Hey, what's the plan for tomorrow?" she asked "I'll be out doing the water run." "Want some company." "Sure." I replied "Got to be up early though, want to try and beat the worst of the heat." "Sure, no sweat." The 'water run' as we call it, involves basically following the main water lines across the property, checking there are no leaks and that all the water troughs and windmills are working properly so the stock can get water. During summer we have to do it each week and generally takes 6 -8 hours round trip. It would be good to have some company. "Common, we had better get to bed, early start." "OK, see you in the morning, wake me up." I went to bed fasinated at how my younger sister had grown up. A year ago she had been a skinny kid and now she had blossomed into a very attractive, dare I say it, hot young woman. I woke early with my normal morning stiffy and fought off the urge to have a wank, instead pulling on a loose pair of boxes (I always slept in the nude). The sun was starting to come up and there was some partial light. I padded down the hallway still half asleep needing to pee with my semi hard dick tenting out my shorts, I stepped into the toilet, tuned on the light then nearly walked straight into my sister, scaring the crap out of me, sitting on the toilet. "Shit, I'm so sorry, sorry." I stammered as I tried to back out. She had an instant look of surprise as the light flicked on and her eyes met mine. Her eyes slowly lowed as she spotted my tented boxer shorts less than 2 feet in front of her face. Her mouth broke into a smile. "You'd better put that thing away before you poke someone's eye out." I stepped back out of the toilet feeling rather embarrassed and headed off to use the other bathroom and take a shower. I'll have to be more careful how I get around the house. When I had showered and dressed I went into the kitchen, mum was already up and was making breakfast of eggs and bacon. Steph came in a few moments later still wearing her night shirt which was basically just an over sized T-shirt that came down to upper thighs, I could just make out the slight sway of her breast as she walked through. No bra, I thought to myself "Morning" she said as went over and gave Mum a peck on the cheek "Smells great, I've really missed home cooked meals." "Well, make the most of while you can." Mum replied "I'm gonna go with Josh on the water run." "Oh, I was hoping we could spend some around here together today." Mum looked a little disappointed "Can we do it tomorrow, I haven't seen Josh since last Christmas holidays and I would really love to go around the property." "Sure, we have plenty of time before you head off for Uni next year" Mum replied. Steph had a tentative acceptance into Vet science next year, the only catch was that is was in Perth, Western Australia, might as well be on the other side of the world. Mum really missed having a female around. Steph walked out through the kitchen door to the veranda and put some food out for the dogs. The morning air was still cool and as she came back inside I could see that her nipples had stiffened and stood out against her over sized T-shirt like the tip of my pinky finger. Pay back. As she passed me I whispered just loud enough her to hear, but not Mum. "You should put those things away before you poke someone's eye out." She looked up at me and then down to her breasts, I could see her face flush slightly as she smiled and then giggled bringing her hands up to cover them. "I'm off for a shower." and then took off "Don't be long, breakfast's nearly ready" Mum called after her, none the wiser. I felt my dick give a slight twitch at the thought of her hard nipples but quickly dismissed it from my mind. Being so remote, you don't get to see attractive women on a daily basis, sister or not, a 19 year guy with raging hormones can't help but notice these things. "Where's Dad?" I asked Mum as she served up breakfast "He's out fueling up the Land Rover and checking the tool box and pipe fittings, shouldn't be long" A couple of minutes later, Steph came back in, freshly showered, her hair pulled back into a pony tail, wearing kaki work shorts, a button up RM Williams shirt over a black boob tube and RM Williams boots. We finished breakfast, grabbed the sandwiches mum had made for us and some bear out of the fridge (for the end of the day), dropped it all into an esky with some ice packs and headed out the door. We climbed into the Land Rover Defender, turned on the UHF radio. No mobile phones out here. "Give us call on the radio if you have any problems and let know when your heading back so know when to expect you home." Dad said to us. "Is that so we don't catch you and Mum doing it." I replied Dad just shook his head and laughed. "Ooooo, that's so gross." Steph said as we pulled away from the house. I just grinned at her. The first couple of hours were easy, we chatted about various things at school again and I filled her in on some of the missing bits I hadn't mentioned in front of Mum and Dad of my Europe trip. We checked all the water troughs along the way, the sun was starting to belt down and it was getting really hot. We stopped at one of the watering holes that was quite shaded for lunch. We also radioed back home to up date our progress. On a property like this it's really an Occ-Health and Safety requirement to do so. I was hot and sweaty so I pulled my shirt off and dropped my face and then my whole head in the water trough to cool off, when I turned around Steph was looking at me. I noticed, albeit for a fleeting moment, her giving me the once over. "What?" "Nothing." her face flushed just a bit "Guys are so lucky.....whenever it suits, you can just rip your shirt off." "So can you, if you want." I laughed. "Oh sure, you would like that wouldn't you, anyway with some of these rough tracks out hear, I should be wearing a sports bra let alone nothing at all." "Serves you right for having such big 'pups'" I teased her. She had already taken of her button up shirt just leaving her boob tube with a strapless bra underneath. She looked down then cupped her breasts pulling them up. "My boobs aren't that big." "They're bigger than they used to be" "I think they're just right, anyway you shouldn't be looking." She teased back, still cupping them. "I'm a 19 year old bloke, what do you expect, I can't help it." "Typical" she said giggling Is she flirting with me? My dick twitched in my pants again as I glanced over her well covered breast. A flash of her hard nipple poking through her T-shirt this morning passed through my mind. "Common, lets get going, got a ways to go yet." Over the next couple of hours we went further along into the back blocks of the property, the tracks got rougher and the going was slower. Several times my mind wandered back to this morning when I walked in on my sister on the toilet and then the vision of her hard nipples through her T-shirt again. I thought about what she said about guys being able to take their shirts off and mentally pictured her sitting across from me topless going across the rough terrain with her breasts swaying back and forth. With these thoughts combined with the motion of the vehicle I had felt my dick start to swell and before long I had a raging hard on, feeling uncomfortable restricted against my jocks in my shorts. I snuck a glance at my sister out the corner of my eye, I was sure she hadn't noticed. Thankfully, pushing the thoughts out of my mind, my cock went down. We continued along stopping at each of the water troughs, everything was in good working order along the way, not much maintenance required. We were probably only about 20 minutes from our last stop. The further-est watering hole on the property. The most remote part of our property. This was a particularly pretty spot with a spring fed water hole surrounded by huge River Red Gums and had a large rock face with a gentle slope that went down into the water. The water was usually clean and cool. When we were kids, Mum and Dad would bring us out here to camp, in more recent times Dad had built a small hut with two small bedrooms, a modest living area that included basic kitchen with a gas fridge and stove. Out the back was a simple shower and a compost toilet, there was semi permanent campfire area at the front. The hut was positioned about 30 meters away from the water hole, just enough incase the creek bed ever flooded. The hut was always stocked with basic bedding, non perishable food and day to day stuff.  It was used primarily for us, friends or relatives that wanted a remote getaway but occasionally the odd 4WD tourist or shearer passing through would make use of it. We pulled up to the water hole. "Wow, I really missed this place." Steph said as she got out I pulled out the esky and an old picnic blanket out the back of the Land Rover and took them over to the large rock that sloped gently into the water. I laid out the rug about 10 feet from the waters edge, pulled out a couple of beers and we sat down. The air was hot but beer was cold, they went down easy. I reached back and pulled out a couple more. Not being a big drinker I could feel just a slight buzz coming on. Steph and I sat silent for a few moments. "So....what happened with Derek?" I asked She looked at me "Hey....you want a joint?" "What....were in the hell did you get that?" "I didn't know you smoked pot." I said surprised "I don't normally, just on the odd occasion." She reached down into her back pack and pulled out a small tin. Out of it she pulled a small joint and a lighter. She lit it and then drew back before passing it to me, I did the same and passed it back. We finished it between us then both sat there feeling some what buzzed but rather pleased with our selves. It is not something that either of us would typically do. It was still unbearably hot. "C'mon, lets go for swim." Steph pulled at my arm as she got up. "I haven't got my bathers." I mumbled "Don't be such a baby!" She pulled her boob tube up and over her head, revealing her strapless black bra, my heart skipped a beat as I thought of what she said earlier, thinking she was about to remove her bra. Instead she undid her shorts and let them fall to the ground. Almost in front of my face her perfectly shaped ass cheeks were exposed to me. White skin where they had been covered by a bikini, in contrast to her tanned legs and back. A thin strip of material from her g-string disappeared down between her ass cheeks. I felt my dick automatically swell in my pants. "You coming." Steph snapped me out of trance as she walked down to the water. Not that I had ever considered my sister in a sexual way but being a 19 year old male with raging hormones in such an isolated place, it only takes the wind to change and I would get an erection. My eyes were glued to her ass, the way it swayed as she walked, her long legs, she took a leap and dived into the water. I jumped up, kicked my boots off and dropped my shorts. I was wearing just plain white jocks. Steph had surfaced and was facing me. I was conscious of my cock that had swollen, not erect but swollen none the less, there was no hiding it and my head was buzzing, what the hell. I moved down to the water and waded in, Steph's glance at my crotch didn't go un-noticed. The water was cool and relaxing and my head cleared a little. I was floating on my back in my own world when all a sudden, out of no where Steph jumped on me pushing me under the water, I gulped for air and pushed myself up. Steph screamed with laughter and jumped away. I splashed after her and managed to grab her ankle pulling her back through the water. As she was pulled backed she ducked dived and spun around under water trying to grab my legs. My hand slipped from her ankle and she came up behind me wrapping her arms around neck and her legs around my legs trying to dislodge me. As we wrestled I was conscious of her breasts pressed against my back and her thigh as she wrapped around me, pressed across my dick. By this time I had a full blown erection, if Steph had noticed she certainly didn't let on. I couldn't shake her off, so I pushed my self backwards and Steph squealed as we both went backwards underwater. We floundered around in the water and she let me go. I jumped up, thinking I had won, Steph was still under, we were in waist deep water. All of a sudden I felt a yank on my jocks and she tried to pull them down but they got caught on my hard dick, she pulled again and they came straight down to my ankles and then before I could even react, Steph came up out the water behind me giving me an almighty shove. With my jocks hooked around my ankle I couldn't move my feet to brace myself and over I went falling face first into the water. Steph dived behind me grabbing my feet, pulling them up to make sure I went fully under and pulling my jocks completely off.  I surfaced and spun around, Steph had moved away about 6 feet and had a huge grin on her face. "Missing something?" as she raised her hand holding my jocks, then with lunge she threw them up and onto the bank beyond where we had been sitting. I felt my cock stiffen and I enjoyed the feeling of water against my now unrestricted bits "Game on," I hissed as I lunged at my sister.  She squealed with laughter and turned as she tried to push away, this time I was too quick and grabbed her from behind, as I threw my right arm around her my hand landed over her left breast and pulled her back. I wrapped my legs around her to lock her tight against me. My hard dick was pushed up against her back, there was no mistaking it. She squealed again, arching her back and managed with her free hand to reach around her back and firmly grabbed my hard dick I hesitated for a moment. I wasn't expecting that, she squeezed it hard and gave it a quick pull sending an electric current through me, I faltered, she let me go and broke free. As she pulled away I managed to grab hold of her bra strap, she was desperately trying to pull away. I quickly grabbed the back of the bra with both hands, one each side of the clasp, with a quick twist it came undone. Steph fell forward grasping for her bra but I was too quick this time. She swum away then turned to face me in the water still giggling. Under the water I could just make out the darker circle of her areola and nipple against the white skin of her breasts contrasting against her tanned skin, my dick twitched in the water. I looked at the tag next to the clasp of her bra. "Mmmm C cup I see"  She just poked out her tongue at me, I turned and threw her bra up on to the stone ledge where my jocks had ended up. I turned to face Steph, not done yet and instinctively she stepped back. She turned and dived, her ass came out of the water and quick as a flash, anticipating what she was about to do, I leapt forward and managed to grab the material of her g-string on her hips and as she went down into the water I pulled back and they peeled of in my hands. I stood up straight in the waist deep water unaware that half of my hard dick sticking up in front of me was now exposed above the water.  Steph re surfaced and turned around to face me and squealed with laughter pointing at my penis. Embarrassed I quickly dipped below the water again. I held up her g-string in my hand. "Missing something?"  Then threw it up on to the rock. It fell just short of the rug. She smiled and poked her tongue out at me again. She swum towards me with her shoulders below the water until she was about an arm length away and then stood up, her breasts coming out of the water. I felt like I was going to cream myself.  "Wow" I whispered under my breath They were magnificent, round and pointy, sitting high on her chest, firm with hardly any sag. I took in her dark pink areolas about the size of a twenty cent piece and could clearly see the little bumps on them caused from the cool water. Her stiff nipples stuck out straight and hard.  She reached up and cupped them, her nipples poking between her fingers. "See, I told you that they're not that big." "They look just fine to me." "Awe shucks, thanks", she was patronizing me Taking her hands away from her breasts she stepped forward and reached down wrapping her fingers around my hard dick. I wanted to pull away but it felt amazing like an electric pulse passing through me again. "Oh my God....did I give you this," as if she didn't know She gave it a gentle pull and a moan slipped past my lips then she let go and moved away and lowered herself back below the water. She was smiling that mischievous smile I had seen so many times before Oh oh, what's she planning in that head of hers? "Did your sister give you a stiffy," she almost giggled "My dick can't tell that you are my sister," feeling a bit flustered and a lot embarrassed. "Well you can't stay like that all day, maybe you should take care of it." "Are you suggesting that I should........................" "I'm not suggesting anything, I just said maybe you need take care of it, thought it might be a bit more comfortable for you" "Here, I'll even give you a bit of privacy." She turned her back to me and made for the edge of the water, her body coming out of the water as it became shallow. I watched her naked body from behind as she walked up the rock and stopped to pick up her g-string, she simply bent down at the hips and for the shortest moment I could see her pussy lips and dark pink puckered hole of her arse. She turned her head to look back at me with that same mischievous and a twinkle in her eye. My dick twitched yet again and felt like it got even harder if that were possible. Steph continued past the blanket to collect her bra and my jocks and then turned around. For the first time she faced me completely naked. I took in her beautiful tits then let my eyes go down, she had a belly ring when did she get that? My eyes dropped further to her pussy, it was completely smooth and bald, I could just make out her soft pink pussy lips. "Wow!" I fully expected her to put her underwear back on, get dressed and amuse herself with my dilemma but instead she just hung them on a near by branch then laid down on the blanket naked, propped up on her elbows facing me with an amused look on her face. She took a mouthful of her beer and then held it up "Want one these?" she teased "You're enjoying this aren't you!" "Best fun I've had in ages, hey, I wont tell anyone," winking at me. Ah shit, buggar it. I'll call her bluff. I had made up my mind. I moved closer to the edge and once there lifted my self out of the water and onto the rock. Standing naked not ten feet in front of my sister blushing furiously. My circumcised dick was rock solid and stood up straight and hard in front of my body, the head was purple and swollen with my clean shaven balls hanging below and neatly trimmed patch of light pubic hair above. I'm no expert but I've always considered my 7 and a half inches to be a healthy size, I certainly didn't feel inadequate, just embarrassed as my sister did a long slow wolf whistle. Steph stared at my hard penis as I walked up to her. I looked over her body again now at close range. I took in her smooth tanned calves and thighs, her legs were slightly parted and I could make out the smooth curves of her hairless pussy lips, her flat stomach with a diamond belly ring then up to her firm breasts and stiff nipples. She still had drops of water over her body. I looked at her face, she was still looking at my penis then hey eyes lifted to meet mine. I felt awkward standing naked, in my aroused state, in front of my sister. "You shave your balls" "Yeah, a girl I met in Europe made me do it, I've done it ever since" I replied, feeling my face blush more. "Cool." "You shave your Minge" Steph laughed. "Waxed actually, I had it done just before I came back home." "Cool!" I laid down on the blanket next to Steph and took a drink from my beer. The beer had warmed in the heat but my throat was dry. "Well?" "Well what?" My heart was racing "Well, what are you going to do about it," pointing at my erection "Nothing in front of you." "Why not? Doesn't it hurt?" "No!" "It must be uncomfortable." "A little," I replied feeling a little exasperated about this conversation regarding my man hood We sat for a few moments, the Steph rolled partly on her side and brought her finger to the base of my tight ball sac and then lightly traced it up to the base of my penis and continued up to the head. The feeling was ecstatic. My dick jerked involuntarily off my stomach. Steph giggled. "What are you doing?" I asked her as she repeated it My dick jerked off my stomach again. "Nothing!" she replied with that mischievous smile. She was now using several fingers and tracing them around my testicles up my penis to the sensitive part on the underside up the head. My dick jerked and twitched with each stoke. "Shit....doesn't feel like nothing." "Cant leave you like that, especially if its my fault?" "I'm don't think you should be doing this." "Does it feel good?" she said . "Mmmmm," was all I could groan. "Then don't worry about it, we're adults, no ones getting hurt, I'm just lending a helping hand, no pun intended." I knew it wasn't right but the feeling was too good to stop "You have a nice dick." I looked down, by this time Steph had her thumb and fore finger wrapped around the base of my cock while the remaining fingers were cupping my testicles. With firm but deliberate strokes she brought her hand from the base upwards to the head of my cock and back down again, slow and deliberate strokes. A drop of pre come had formed at the tip of my cock and she brought her next stoke all the way to the top milking more of the clear fluid out of the tip. I was in ecstasy. She moved her body and sat up pushing my legs apart. I was in no position resist. She climbed over my leg so she was kneeling between my legs. I watched as she held my dick upright and with another firm stroke squeezed another large drop of pre come out of me. She then used the finger of her other hand to smear the clear smooth liquid around the head of my dick paying special attention the sensitive bit on the crown of the head, nearly sending me over the edge. She absently lifted her finger to her mouth and licked it. I knew I couldn't last long. She opened her mouth and took the head of my penis into her mouth. She held it there and used her tongue to swirl and massage around the head. Her hand started to stroke ever so slowly up and down the base. She moved her mouth down massaging my shaft with her lips and tongue and taking all of me into her mouth. She came back up and repeated until she had a regular rhythm going. She was holding me just on the edge. Her mouth was warm and wet, she pushed down taking all of my cock into her mouth for just a few seconds, her nose just touching my trimmed pubes. My head was swirling with the sensation of what her mouth was doing to me. She continued sucking up and down on my dick whilst her hand massaged the around the base and my balls. After just a minute or so I could feel the sensation building deep within my balls. I wasn't sure if I should come in my sister's mouth. "Your gonna make me come," I croaked I could see a smile form around her mouth that was wrapped around my dick bobbing up and down. She pulled off and smiled. "That the point isn't it!" Then took my head back into her mouth and sucked harder all the way down my shaft, pushing and pulling my cock all the way to the back of her throat. I could feel the sensation of my orgasm building fast in my balls. This was too much for me to take. My back arched, my dick stiffened, I could feel the pulse of electricity go from the base of my testicles right through me and straight up my spine, making my head spin. Steph stopped moving her mouth and just held the head of my cock in her mouth jerking the shaft with her hand, my hips bucked involuntarily pushing my dick further into her mouth I let go and started spurting hard into her mouth, it was so powerful it caught me and her off guard, my hips bucked again as I spurted the second then a third and then in quick succession a fourth, fifth and sixth into her mouth. She was swallowing what she could. My hips still tensed and lifted of the ground as she started moving her mouth again slowly sucking, her hand squeezing up and down the shaft milking each last drop out.  My body started to relax. It was too sensitive and I had to pull her off, she looked up at me with a smile but she had a look in her eye. I couldn't read her expression. She had swallowed most my come except for some that had leaked from the corner of her mouth and down her chin. She scooped it up with her finger and pushed it into her mouth. She brought her mouth down to mine and our lips touched I instinctively opened my mouth as she pushed her tongue in and swirled it around. I could taste my come in her mouth. What's good for the goose is good for the gander. I've never had any particular hang ups sexually. "Holy fuck that was awesome!"  "I'm glad you liked it, do you always come that much or that hard?" I felt a little embarrassed "Nah, it's just been a while," I replied She smiled and moved herself forward up my body straddling herself over me. She sat on me with her pussy on my stomach and then took both my hands up to her breasts. They felt amazing, firm and full, not too big, not too small. I traced my fingers around her areolas and played gently with her nipples. "Hmmm, that feels so nice," she whispered  She moved my hands away and lowered herself down bringing her breast toward my mouth. I opened my mouth and eagerly took her right tit into my mouth, sucking and swirling my tongue around her nipple. I alternated from the left to the right for the next minute or so. Steph was moving her hips back and forth rubbing her pussy against my stomach, I could feel the wetness of her pussy juice. She moaned as I continued sucking and licking her breasts and nipples. Steph pulled away and lifted her self up on her knees. Her eyes locked on mine as she slid her hand down to her wet pussy and ran two fingers through her slit and slowly up into pussy and back out. I could see the wetness on them as she moved her hand up to her left breast, still wet with my saliva, and rubbed her fingers around the nipple and then lifted her fingers to her mouth to suck the juice off. My cock was still hard and jerked off my stomach, at the sight. She moved her fingers moved back to her pussy and dipped back inside before bringing then to my mouth. Her eyes, glazed over, were still locked on mine. I opened my mouth and sucked her fingers. "You've made me so wet," she whispered. Still up on her knees, she moved forward up my body till her wet pussy was right above my face. I could clearly see those smooth pussy lips and as she spread her knees further apart her lips opened more and I could see the soft pink folds inside her. It was beautiful. She lowered herself on me and I licked from the base near her bum hole all the way up to her clit tasting her juices and feeling her softness of her smooth hairless lips. Steph moaned with pleasure. It was my turn to 'help' out. I continued licking, exploring her with my tongue. I felt her tight hole her soft inner lips and I teased her clit. It only taken the briefest moment and she was grinding her pelvis against my face. She groaned again and pulled herself from my mouth rolling herself away and on to her back next to me. She reached over pulling my shoulders towards her and then pushing me back down her body. My mouth back onto her pussy, she lifted her knees back and spread her legs wide, completely exposing herself to me "My knees were hurting," she moaned as I once again licked her pussy. I started to lick again from the base up to her mound in long steady strokes. Steph brought her hands down and spread her pussy lips open to give my complete access. I licked circles around the opening of her cunt before moving up to gently tease her clit. Steph's hips were gently rocking against my face matching to strokes of my tongue. I brought my finger up and slowly slid it into her. She felt warm and tight and very very wet. I took my finger out and slowly dragged my finger downwards. A combination of her pussy juice and my saliva had run down her ass crack and I took my finger down until it brushed over her puckered bum hole. I kept it there gently teasing her hole in a circular motion Steph moaned and with one hand on my head pushed me down, my tongue sliding through her slit down to her arse. I sucked and licked at her hole whilst her hips continued to push against me. She moved her spare hand to her pussy and alternated between fingering herself and playing with her clit. I pulled my tongue away as she pulled my face back up to her pussy and I continued to circle her ass hole with my finger and then ever so gently pushed forward. The tip of my finger eased into her up to the first knuckle and I could feel the smoothness of the inside walls of her anus. Steph pushed her hips against me harder as she moaned again, my finger sliding a little deeper into her,. I continued licking and sucking with more force alternating from her pussy to her clit while I gently slid the tip of my finger in and out of her ass. Steph's hips started bucking hard against my face as she matched my strokes. She let out a cry and I felt her pussy and ass contract and spasm around my finger. Her hands grabbed my head holding me still as she orgasmed hard against my face.  After a few moments her body started to relax. I slowly slid my finger out of her arse and took my mouth from her pussy, I looked up to her face, covered in sweat. Her eyes opened and then a smile spread across her face. "Holly fuck, you are soooo bad!" Before I had a chance to respond she sat up and reached down for my cock, which was at full mast. Wrapping her hand around it she pulled it forward toward her pussy bringing my mushroom head up against her opening. I leaned back and gently pushed the head of my cock into her. She was so tight, I kept pushing, watching as the whole of my cock slowly disappeared into her pussy until my pubic bone was pushing up against hers. I stopped and didn't move, just enjoying the feeling of her tightness. "Common, don't just sit there, fuck me!" Steph hissed between her teeth as she pushed her hips against me.  I pulled my cock nearly all the way out and then slowly back in with deliberate strokes, slowly to start with then gradually building up speed. It wasn't long before we were fucking in steady rhythm, our sweaty bodies moving as one. I could feel the urge to cum starting to build again. Steph had her hands on my shoulder and was pushing her hips against to me meet my every stoke. It was hot and her face was covered with sweat as she lifted her face to my chest taking my nipple into her mouth and biting gently between her teeth. I continued to fuck faster and harder, I'm no marathon man but having come not long before I was able to give it all I was worth and Steph was giving back just as hard. "I'm going to come soon," I mumbled after a few minutes. I could feel the sensation building in my balls again. Steph quickened the pace, "Just do it, I'm ready," she hissed through her teeth" My balls slapping against her ass. Steph didn't miss a beat pushing her hips back just as hard with each stroke. "Oh fuck," I groaned, as the familiar electric sensation pulsed through my body, my cock deep in her pussy, I came hard, this time spurting my cum in her pussy. Steph moaned and wrapped her legs around tightly round my waste locking me hard against her as her own orgasm hit. Locked tight together,. I could feel Steph's pussy contract around my dick, her hip pushed tightly against mine as her own orgasm erupted inside her. We both started to relax as our orgasms subsided. I felt my dick slowly starting to soften as I slowly let it slide out of her pussy slick with the combination of my cum and her juice.. I watched as some of my cum leaked out her, Steph eyes were still closed as she moved her hand to her pussy, lightly rubbing her fingers through her slit playing with the fluid. We were covered in sweat and short of breath. After a moment or two she opened her eyes and started laughing. "Mmmm, that was fucking awesome, guess we're both going to hell now."  I didn't know what to say, I just looked at her with a half grin on my face. Steph sat up leaning forward and reached out for my now semi soft cock. She leant down taking it into her mouth and gently sucked me in. having just cum twice in last 10 minutes I needed a break. She sucked it in and out three of four times before pulling back. "Common lets go for a swim". We got up and went down to the water. It was cool and refreshing. My head had stopped spinning and we quietly relaxed in the water not speaking for the net few minutes while I digested what had just happened. Finally I spoke. "What just happened?" "Well, firstly you got a boner looking at your sisters tits, then I suc.........." I cut her off. "I know WHAT just happened but.....you know what I mean." "Well the way I see it, its just two people, you know, getting off," She teased I couldn't believe this was coming from my conservative, proper little sister. She swam over to me, putting her arms on my shoulders and wrapping her logs around my midriff so her pussy was pushing against my cock, which was partly semi erect. "Cmon, lets get out, I'll fill you in." Letting me go she swam to the bank to get out and I followed after her. I pulled out 2 more beers as we both lay down on the blanket butt naked and she started her story......... Steph's Story Ch. 02 "Well," She started "Back in August after the school holidays I made a new friend, Tash. I had seen her around school but we had never spoken. Anyway we met at this party and got chatting. She had moved down from Brisbane with her family. She didn't have a boyfriend which surprised me because she was absolutely gorgeous, long straight brown hair, light olive skin and sweet brown eyes. Smaller than me, with a more petite body." "We had a few drinks, danced a few times and chatted about all types off stuff. She had wicked sense off humor and we really hit it off." "So over the next couple of weeks we started hanging out together at school and I got to know some of her friends who were all really nice. Derek complained a couple of times that I was spending too much time with her and my new friends." "Anyway, one lunch time Tash told me her dad was having a big barbeque at their place on the weekend for all his 'big wig' business buddies and asked if I could come along and give a hand, just help to serve food and drinks, that sort of thing. I told her that would be great." "So the following Sunday I drove over to their place. They had an awesome house in the Eastern suburbs with an in-ground pool. I met her mum who was frantic in the kitchen getting ready and then her dad who was busy organizing stuff outside. They seemed really nice." "Just as we were heading back inside when this really hot looking guy comes out from around the side of the house. He looked at me and our eyes met, he smiled and Tash introduced me to her brother Aaron. He was really good looking, dark hair and the same eyes as Tash, he was reasonably tall, slim but well built." "Aaron continued smiling as he shook my hand and thanked me for helping out, and that he was looking forward spending more time with me during the afternoon. Tash sighed and rolled her eyes at him letting him know that I already had a boyfriend." "I could feel myself blushing, Tash grabbed my hand and pulled me back into the kitchen to help her mum." "The afternoon was great, we mingled with their guests serving drinks and nibbles. Aaron was in charge of the bar and every time I looked across he would be looking at me. I needed a new drink so I went over and had a chat with him. He was really nice, asked about school, family, where I came from, he seemed genuinely interested in the Station and farm life. I found out that he was nineteen nearly twenty and at Uni doing law. He was easy to talk too, no bother, just like Tash." "At the end of the day they all hugged and kissed me good bye. It made me a bit homesick realizing how much I missed my own family". "The next day I went to see Derek, he was in a foul mood, pissing and moaning about this and that, he complained that I didn't even come and watch him play football because I was at Tash's house." "After such a great time the day before I just wasn't interested, and told him I was leaving. And get this, then he had the gaul to ask for sex, yeah right, like that was gonna happen." "So is that when you broke up with him?" I interjected. "Nah, I was just annoyed at him at that stage." I took a drink from my beer, wondering where all this was going as Steph continued. "That night I got a call from Tash telling me that her parents were going away the following weekend and she was having a few girlfriends over for a sleep over and would I like to come." "I knew that Derek wouldn't be happy but I was still pissed off with him, so I agreed to come." "The following week dragged on forever and sure enough Derek had a huge dummy spit but called back later to apologize, we agreed that we would spend some time together on Sunday." "I got to Tasha's late after netball, the other girls were all ready there. Tash met me at the door hugged and kissed me, I could smell the champagne on her breath. Evidently they had already started." "Tash led me through to the back family room and called out to Aaron to get me a drink." "My heart skipped a beat and I said to Tash that I thought it was a girls night, she just waved her hand in the air and said he was fine, he had nothing on tonight and that he would keep out of the way, anyway she added, we need a 'whipping boy' to get drinks and organise food, we both laughed but I couldn't help feel a twinge of anxiety at seeing Aaron again." "There were three other girls whom I all knew, Sophie, a petite girl with mousy blond hair, pretty face, friendly but quiet, almost a bit shy. Karen with dark curly and bright blue eyes and a loud personality. The third girl was Sarah, a blond, blue eyed bimbo, or so I thought. Tash had told me that she was actually highly intelligent and put the bimbo act on just for fun." "It was a typical girl's night, we ordered in pizza, watched a chic flick, had some drinks, gossiped and laughed a lot, by about 10:30 we were all a little drunk so we moved into Tasha's room and got into our pajamas. Tash had told me that I could share her queen sized bed and had organised mattress's and quilts on the floor for the other girls." "We settled our selves down on the beds, I was feeling a little drunk and the conversation turned to boys and sex. I was shocked at first at how openly the girls talked about it especially Sophie. Her and Sarah were comparing different boys they had had sex with, who was a better kisser, who had the bigger dick, who lasted longer, who gave the best head. They even got into a discussion on different techniques for giving head and hand jobs. Karen and Tash would chip little bits in every so often and there lots of laughing." "Wow, do girls really talk about that stuff?" I interrupted again. "Well, these girls did." She continued on. "I had never considered myself as a prude, in fact I had always prided myself on being open minded but I was starting to realize how innocent and naive I really was. I had only had one boyfriend being Derek." "After a while Sarah blurted out "lets play Truth and Dare" all the girls eagerly agreed. I was a bit worried, I had heard about it but had never played. I think Tash picked up on my nervousness and put her hand on my knee and whispered that it would be fun and to relax." "Sarah and Sophie had jumped up and were at Tasha's desk frantically writing on bits of paper, giggling like crazy and whispering between themselves. Karen explained the rules of the game." "Firstly, what ever happens away, stays away, meaning, every thing stays between us. There are two bowls, the first has questions, the second has dares. We take turns in picking out one of the questions and reading it out loud, each girl then has to decide out loud if they will answer the question truthfully or choose a dare. Once every one has decided, a dare is taken out of the second bowl and read allowed. Each girl that chose truth has to answer the question 'truthfully' and the girls that chose dare has to do the dare. That simple, I'll add at this stage I was just about shitting myself my mouth was dry and my head was spinning." "Sarah went first and the first question was 'are you shaved or natural?' Sophie answered first for truth, Karen said truth, Tash said truth Sarah said truth, they all looked at me and I said truth too." "Sophie admitted taht she shaved and had been for over a year, she loved the way it felt and the guys really got off on it, Karen was natural, Sarah had a landing strip, Sophie wanted to know it was for a Cessna or a Boeing. Tash admitted that she shaved once but preferred waxing, although it hurt like hell it lasted for ages. Sarah joked that Tash and Soph could do each other. I admitted that I didn't have very much pubic hair anyway so I just did my bikini line." "No big deal so far." "The next question was 'do you prefer circumcised or skin?' Everyone again picked truth. Sophie surprised me again by saying she didn't care, a dick is a dick. Tash, Karen and Sarah all agreed that circumcised was better. I had only ever seen one real dick before, being Derek, and he wasn't circumcised. I decided that from pictures that I had seen I preferred circumcised, just like yours."  She reached out and gave my semi hard dick a squeeze. "The next question to come out was 'have you ever pashed a girl?' Sophie and Sarah both chose dare the rest of us chose truth. Karen said she hadn't and that she was just into boys. Tash then surprised me by saying that she had and it was fun. I admitted that I hadn't." "The dare was pulled out and Tash laughed as she read out that Sophie and Sarah had to 'give head' to the bottle they were drinking from for a whole minute. The girls screamed with laughter as it had been them that wrote the dare. They got started and really got into it. sliding their lips and mouths up and down the bottles whilst we watched and cheered them on. It was quite erotic in a strange sort of way." "Karen pulled the next question out which was 'do you own a vibrator?' Once again all the girls squealed with laughter and picked truth, including myself. Sarah admitted that she didn't but would like to, Karen agreed saying she was too embarrassed to go and buy one. Sophie said she had bought one a year ago and Tash admitted that she had two. I of course said I didn't own one. The girls were giggling away and Sarah asked Tash what sort she had and where did she get it from. Tash gave a wry smile and got up and went to her wardrobe, she rummaged around for a moment and then came back with two vibrators in her hand, throwing the larger one to Sarah. She caught it and held it up. It was pink and the top half was very realistically shaped just like a real penis. The head was molded and veins running across the shaft. There was nub sticking up from the base at 45 degree angle with little rabbit ears at the end and small beads around the base." "Sarah played with the settings and turned it on. It evidently had three settings, depending on which buttons you pressed you could make it twist and rotate or just vibrate or both. Sarah past it to me, I could feel my face burning, I had never seen a real vibrator let alone touch one. It was made of silicone so it was soft and smooth yet firm. The other vibrator that Tash was holding was also pink, fairly thin and smooth. Tash told us that the silicone one was a Rabbit I-Vibe and it was absolutely awesome, the smaller one came as a free-bee with it from the Adult Shop up on Glen Osmond Rd. The thought of entering an adult shop absolutely terrified me." "We carried on, the next question was do you spit or swallow? Fact was for me, I had never had a guy come in my mouth. I wasn't adverse to it, in fact I wanted to try it but every time Derek got close he would pull away. I did try to hold on to him once but he managed to pull away at the last moment and ended cumming on my face and neck. I thought it was pretty funny but Derek didn't. I still laugh about it when I think of how embarrassed he got." "At this point I didn't want the other girls to know how inexperienced I was so I chose dare as did Sarah. The others chose truth. Sophie said she swallowed adding that what's good for the vagina is good for the mouth. Karen said she didn't like the texture and spat, Tash admitted that she happily swallowed before pulling our dare out of the bowl." "Our dare was to go topless for the next round. Sarah and I looked at each other. I could feel my face going red again, Sarah had a long T-shirt whilst I was wearing a tank top and boy short knickers. The other girls started egging us on and at the same time we both pulled our tops off exposing our boobs, the girls started cheering. Sarah had an athletic body, her boobs were bigger than mine, maybe nearly a D cup, round and soft with small pink nipples. They bounced lightly as she laughed." I was conscious of the girls looking at my breasts. Sophie let out a slow wolf whistle." "Its not like I hadn't got undressed or seen other girls in the showers after sport and stuff but this was different." "It was my turn to take out a question, I nervously put my hand in the bowl and took out the bit of paper, I read it out aloud 'have you or would you do a threesome?' Karen went first saying dare, Sophie, Sarah and Tash said truth. Again I wanted the girls to think I was more experienced than I was so I chose dare. Tash and Sophie both admitted that they had been in a threesome but they wouldn't tell us the details, Sarah said that she hadn't but would in the right situation. I must admit that I was again a little shocked at how open and experienced these girls were." "Karen pulled a dare out of the bowl you have to French kiss the girl on your left for 30 seconds she read as she blushed, remember, she was the one that said she was only into boys. The other girls squealed with laughter. This meant Karen had to kiss Sarah and I had to kiss Tash. Karen and Sarah went first. Karen was really tentative and Sarah smiled as they came together. Their lips touched and they started kissing, slowly at first. Sarah took the initiative and opened her mouth gently pushing her tongue into Karen's mouth. Karen was a good sport and kissed her back, their tongues playing with each other whilst Sophie counted out loud. I had never seen two girls kissing before in real life, it looked really hot and I could feel my nipples getting hard. When they got to thirty Karen pulled away, her face was flushed and lips wet. Sarah told her she was a great kisser and if she ever wanted to do it again just let her know, she pulled her T-shirt back over her head and I glanced one more time at her largish boobs noticing that her small nipples were very hard. I'm sure the other girls noticed too." "All eyes were on me and I turned to look at Tash, my heart was racing. Let's give them a show she whispered to me. She leant in and I licked my lips, our lips met and she kissed me ever so lightly, she parted her lips and her tongue caressed my lips before slowly sliding into my mouth. She tasted like champagne and I could smell the sweetness of her breath. Her tongue explored my mouth as I pushed my tongue into her mouth, our lips pressed together. She sucked my tongue into her mouth, her hand cupped the back of my neck pulling us close, my bare breasts touching up against her covered ones. It was so amazing. The touch and feel, the smell and taste of kissing another girl, her mouth was soft and wet as our tongues played together. My nipples were rock hard and actually starting to ache, and I could feel my pussy getting wet, I pushed my boobs hard against Tash, to get some relief as we tongued each others mouths." "I wasn't even aware of the other girls as Sophie called 30 seconds. I could have kept going but we pulled apart, I opened my eyes and Tash was staring directly into them she looked different, I was now feeling quiet drunk and felt the urge to lean in and kiss her again.. I looked at the other girls, they were all staring too. Sophie had a dead straight look on her face and mumbled "Oh my god that was so hot." I pulled my tank top back over my head. I was conscious of my wet pussy and had to change my position so the girls wouldn't see the wet patch on my knickes." Sitting on the rock in the heat listening to my sister tell me about kissing this girl whilst half naked with a group of girls watching on had my dick rock hard again.  Steph looked down "Does thing ever go down?" "Not when you're sitting next to me naked telling stories like that," I replied. She reached her hand over wrapping her fingers around the shaft and lightly started stoking me, with her free hand she took a mouth full of beer. She continued on with her hand wrapped around my dick gently stroking it up and down. "The game went on for a while and I did my best to keep up but the rest of the night was a bit of a blur. I do recall that there was hysterical laughter more nudity including a group boob flash at Aaron. The next day the girls said he nearly creamed himself." "When I went to bed I was feeling drunk and some what horny, not that I was in any state to do anything about it plus I had head spins. I really liked sex, a lot, but it was then I realized emphatically how naïve and inexperienced I was. The other girls were still chatting in the back ground but I couldn't really make out what they were saying or keep my eyes open any longer." Steph went quiet for a moment, still gently stroking my cock. She leant down and took my dick into her mouth sliding her lips down the shaft whilst massaging the base of the shaft and my testicles with her hand, her tongue swirled around my engorged head. After few moments she lifted her mouth from me, continuing to stoke me softly with her hand.  "So, the next day I went and saw Derek, I was still feeling horny, sort of like a heightened state of arousal. I kept thinking of the night before and it was getting me pretty worked up. His parents were out and I took him straight to his bedroom. I made him lay on the bed whilst I did a slow strip tease for him. I could see that he was hard and started to remove all his clothes. We were both naked and I straddled him and leant down to kiss him. I wanted him to kiss me like Tash had the night before but he was clumsy and didn't really get into the tongue thing. I went down his body and took his dick in my hand and studied while I jerked him, like I said he wasn't circumcised and he had thick pubic hair and hairy balls. I figured he was about 6 inches long. I sucked him into my mouth and concentrated on my technique, I wanted him come in my mouth to taste what it was like but after a couple of minutes he pulled me off and rolled me on to my back." "I thought for a moment he was going return the favour but that wasn't to happen and probably never would. He reached into his bed side table and pulled out a condom, even though I had been on the pill since I was sixteen he insisted. We had never had sex with out one. He climbed over me and slid his dick in and started to hump. He went for about a minute groaning a couple of times, I was just starting to get into it when he grunted and came, collapsing on me. I could feel his dick starting to shrink as he pulled out and rolled off me pulling the condom off and throwing in the bin. He got dressed and went back to the lounge to watch the footy. I hardly got warmed up." "I think that was that point when it hit home, things weren't the way I wanted them to be. You know that saying 'Are you living the life want? If not, why not', well that how I was feeling" "I got dressed and headed back to the school, feeling frustrated and unsatisfied." "I was nearly back to the school when a light came on in my head, I made a bold decision. I turned around and headed back towards Glen Osmond Rd, to the Adult Shop." "I had never been into a sex shop and was a nervous as hell but determined not to chicken out. I figured it was Sunday and hopefully the shop would be quiet or maybe even empty if I was lucky. It didn't take long to get there and I pulled up the rear entrance." "I had always thought of Adult Shops as dark, seedy places run by short, over weight middle aged, balding men but Tash had said she was served by a lady who was helpful and very professional." "Mustering all my courage I got out the car and went in through the back door." "The shop was clean and well presented, there was a middle aged woman at the counter who smiled when I walked in. I walked along the isles mesmerized by what I saw. There were all sorts of things, whips, chains, double ended dildos, butt plugs, costumes masks, lubes, massage oils, games, everything you could imagine, or more in my case, I only worked out what some of the things were later. Across the back wall were racks of adult DVD's and magazines. The lady at the counter came across and asked if I was looking for anything in particular. My heart was racing but I held firm and told her my friend had told me about a Rabbit I-Vibe, she smiled and said it was one of their best sellers. She led to the side wall where there was an assortment of vibrators, different shapes, styles and colors. She reached up and took one off the shelf. A Rabbit I-Vibe, pink, the same as Tasha's, she mentioned that it came as a package deal and also got down a smaller one too. She showed me how to put the batteries in and gave me free pack plus a free tube of lube. I left, feeling very proud of myself for taking such a bold step."

St Joseph's School For Girls Ch. 1 by Dragonia © Jon despaired he really did, he was at the end of his tether. She was really getting to him and he hated her for it. He was usually very calm, handing any little catastrophes with a quiet air of efficiency and authority. But not now, not here. Tom slammed his fist on the table. The girl in front of him jumped out of her skin. "What the fuck did you do that for?" said the girl showing the sort of contempt that made Jon even angrier. "Young lady you will not talk to me that way!" said Tom glaring at the girl. "Why the fuck not?" she said back. "Because young lady I have been put in charge of you and you will abide by my rules!" Jon said firmly to her. "Fine whatever" she said nonchalantly. "No not 'fine'," said Jon, "yes sir" he said still with an anger in his voice. "Yes sir" she spat back at him and then turned to face the wall. Jon had been a teacher for almost six years but he had never come across a pupil as difficult as Jennifer Cahill. Her mother and father had split up and there had been a big custody row. Her father had won and he had sent her to boarding school while he settled down with his new wife who was only two years older than his 18-year-old daughter. Her father was also rich, he had bought Jennifer everything she had every desired and that meant she had grown up into one spoilt little brat. "Jennifer" said Jon as he calmed slightly "Call me Jenny" spat the girl; "daddy calls me Jennifer, that asshole." "Cant we try and work together on this?" said Jon trying to reason with the angry girl in front of him. "Don't think so!" she said in an American accent back at him. "Fine!" said Jon getting to his feet, sod it he thought, I don’t know why I have to go out of my way to try and teach a spoilt little bitch like this Economics anyway, she obviously doesn't want to learn, what can I do! Jon picked up his brief case and walked out of the room. He marched straight down the hallway. St Joseph's College for girls was a very old college it had been here for almost three hundred years and was very highly thought of. The college was a private school and you had to be able to pay a hefty sum to send your son or daughter here. Jon marched down the corridor pushing open several large oak doors before he came to the principal's office. He banged on the door and then opened it. The Principal Julius St. John Smyth sat in a large padded leather chain behind a big dusty oak table. He wore the traditional mortarboard and robe as used to be common practice in private schools. He looked up past his glasses at Jon. "Mr. Daly to what do I owe this unexpected pleasure," he said cracking a smile on his old face. "Its that Cahill girl, sir" there is no getting through to her, she is unwilling to learn, she is rude and she is an arrogant little b." "Girl?" cut in the principal. "Yes, Principal," said Jon shrinking a bit. "I agree she is a problem Mr. Daly, but that is no reason to give up on her." "That’s not it at all sir," said Jon, "she's unwilling to learn, she has given up on herself" The principal sat back in his chair and removed his glasses, placing them carefully on his desk. "Mr. Daly, I don’t know if you are aware of how much Mr. Cahill means to the college? He was a former student and is kind enough to donate a sizeable amount to the school every year." "I see," said Jon. "You see without this money we would close down within the term," said the Principal. Jon nodded. "Mr. Cahill has expressed a very keen interest that his Jennifer should do very well in this her exam year, even to the point where he has threatened to withdraw his donations should she get below a B for any subject. So you can see my predicament, cant you Mr. Daly." "Yes Principal, I can." "I will see what I can do," said Jon as he got to his feet to leave. "Good, good" said the Principal, "I know you wont let us down Mr. Daly." Jon walked out of the Principals office and closed the door behind him. Jon thought to himself as he walked the dusty old corridors back to his office. How am I going to get through to her, there is no way at the moment she going to get a D never mind a B. Jon rounded the corner and walked straight into someone coming the other way. Jon immediately apologised, as did the other person, Jon looked up to see Dr Francis James, she had joined the Chemistry department at the beginning of the year. Jon had noticed her first time he had seen her, she had amazing body, very slim with large firm breasts. She always dressed smart but sexy often wearing short skirts and see-through blouses. She also seemed to like wearing high heels, Jon had noticed her at least fifteen different pairs since the beginning of the year. "Oh I'm terribly sorry," said Jon as he kneeled down to collect her papers. "It's quite alright" she replied in a soft voice, "looks like you were miles away, anything troubling you?" "Oh just a troublesome pupil is all," he said with a wry smile. "Let me guess," she said putting her finger to her fully red lips, "Um, Jenny Cahill." "Yeah" said Jon, "she has to get a B but she is never going to do it if keeps acting the way she does." "I have the very same problem," said Dr James, "if you have five minutes I would love to show you something I have been working on." Jon looked at his watch, he had an hour before his next class, "I guess I have time," he said. She set off down the dusty corridors and into a chemistry lab in the East Side of the building. They both entered and Francis locked the door behind them. She then walked into a back room and picked up a tray, she carried it into the room and placed it onto a workbench in front of Jon. She then went back and grabbed a couple of other little cans that looked like deodorant sprays. "Jon," she said, "what is the one thing that you would like to be able to do to little Miss Cahill?" "I would love to bring her down to size" replied Jon with a distant look in his eyes. "Good" said Francis, "what I have developed here is a 'free-will inhibitor'." "A what?" said Jon a little surprised at what she had said? "Let me demonstrate, this wont hurt a bit." Francis picked up a can and sprayed it at Jon. Jon looked a little bemused, "ok" he said "what next?" "Well now," said Francis, "I can make you do anything I want." Jon leaned on the side of the workbench looking a little skeptical, "I don’t think so," he said "Ok then I will demonstrate, how much money do you have in your wallet?" "About fifty-four pounds" he replied immediately "There you go," said Francis "That’s not really much proof, why would I not tell you?" "Ok then something else that you probably would keep to yourself, what did you think of me when you first saw me?" "I thought you were one of the sexiest women I have ever seen and I wondered what it would be like to fuck you!" Jon gasped as the words left his mouth. Francis blushed and then smiled. "Um sorry about that" said Jon who had gone a bright shade of pink. "Its ok," she said, "maybe one day you will find out" she laughed. "How long will it last? Asked Jon. "In the spray form only a couple of minutes at most, but in liquid form indefinitely!" replied Francis with an evil grin on her face. "This is amazing, we could so teach that bitch Jenny Cahill a thing or two with this." "Yes we could, now take you trousers down," commanded Francis Jon's hands went to his belt, but he had regained his free will and just looked at Francis. Francis just laughed and cleared her things away into the back room. She came out with a small vile of liquid, if you can get her to drink this then we've got her. Jon took the vile and held it up to the light, it was clear, "It looks like water," said Jon. "Ok, I'll get her drink it somehow" Francis just smiled at Jon and watched him leave the room. Jon put the vile carefully in his inside pocket and made his way back to his office. On his way he passed Jennifer Cahill coming the other way surrounded by a group of girls. "Jennifer, sorry Jenny, can I see you at the end of the day please?" Jenny looked disgusted but spat out "whatever," to which she got a raucous laugh from her peers and then kept walking. Jon didn’t really have his mind on his teaching for the rest of the day, and finished off his last class early so that he could return to his office to prepare. He pulled out a bottle of whiskey from the bottom draw of his desk and a glass; he half filled the glass with whiskey and drank a small amount. He then poured the vile of liquid into the glass and mixed it in. He then waited. Not long later there was a knock at the door, Jon looked up to see Jenny Cahill enter and flop down in the chair opposite him. "Jenny," started Jon, "I'm worried that you're not going to pass you exam this year." Jenny just shrugged her shoulders. Jon glanced down at his watch and stood up, "excuse me just a moment Jenny I really want to speak to the Principal before he leaves tonight." Jon left the room and wandered up the corridor in the general direction of the Principals. He got around the corner and then stopped, he waited there for about three minutes, then walked back the corridor towards his office. He opened the door and saw Jenny she didn’t look well. She was conscious but her eyes were half closed and she held an empty glass in her hands. "Jenny" Jon spoke quietly, "Jenny." There was no response. Jon took the glass from Jenny and placed it back in his desk draw along with the whiskey bottle. He then sat and waited for Jenny to regain some kind of consciousness. After about twenty minutes Jenny blinked and looked at Jon, "don’t you think you should be getting to bed now Jenny?" Jon said quietly. "Yes," said Jenny slowly getting to her feet, "that’s a good idea!" Jenny stood up and opened the door; she left the room and made her way upstairs to her dorm room where she climbed into bed and fell asleep. Jon was excited he made his way to the chemistry lab in the east wing. He found Francis doing some kind of experiment, she had lots of test tubes and Bunsen burners dotted about. "I did it," said Jon, excitedly showing Francis the empty vile. "Excellent," said Francis with a big smile, "where is she now?" "I told her to go to bed, she looked a bit out of it." "Ok," said Francis, "it will take its effect while she sleeps." Francis turned the burners off, she then pulled something from her jacket which she kept concealed in her hands, "I guess I will see you tomorrow then," "Yeah" said Jon as he turned to leave. He felt a fine mist on the back of his head as he started to walk. "Jon," said Francis, "one thing, can you come here?" "Sure" said Jon, turning on his heels and moving towards Francis. "Have you ever fucked anyone on a desk before?" "No I haven't" said Jon. "Well you are gonna do it now, Francis removed her white lab coat and unbuttoned her blouse showing off her large breasts in a pretty white bra. She then unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor, she wasn’t wearing knickers but she did have hold up stockings on. She lay back on the counter and told Jon to fuck her, Jon took his clothes off in seconds. He mounted Francis and was in no time pumping his thick cock deep into her wet pussy. "You know," said Jon, "you didn’t need to spray that stuff on me to do this." "I know," she said short of breath, "it was only deodorant!" Jon laughed; then lifted Francis' legs up trying to get as deep as possible into her gorgeous pussy. She was very horny and used her hands to play with her breasts as Jon thrust his cock into her. "Promise me I can have your cum in my mouth," she said as she gasped for breath. "Ok, but you'd better do it now," said Jon. Jon withdrew from her and sat on the counter; Francis hopped onto her high heels and lent over Jon's cock, sucking it until he blew his cum into her mouth. Francis purred as Jon came into her mouth. She swallowed it down her throat milking every drop from Jon's cock before she released her grip. "Mmmm" she said as she let the creamy cum slide down her throat, "lovely cum Jon" she said as she grabbed her skirt and put it back on. Jon smiled and just said "thanks"; he grabbed his clothes as started to dress. Soon they were both dresses. Francis came up to Jon and placed her hands on his butt, "any time you want a fuck, come see me," she smiled as she grabbed her bag and walked out of the room. That night Jon couldn't sleep he was too excited, his head was filled with thoughts of Francis and the Cahill girl. Thoughts of finally being able to teach her a lesson no more would she be the scourge of his life. He finally fell asleep. Jon's alarm went off at seven am. Unlike most morning he quickly got up without pressing the snooze button and jumped in the shower. In no time at all he was dressed, he quickly ate his breakfast and picked up in brief case. His accommodation was small but adequate; it was one of the advantages of these boarding schools that he was allowed to live in site. He made his way downstairs to his classroom and sat waiting for his students to arrive. About ten minutes later they slowly filed in and sat at their desks. This class was made up of ten pupils including Jenny Cahill. Jon looked up from his papers, and scanned the room, all except Jenny Cahill was present. "Anyone seen Jennifer today?" he asked the class. "She's just running a bit late" replied Ashley a petite blonde who lived in the same dormitory as Jenny. "Well ok, then we shall just wait for her" Jon said to the class, he sat back in his chair and started to read his papers. Ten minutes later, Jennifer Cahill pushed open the large oak door that lead to the class room, made her way to her desk and slouched in her seat. "Nice of you to join us Jenny," said Jon projecting his voice down the room. Jenny didn't really pay much attention she glanced up at Jon and then looked back down at her desk. Jon decided that it was time to see if Francis' potion had worked. "Jenny, stand up" Jon said softly. Jenny stood up immediately "Now sit down and pay attention" Jon said watching her with interest. Jenny sat down quietly and watched Jon attentively. Everyone in the class was little surprised; this wasn't the Jenny that they knew. The rest of the class was great; Jenny did everything that Jon asked her to do things that she normally would have just sneered at. Jon asked Jenny to stay behind after the class, which of course she did. Jenny followed Jon to his study and sat neatly in the chair opposite. There was a knock at the door and in walked Dr Francis carrying a large bag. "How's it going?" she asked. "Very well Francis, very well, watch this," he turned his attention to Jenny, "Jenny please ask Dr Francis to forgive you for being such a spoilt little bitch." Jenny turned to face Dr Francis and with utter sincerity asked "Please forgive me Dr Francis for being such a spoilt little bitch." "Very good Jenny" Jon said. Jenny beamed a smile. Francis walked around to Jon's side of the desk and put the bag down, "have you had her do anything naughty yet?" she asked. "Like what?" said Jon innocently. "Like give you a blowjob maybe or even let you fuck her?" said Francis with a smile. "No" said Jon a little nervously. "Ok" said Francis picking up the bag once again, she handed the bag to Jenny, "take this into there and put it on!" Jenny just nodded, opened the door to the classroom and entered closing the door behind her. "What did you just give her?" asked Jon. "You shall see soon enough" said Francis as she placed her hand on his shoulder, she leant over and pushed her breasts into his back while she ran her hands down the front of his shirt. It felt wonderful to Jon, this sexy woman's breasts pressing onto his back while she ran her hands over his body. Jon had noticed when Francis first entered that she was wearing one of her very short skirts today, with it she wore a suit jacket that was buttoned up and they, must have been six-inch stiletto high heels. She wore her hair up and had spectacles on. She started to unbutton the front of Jon's shirt as she slid her hands under it. She reached around and kissed him passionately on the lips. There was a knock on the door, Francis stood and said, "come." The door opened and in walked Jennifer Cahill. Jon couldn't help but laugh out loud. She was dressed in a French maid's outfit. She had put her long blonde hair up; she had a black uniform with frills in the skirts that puffed it out. The skirt was short enough that you could see she wore white French knickers. She also wore black fishnet hold up stockings and on her feet she had six-inch black stiletto high heels that were identical to the ones that Francis was wearing. In her hand she held a feather duster. "Very nice" said Francis as Jenny entered. "Thank you" she said. "From now on Jenny you shall call me miss and you shall call Mr. Daly Sir, do I make myself clear?" asked Francis. "Yes miss" replied Jenny. "Good now come here and dust this desk" Jenny came over to the desk and started to dust it with her feather duster. "She looks ridiculous doesn't she?" Francis asked Jon. "Yes" he said, "but very sexy too." Francis laughed, "yes she's not bad looking is she?" "Jenny" said Francis. "Yes miss" she replied as she continued to dust. "Have you ever been fucked jenny?" "No miss, I haven't" she replied. "What's the closest you have come Jenny?" asked Francis "I once gave a boy a blowjob" replied Jenny as she dusted. "Really and who was that boy?" asked Francis. "It was my older brother James" she replied still dusting. "Really?" said Francis with a big grin. "Yes miss" replied Jenny even though Francis wasn't looking for an answer. "And Jenny who instigated this blowjob?" asked Francis "I did miss, I wanted to know what it tasted like" replied Jenny. "And" said Francis "And it wasn't very nice" she said wincing at the thought of it. Francis had an idea, "From now on Jenny you are going to love the taste of cum, in fact you are going to love it so much that you can't get enough of it. There will never be too much for you. You will crave the taste and will try to milk it from whatever source you can. Do you understand?" "Yes miss" replied Jenny, licking her lips. Jon was enjoying this he just sat back and let Francis carry on with her interrogation. "Jenny have you ever had a lesbian experience?" asked Francis. "Yes miss," replied Jenny "Describe it to me" "Well miss I have licked Ashley Jones's pussy and pushed my finger up it, she has done the same to me, I once watched my mum taking a shower and found it very sexy" Jenny replied in a monotone voice. She was still dusting and didn’t really look as if she realised what she was saying. "From now on Jenny you will crave pussy juice just as much as you crave cum, do you understand?" "Yes miss I do" replied Jenny. "Jenny do you masturbate and if so how?" asked Francis "I do miss and use my fingers mainly, I have used my electric toothbrush in the past" replied Jenny. Jon laughed. "What is your most perverted fantasy Jenny?" asked Francis as she placed her hands on Jon's shoulders. "Well miss I have often dreamed about being spanked, and have often dreamed of being raped, but I think my most perverted fantasy would have to be the dream of sexual humiliation in public, people laughing at me really excites me." Jenny finished dusting and stood up straight in front of the desk looking directly at Francis. "How are you finding your shoes Jenny?" asked Jon "They are a little hard to stand in but they are very sexy Sir and it makes my pussy wet just wearing them" replied Jenny straight-faced. Jenny straight-faced. "I see said Jon maybe you would like something to put into that pussy to relieve your aching?" "I would Sir very much" replied jenny with a lustful look on her face. Francis walked around the desk to where the French maid stood. Francis was five or six inches taller than Jenny. Francis ran her hand over Jenny's shoulders and then leant to her ear. She whispered something into Jenny's ear, looked up at Jon then whispered some more all the time looking at Jon. Once Francis had finished Jenny looked directly at Jon. She opened her legs slightly and started to rub her pussy through her knickers. All the time she didn’t take her eyes off of Jon, she started to moan as she rubbed her pussy. Her other hand went to her breast and started to squeeze and play with it, pinching her nipple through the material until it was hard. Jenny kept rubbing her pussy, she picked up some speed and her moaning became louder as her breathing became shallower. Her hand grasped her breast roughly as she rubbed her pussy harder and harder, moaning louder and louder. She looked Jon straight in the eyes and then with one loud scream she came, still staring directly at Jon, she slowed her pussy rubbing and released her breast. Jenny once she had finished turned her back to Jon, bent at the waist, hooked her thumbs into her French knickers and pulled them down with one quick movement. She stepped out of the knickers and passed them to Jon. "These are for you Sir" Jenny said as handed them over, "it means that I am your little slut and you can use me in any way you like." Jon smiled and took the knickers from Jenny, "thank you " he said. "Smell them Jon," said Francis watching, one hand on her right breast. Jon opened them up and looked in at the gusset, it was sopping wet with Jenny's pussy juice and he lifted them to his nose and breathed in deeply. "They smell so sweet Francis, here you smell." Jon threw the knickers over to Francis. Francis did the same and smelled them in deeply. Francis just moaned and squeezed her breast hard. Jon got up out of his seat and walked around the desk, "Jenny are you hungry for something?" he asked. "Yes Sir, please may I suck your cock?" "You may" he replied as he sat in a chair. Jenny sunk to her knees in one quick movement, she went for his zipper and yanked it down she grabbed his cock out of his flies and plunged it into her open mouth. She knew what she wanted and she was determined to get as much cum out of this cock as quickly as she could. Her tongue flicked over the head before she sucked down on to it taking it deep into her throat. She was moaning as she pumped Jon's hard cock into her mouth with one hand and used the other to caress his balls. Jon watch her beaver away absolutely desperate for the thick cream from his balls to enter her mouth. Francis was enjoying the sight and sat down to watch she opened her legs wide showing once again that she wasn't wearing knickers and started to finger her pussy while she watched. Jon was close to cumming, but he wanted to make it last longer, he told Jenny to stop, which of course she did immediately much to her frustration, she knew he was close. "Go and lick your mistresses pussy Jenny" said Jon as he tried to control himself. Jenny crawled on her knees over to Francis where she eagerly sank her head between Francis' legs eagerly licking and sucking the juices from her wet pussy. Francis clasped the back of Jenny's head and pulled her closer, she lifted her legs up opening her pussy as wide as possible, letting Jenny's tongue bring her to orgasm. Francis moaned and groaned through two more orgasms at one point ripping her jacket open so she could grasp at her breasts. She came a fourth time and pushed Jenny away unable to take much more. Jenny's face was wet with Francis' pussy juice and she looked a mess. Jon called her to him and she eagerly sunk her head back onto his hard cock. It didn’t take long for Jenny to coax the hot creamy goo from Jon's balls into her mouth and Jenny came instantaneously as Jon sprayed cum into her mouth. She kept pumping his cock trying to get as much out as possible; once she had got all he could she sat on the floor and smiled in a drunken stupor. Jon went and sat next to Francis who was still sat on the bench with her legs wide open. Jon looked over at Jenny who sat on the floor with a look of fulfilment in her half-closed eyes. "What are we going to do now?" asked Jon not taking his eyes off Jenny. "Well now," said Francis as she ran her fingers over her pussy, "we need to publicly humiliate her." Francis brought her hand to her mouth and licked her fingers clean, "mmmm" she said as she shuddered. She held out a finger to Jon, who leant forward and sucked it. "Very nice" he said as he released her finger. "Stand up slut" barked Francis Jenny stood up and smoothed her frilly skirt out so that it sat right. She stood at attention waiting for her orders. "Jenny" said Francis as she herself stood up. "Yes miss" replied Jenny looking directly forward. Francis walked right up to Jenny and leant close to her ear, she whispered several instructions to her and then opened the door for Jenny who promptly walked out. Jon looked a little disturbed. "Um, isn't she going to be noticed walking around the school like that?" he said in a rushed whisper. "It'll be fine" replied Francis calmly smoothing her short skirt down, "Its meal time everyone will be in the canteen." "Oh right" said Jon in a more measured tone, he then looked up at Francis, "what else did you tell her?" he asked. "Ahh," replied Francis looking mischievous, "you will have to wait and see." Francis smiled, opened the door and left closing the door behind her. Jon stood up and grabbed his coat; he exited his office and locked the door behind him. Jon climbed up the old wooden staircase to his apartment and closed his door. St Joseph's School For Girls Ch. 2 by Dragonia © Jon woke early that morning, before his alarm clock had gone off. He quickly showered, dressed and made himself breakfast. He sat for a while as he drank his coffee, looking out his window over the foggy mores of Wiltshire. His thoughts turned to Jennifer Cahill. She was the girl that he and Francis had turned from a moody arrogant bitch into a submissive slut. Jon also was curious about what Dr Francis James' orders to Jenny had been last night, what did she say to her. Whatever it was he was sure that it would be worth the wait. He grabbed his briefcase and made his way out of the door locking it behind him. He then walked down the dusty old corridor and down the dusty old stairs and into his dusty old office. He closed the door behind him, put his briefcase down and picked up his notes for his first lesson. He walked over to his classroom and sat patiently in his chair waiting for his class to arrive. About two minutes late they did, all talking and laughing as they entered the room. Jennifer Cahill was the last to enter the room; she was dressed normally now. Jenny wore her white school shirt and tie, a short pleated school skirt, her hair in pig tails and on her feet she wore pop socks and her new six-inch stilettos. She strode into the classroom and took her seat. The class went all right for about half an hour, Jenny looked like she was paying attention and Jon was starting to enjoy the interaction between him and the class. Jon looked over at Jenny; she stuck her tongue out at him. Jon was a little taken back but as no one else noticed he ignored it and carried on his teaching. She started to take more and more participation in the class, at one point she replied that she didn't think that the French should be in the EU because they were all 'slimy bastards'. This of course caused outrage especially among the French students and it disintegrated from a heated debate into an all out slanging match. Jon tried to calm the class down, but he was not having any effect. He raised his voice more slamming his fist on the table. The class went quiet except for Jenny who jumped look up at Jon, stuck her tongue out, then said, "what the fuck did you do that for? You cunt!" The class went quiet; no one would dare speak to a teacher in such a way. Jon was a little confused, had the potion worn off? Was she back to her old arrogant self? What made him more confused was that not only was she wearing her stilettos from yesterday but also that she kept playfully sticking her tongue out at him. Jenny sat there indignant. Jon looked sternly at Jenny, the whole class waiting to see what he would do next. "Jenny, excuse me?" he said. "You heard," she replied with a cheeky grin on her face. One of the girls in the class leant over to Jenny and softly, "stop it or you're gonna get the cane." Jenny smiled and looked at Jon, "is that it Sir, are you going to give me the cane?" Jenny stuck her tongue out at him again. "Well I don't know if that's necessary," said Jon as he backed up. "Come on you wimp," Jenny said as she stood up, she looked directly at Jon smiling, "I need a good spanking because I've been a very bad girl, after all I did call you a cunt." Jon had finally realised what was going on, it was part of Francis' plan for Jenny to publicly humiliate herself. Jon wasn't about to ruin the fun. "Jenny come her now" he commanded. Jenny sprang out from behind her desk and hopped playfully towards Jon. "How do you want me Sir," asked Jenny standing in front of Jon, "how about bent over your desk?" Jenny stepped forward and bent over Jon's big oak desk, Her little skirt rode up and showed off her firm thighs. Her butt wasn't quite visible but it was nearly there, Jenny spread her legs apart, her skirt rose up to show that she was not wearing any knickers, she then waited patiently. The class were mesmerised as was Jon, there was a pretty girl wearing school uniform and six-inch stilettos bent over the teachers desk waiting to be spanked showing the class her shaved pussy. Jon regained his composure and picked up his cane from the corner of the room. In truth he had never used it, but it was good to keep as a deterrent. Jon moved closer to Jenny and placed his hand on her lower back causing her skirt to rise a little more. He spanked her with the cane once, but not being very experienced he caught the material of her skirt, it sounded out a dull thunk. Jenny tutted, she then reached back and pulled her skirt completely up to aid in Jon's spanking. Her bare pussy and butt were on show to the whole class. The class was completely quiet watching what was happening. Jon looked to the class the girls all looked a little red-faced, they were all breathing quite deeply and Fiona who sat at the back definitely had her hand in her knickers. Jon moved back to Jenny and spanked her once again with his cane, this was a better swing and it left a red stripe across Jenny's white butt. Jenny cried out, the cry changing to a moan half way through. Again Jon swung his cane; he left just enough time for the sting to kick in before swinging again. Jenny cried out loader and loader, after a while Jon was starting to get concerned that someone might hear them, the walls and doors were solid oak but Jenny was screaming very load. He looked at the class, all of the girls looking at him, "I need something to gag her with, do you have anything?" The girls all looked around, eventually Fiona called out, "here use these"; she threw something to Jon who caught it. Jon opened it out to reveal Fiona's wet knickers, Jon looked back at her who sat legs spread with a big grin on her face. Jon took the knickers rolled them up and walked round to Jenny's face. "Open your mouth," he commanded of Jenny. Jenny opened her mouth wide and Jon slid the rolled up knickers in, "now bite down on these," Jenny did as she was told biting down on the soiled knickers. Jon returned to Jenny's butt where he delivered two more spanks in quick succession, Jenny could only moan in pain and pleasure. Jon kept spanking her, he lost count of how many time he had spanked her with the cane. There was a loud knock at the door, Jon and the class jumped. Jon quickly walked over to the door and opened it slightly to see who it was. As he opened it he saw Dr James and opened it enough for her to enter. She stopped and looked at Jenny who was still bend over the desk with her skirt pulled up showing the class her pussy and white butt which now looked red with cane marks. Jon stopped and looked at Francis, she wore a white see-through blouse that showed off her huge breasts that were encased in a lace bra, a very short skirt that hardly concealed her butt and most impressively she wore knee high black leather stiletto boots. Francis looked amazing her hair was in a ponytail that sat on top of her head and curled down onto her shoulder. Francis strode confidently to the front of the class and addressed the girls. "Good morning girls," she said projecting her voice to the back of the class. "Good morning Dr James" the class replied in unison. "Now class, Miss Cahill her has been a very naughty little girl, is there anyone else who has been naughty and needs to be punished?" The class was quiet all of them looking at Francis. After a while Fiona who was still sat with her legs apart raised her hand. Fiona was a pretty girl with long brown hair and very slim body. She wore the customary school uniform, white shirt, school tie, pleated skirt, pop socks and shoes. "Come here Fiona" commanded Francis placing her hands on her hips. Fiona sheepishly stood up and walked slowly to towards Francis. Francis stepped to one side and directed Fiona to bend over Jon's desk just as Jenny was doing. Francis walked right up behind Fiona and softly picked up the hem of her skirt and lifted it up revealing her little white butt and her bare pussy. Francis looked surprised, she turned to the class, "girls, has everyone here got a shaved pussy?" No one answered? "Emma?" asked Francis looking at the girl sat directly in front of her. "Yes Miss" she replied. "Do you shave your pussy Emma?" "Yes Miss" she replied bowing her head in embarrassment. "And you Sarah?" Francis asked to the girl behind Emma. "Yes Miss" All the girls answered yes to Francis' question. She turned and looked at Jon, she said aloud, "looks like you have a class of sluts here Mr Daly." Jon just nodded looking at the girls in his class who were even redder now. Francis looked back at the desk, Jenny and Fiona were both bent over, waiting for their punishment. Francis walked around to Fiona's face and looked at her, she then fished into her bag and pulled out a small vile of clear liquid. She moved very close to Fiona and whispered to her softly. "Drink this you slut!" Fiona did as she was told and drank the liquid. Francis then moved over to Jon and whispered in his ear. I made some modifications to the free-will inhibitor it now has no side-effects and works immediately, she winked at him then took his cane from his hand and circled the desk back to where Jenny and Fiona's butts were on show. She raised the cane and landed it on Fiona's butt who let out a scream. Francis looked dismayed; she circled back to Fiona's face. She glanced over at Jenny who still had Fiona's knickers wedged in her mouth. "Looks like Jenny was a screamer too," she said softly to Fiona. Francis then walked back out the front of the class and looked around. "Girls I have a special gift for you" she announced. The girls just watched. Francis went over to her bag and pulled out several more vile of clear liquid. She then went round and handed them to each of the girls. Emma, Sarah, Petra, Connie and Lisa all were given a vile of liquid. Francis then returned to the front of the class and told the girls to drink. They looked at it and drank, not one of them hesitated downing the liquid. Francis smiled, "very good" she proclaimed. Francis walked up to Connie. Connie was a French student she had long curly auburn hair, large breasts and a good figure, she was also very tall for a girl, only slightly shorter than Francis was and she wore high heels. Francis leant down to Francis' ear and whispered something into it, she then looked at Jon and winked. Francis walked to the back of the class and perched on the side of a desk to watch. Connie stood up and walked towards Jon, she started to take off her tie and unbutton her shirt. Her breasts were encased in a nice white bra that pushed them up to show off a lot of cleavage. She took the bra off too and walked slowly towards Jon. Once she was right next to Jon she fell to her knees and went for his zipper. She undid his trousers and pulled them down and then pulled his shorts down to release his rigid cock. Connie grabbed it with her hand and started to massage it up and down. Jon put his head back to enjoy the feeling. She then took Jon's cock in her mouth and started to suck it off. Francis meanwhile had walked to the front of the class to where Jenny and Fiona lay. Jenny had her eyes glued on Jon's cock her appetite for cum had not been fed for a while. Francis told the two girls to stand and undress except for their shoes and socks. They of course did as they were told and before long they were both naked stood in front of Francis, Jenny wearing her stilettos and Fiona in her flat shoes. "Do a sixty-nine on the desk girls" Francis asked, "Jenny you get on top." Fiona lay on the desk and Jenny straddled Fiona's face and let her face fall between Fiona's legs. Jenny started licking straight away her thirst for pussy juice was now being quenched. Francis watched for a while Jenny's tongue darting in and out of Fiona's young pussy. She then turned to the other end where Fiona was licking Jenny's pussy, "lick her butt hole as well Fiona" commanded Francis. Fiona started licking Jenny's butt that made Jenny buck up and down in pleasure. Jon was having a great time; he was watching two sexy young girls licking each others pussy's while another sucked his cock. Francis felt horny and decided that it was time for her to feel good. She sat on the desk and spread her legs wider, her skirt rose up around her hips, she of course was not wearing knickers and now everyone could see. She called Emma, Sarah and Petra to come to her. Emma was the youngest in the class and also the smallest. She was very thin with small breasts and short blonde hair. Sarah was also blonde with an amazing figure, large breasts thin waist and sexy hips. As the oldest, she thought it gave her the entitlement to dress more like an adult. She always wore makeup, wore her skirt very short, her neckline very low and her shoes very high. Petra was slim and pretty but you couldn't really tell much more than that, she was French and dressed very conservatively usually in long pleated skirts and big baggy tops. Francis smiled at the three girls in front of her, looking at Petra she told her to remove her jumper and her skirt. She did and much to Francis' surprise underneath her jumper she wore a corset, it pushed her medium sized breasts up and together, she then took her skirt off to show she wore stockings that attached to the bottom of her corset and a very delicate lace thong. She looked amazing and Francis approved, Francis ordered Petra to lick her pussy to which she obeyed, getting down on her knees and pushing her lips and tongue against Francis' warm, wet hole. Francis moaned as Petra got to work. She looked at Emma and Sarah, "you two kiss" she said a little short of breath. They did as they were told passionately grabbing each other and kissing each other deeply. Francis watched the pleasure running over her. Jon looked over at Francis who had Petra busy between her legs; Connie was pumping his cock up and down quickly with her hand while her tongue flicked over the head of his cock. Jon moaned in pleasure. Francis looked over at Jon who was flushed with colour as Connie sucked his cock deep into her throat once again. Francis bent over and gestured for Sarah to come closer. Sarah broke off her kissing with Emma and listened intently to Francis. Sarah then walked over to Connie and whispered something in her ear. Jon looked on intently. Connie removed Jon's cock from her mouth but held it up straight. Sarah lifted her skirt and stepped over Connie's arm; she had her back to Jon and lowered her pussy down onto his cock. Sarah sank all the way down onto Jon's cock groaning as she went. Connie leant forward and started to lick all along the point where Jon's cock entered Sarah, she licked at the base of Jon's cock and at Sarah's stretched open pussy lips. Francis started to cum, Petra continued to lick her as she convulsed. Francis was intently watching Jon who was being fucked by Sarah and licked by Connie. Jon lifted his hands and cupped Sarah's curvy breasts, squeezing them hard together as she slowly moved up and down on his hard cock. Jon looked over to his right where Fiona was bringing Jenny to yet another orgasm. Fiona herself had been through several. "Jenny stop what you are doing," Jon said out loud. Jenny of course stopped, "and you Fiona, go and sit on the front desk and spread your legs wide open." They both did as they were told sitting on the front desk legs wide apart, "now finger your pussy until you cum" Jon demanded. The girls started pushing their fingers deep into their pussy. Jenny was managing to get all four of her fingers up inside her pussy while Fiona was using two. "Now lick your fingers clean" demanded Jon as he looked over Sarah's shoulder who was still bouncing up and down on him. Jenny and Fiona both removed their fingers from their pussies and started to lick them clean in an almost feline way. Once the girls had licked themselves clean they went back to fingering themselves. Francis was about to cum for the second time; she reached to the desk and picked up the cane bringing down on Petra's butt as she licked Francis' pussy. Petra squealed in delight every time the cane landed on her and pushed her face harder against the wet pussy in front of her. Jon couldn't take any more and was very close to cumming, his balls were tensing and his cock felt huge. He grabbed Sarah's hips and pushed her down as far as she would go onto his cock while he pumped his creamy cum deep inside her young body. Sarah lifted herself off Jon's cock and went and lay on the desk, Connie almost immediately went to her licking cum that was now slowly dribbling from her expanded pussy lips. Connie took to it quickly lapping up every drop of the white goo as it left Sarah's body. Jon's cock was a little deflated, he looked at Jenny who was still busy fingering herself. He told her to stop and come to him. She complied and was soon stood naked in front of him. "Suck me until I am hard again whore," he said looking deeply into Jenny's eyes, she dropped to her knees taking Jon's lip cock in her mouth started to slowly suck it to rigidity. Jenny had sucked Jon's cock and it was now rigid, Jon told her to straddle him, she swung her legs over his lap and slowly lowered herself down onto his hard cock. She started to bounce up and down her bunches swinging back and forth as she did, she wrapped her legs around Jon's back and thrust harder. Then she stopped and clasped her head, she went all white and looked slowly around the room. Then she looked directly at Jon, "what am I doing she asked?" slowly in a confused state. "Oh shit" Jon said, "Francis, Francis" he called out. Francis pushed Petra away from her pussy and walked over to Jon and Jenny. "What is it?" she said looking at Jon. "I think its wearing off," said Jon in a directed whisper. "Really?" said Francis with a wry smile. Francis clapped her hands and told the girls to stop what they were doing and to circle Jenny and Jon who were still linked cock to pussy. They did this. Francis looked at Jenny, "Jenny do you know where you are?" she asked softly. Jenny who had her eyes closed as was shaking her head from side to side tried to open her eyes, "no" she replied softly. "Open your eyes Jenny," said Francis softly. Jenny rubbed her eyes with the back of her hands and shook her head again; this time she managed to open her eyes enough to look around. "Dr James?" she asked looking at Francis. "Yes Jenny its me" she replied. "What's happening" asked Jenny looking directly at Francis. "Take a look for your self" replied Francis looking down at where Jon's cock entered Jenny's pussy. "Oh my god" she replied, "Mr Daly?" Jon just nodded "Oh my god you're fucking me" Jenny said again as she tried to lift herself up and off Jon's cock. "Stop her girls," said Francis. Connie grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back down as Sarah and Emma each grabbed an arm to prevent her from lashing out. "I'm going to have you all arrested" screamed Jenny as she was pushed down onto Jon's cock. "Petra give me your knickers, but give your pussy and rub with them first," said Francis all the time looking at Jenny who was powerless to move. Petra started to rub her delicate lace knickers against her wet pussy, after a minute of so they were soaked in her juices. Petra slipped them off and handed them to Francis. "I don't think that these are going to be big enough replied Francis looking at the tiny knickers that Petra had just handed her. "Fiona go and get your knickers from the floor over there!" she commanded. Fiona did as she was told and returned with the rolled up knickers that had once been used to gag Jenny when she was being spanked. "Francis smiled at Fiona, now push them up Sarah's pussy get them coated in Mr Daly cum that's inside of her. "Yes miss" replied Fiona as she leant over and eased Sarah's legs apart, she then started to slowly feed the knickers up into Sarah's pink hole, bit by bit until they were completely inside her. Fiona then started to lick at Sarah's clit until she came this didn't take long as Sarah pussy was full and she hadn't had an orgasm yet. Fiona then carefully removed the wet knickers from Sarah's pussy and carefully handed them to Francis. "Thank you Fiona" replied Francis taking the knickers careful not to loose any cum that they contained. Francis rolled them up, she grabbed Jenny by the jaw and forced her mouth open enough to stuff the knickers in, she then used Petra's little knickers to hold the others in place by wrapping them around her head. Francis then set about humiliating the stuck up little bitch. Sarah and Emma started to fondle Jenny's breasts with their free hands, while Connie helped Jon fuck Jenny by lifting her up and then pushing her back down on him. It didn't take long before Jenny was voluntarily bouncing up and down on Jon's cock as an orgasm approached her. Francis went to the desk and grabbed her bag, out of which she pulled out a large strap-on double-ended dildo and a camera. She beckoned Petra to her and eased one end of the dildo into her tight pussy; she let out a cry as it entered her. Francis used it to fuck her a couple more times before taking the straps and fastening it to her tightly around her legs and waist. Francis then beckoned Fiona over and told her to firstly lick Jenny's butt and then lick the dildo so that is well lubricated. Fiona bent down next to Jenny's butt and started to lick her butt, pushing her tongue deep as she could into her tight butt. After a while she stopped and went to Petra who stood there with a nine-inch rubber cock, Fiona sank to her knees and feverishly sucked and licked the rubber cock. Petra moaned out loud as Fiona pumped the cock forcing more and more deep into Petra's pussy. Fiona stopped and returned to her viewpoint. Petra moved up behind Jenny and positioned her rubber cock right at Jenny's butt. Jon slowed Jenny's bouncing and he slowly eased her down onto his cock while the rubber cock forced its way into her tight virgin butt. A muffled scream was heard and Francis laughed; some of the girls joined in laughing at Jenny. Petra and Jon pumped into Jenny simultaneously as she bounced up and down. Jenny was bucking up and down and it was hard for Emma and Sarah to hold onto her arms. Emma lost her grip, and Jenny's arm just went to Jon's shoulder to help her get more momentum in her thrusts. Francis told Sarah to let go as well. Jenny gripped onto Jon's shoulders lifting herself up and down, pushing her butt back onto the rubber cock and sinking her pussy down onto Jon's cock. Francis loved it; she walked around the scene taking pictures of Jenny as she went. He favourite pose was of Jenny with her mouth open moaning as she was fucked hard up the butt and pussy again and again, the sweat poured from her face, making her hair and face look a mess. Connie wanted more so she reached in and kissed Jenny straight on the lips pushing her tongue deep inside Jenny's mouth, Jenny reciprocated clutching Connie's head and pulling it closer to hers. It wasn't long before Jenny had her orgasm; of course Francis caught it on film, Jenny's being kissed by Connie while being fucked in the pussy and butt. Once she came Francis told Connie and Petra to move aside. Petra slid her cock out of Jenny's butt, Jenny let out a audible sigh. Francis pointed at Fiona, "Petra go and fuck her with your new cock." "Yes miss" replied Petra walking over to Fiona, bending her over and fucking her pussy for all she was worth. "Get up replied Francis to Jenny who grudgingly lifted herself off of Jon's cock, she stood to the side looking admiringly at her shoes which she hadn't noticed before. Francis with her back to Jon lifted her skirt up around her hips and lowered her pussy onto Jon's still hard cock, "owww, that's good" she said looking at Jenny. "It feels good to have a hard cock in your pussy doesn't it Jenny?" Jenny just nodded. Francis started to bounce up and down on Jon's cock while Jenny who was still gagged looked on intently. "Jenny come here" commanded Francis. Jenny moved closer to Francis. Francis removed her gag and pushed her onto her knees, she then pulled her face right to her clit, "lick you slut" she commanded pushing Jenny's head hard against her pussy. Jenny started to lick, tasting the mix of pre-cum and juices that were coming from both Jon and Francis. Francis bounced up and down on Jon's cock tensing her pussy muscles as she did, Jon was close to cumming as was Francis and they came together. Jon pumped his cum, up into Francis' pussy. Once she had milked all she could from his cock Francis lifted off and sat in the chair next to him. Jenny stood there looking at them both. "Clean Mr Daly's cock with your mouth!" Francis commanded Jenny. Jenny took the cock and licked it clean. "Now my pussy slut." Jenny looked down at Francis' pussy; there was a dribble of cum escaping as she held her legs open for Jenny. Jenny lent down and reluctantly started to lick and suck Francis' pussy until it was clean of cum. Jon picked up the camera and took some pictures of Jenny licking clean Francis and then told Jenny to pose for some more. She did spreading her legs at every opportunity to show off her pink pussy lips. "My god" exclaimed Jon; "she really is a slut." Francis just nodded, stood up and pulled her skirt back in place. Jon got dressed. Francis beckoned Petra over to her and removed the dildo that she had just used to fuck Fiona with. "Girls get dressed" commanded Francis. They all started looking around the room for their clothes, "however" added Francis, "no knickers ever again!" "Yes miss" the class replied in unison. The class all took their seats leaving their knickers in a pile on Jon's desk. Jenny sat in her seat unable or unwilling to look up. The bell went and the girls all stood up and left. The weekend was quite uneventful as they usually were in this part of England. Everyone took the time to catch up on work and sleep. Monday morning arrived and the girls filed quietly into class all of them looked like they had a hangover, rubbing their eyes and shaking their heads. Jenny walked in last as usual and took her seat. Jon smiled at her when he noticed that she was wearing her stiletto heels. None of the girls except Jenny seemed to have any recollection of the previous day's events. Jon smiled and carried on with his teaching when he turned his head back to the class he noticed that every single girl had lifted their skirts high enough under the desk that he could see their naked pussies. Jon laughed out loud. The girls look confused as Jon laughed, but Jon just carrying on with his teaching. Jenny was never disruptive again, in fact she passed her exams and St Joseph's remained open.

Student Bodies - In Spain by WillingWolf A dozen students have a really sexy holiday. Authored by Frankie and Friends and compiled by Frankie Chapter 10 Pedro's Restaurant again. Frankie. We were sitting around the pool one day towards the middle of the third week reminiscing about Pedro's and whatever they must have thought of us. Sarah had never really told the guys what had happened to her in the toilets as she was picking up the bill, so now after a few drinks they persuaded her to spill the beans. 'Looking back on the whole evening it was great fun,' she said. 'I'll admit I was a bit shocked at the time to find myself in the toilet with them watching me pee and then being fucked by one waiter and giving another a blow job. They were good looking boys though.' She half smiled, 'and the one I was sitting on, he was a really big boy if you know what I mean.' We all did. There was no need for her to go into details, anyway all the girls had been told the story at length. And I do mean at length. 'We should go back there,' said Josh. 'What about it girls? Would you like that sort of evening again.' We all looked at each other and Cindy shrugged. Yasmin smiled and said 'Suits me, but only if everyone else wants to do it. I am not fussed.' Hannah laughed and said, 'Yasmin you little liar. You came back and said that was one of the best nights you ever had and you wished we could do it all over again.' Little slut. She blushed strongly, 'That was not quite what I said, sneak. Remind me to tell you any more secrets, I don't think.' We all laughed. 'Don't worry Yas,' I added, 'I think we all enjoyed it, although I think I had just about the worst of it. I was the one who had to start it all off with the asparagus and then I was the one who had to pee in the jug. I was so embarrassed, and I didn't get to fuck the waiter like Sarah here. Go on then Josh, I think we are all up for it, particularly if you can get a discount again. They might not even want us back of course. 'I am positive that they would. If they knew we were coming they would arrange the evening around us. How would you feel about being exposed and humiliated before a restaurant full of strangers? And we will get a cheap food and drink evening.' If we had not been sold on the idea of a whole roomful of people ogling us, and I certainly was getting sticky at the thought of it, the free food and drink would have sold it. Anyway, Josh and Pete went into town that afternoon by bus and negotiated the deal. They came back to say they would be delighted to have us and yes, we had managed to get a good deal. It was a minimum of fifty percent off and maybe more depending how the evening went. 'Smart casual, with skirts, underwear to include bras, g-strings and stockings,' was the dress code. We duly assembled in the lounge and raised our skirts. We declined the reversed, knotted g-strings on the basis that most us were already creaming at the thought of the night ahead. We were not really going to take our clothes off in a restaurant, with other people watching? Were we? We had a drink or three en route and arrived at the restaurant about nine. We were the last table to fill and I noticed that not only were all the other tables full but that there were only two or three girls in the whole place. We found out later that Pedro's had sold tickets to stag groups at a premium to the normal food and drink prices. They were confident that we would put on a show. My heart sank but my crotch creamed even more. There was wine and Spanish bubbly on the table, so we quickly settled in. The menus followed and we picked out our first two courses. Pete gave us no chance for a breathing space before he drew our attention to the fact that a few of the people on the other tables who were eating their starters already, were eating asparagus tips. 'I think you know what you must do girls. Offer to season it for them.' We giggled and in high spirits trouped down to the expectant tables. I spotted this big guy about to eat his last spear and sidled up to him and said 'Can I season it for you.' He looked a bit blank so I picked it up in my fingers and eased it under my g-string along my warm and sticky little slit. I managed to stay decently covered and withdrew it before placing it between his lips. I started turning back to return to my table to hear a lady behind me say, 'Damn, I wish I hadn't eaten my asparagus so quickly.' I returned back to my table and my starter of lush ripe figs. I looked down at them and was glad that the lady had not had these. Who knows what she might have wanted me to do. The starters were finished and gathered up and, as they were going, Pete, this time, produced a pair of dice. 'How lucky do you feel girls. I want you to take these down to the tables over there and bet your clothes against theirs. Highest wins. Draw no bet. Bring me back two pairs of trousers. 'Why don't you go first Lucy.' Lucy gulped, picked up the dice and chose a really good-looking lad on one of the tables. He had obviously heard the rules of the task that had been set for her and was delighted to throw a five. Sure enough her three was not good enough and she peeled off her shirt and threw again. This time she won and collected his trousers. Turning to the next guy she offered him the dice and laughed as he threw a one. You could see him groan and start to undo his trousers. But wait, she threw a one as well. No winner. They threw again and this time Lucy lost again and slowly removed her skirt. Now it was getting interesting but she threw a four to his two, claimed his trousers and returned to her seat victoriously. Cindy was offered the dice next and duly went off to find a good-looking lad. I had quickly calculated that while there were thirty to forty pairs of trousers to win, between us we had six or even seven items of clothing each including stockings and the odd suspender belt. I could see that it was going to be close and each girl needed a bit of luck to stay modest. While I was calculating Cindy had won a pair of trousers with her first throw but then lost twice in a row to lose her pretty yellow top and ra-ra skirt. 'Before you throw,' said the guy. 'I am not throwing for your stockings. I would like to see those stay on. I want your bra or panties.' A cheer arose. Cindy tried in vain to bet with a couple of the other guys but they were all agreed. They wanted to see the stockings stay on. This changed the odds dramatically. Cindy was forced to agree and bet her bra, but won. She gleefully collected his trousers and returned to the table with her booty. In the meantime I had worked out that with only twenty four items of clothing between us we were in trouble. We needed to be more than twice as lucky as the men. Mind you we would stop after one round and we had collected two pairs each. Wouldn't we? Yasmin followed but had dreadful luck. She could not seem to throw better than a two. She even stopped and threw a couple of practice throws after losing both her blouse and skirt to the first guy she approached. She changed dice with him and tried to offer him a throw for her stockings and the suspender belt that she had on. No takers. At last with her third throw she got lucky and took his trousers with a three to his one. She turned to the next boy and gave him the dice. He threw a six for her bra ands sat back with glee. Her two was not nearly good enough and a cheer rent the air. Embarrassed, she lowered the bra down her arms. The drink was obviously telling on some of the guys as a couple of calls were heard, 'That's a boy. Where are her tits.' Yasmin was quick to pick up her bra and started to put it back on saying, 'If you don't like them...' She was reassured by the majority of the guys shouting in her defence, and anyway what the hell was she going to do about it anyway. We knew she was going to end up at some stage with no clothes on. Luckily for her she won the next throw and claimed the trousers before returning to the table. Hannah was next up and was very lucky collecting her two pairs for the loss of only her blouse. She threw them on to the growing pile. Sarah was remarkably quickly back at her place for the loss of her top and skirt and I was handed the dice. Like Yasmin I started badly, to lose my top and skirt in two throws. I knew I had a good body and was receiving my fair share of whistles. I had a pretty good tan and the white lacy underwear and stockings I had chosen that night contrasted well. I knew I looked good. I eventually won a pair of trousers and was a little blasé about my bra anyway. I so rarely wore one nowadays that I would be almost pleased to get it off. Sure enough, off it came, and now I realised why I should have wanted to keep it. I was betting for my panties. I was going to be the first person to go naked before all these lusting men. I really started to get hot and sticky. I did not dare look down to see if my lacy g was showing a wet patch yet. We had all been a bit worked up and moist, so the boys said, as we left the villa, but I had relaxed and lost some of the sexual tension. Now it was coming back full force. I knew I wanted to take them off in front of all these people. But something stopped me. What would my mother say? Luckily I won and scooted back to the table with my spoils. Our main courses arrived and all activity stopped while we ate and drank some more bubbly. 'Shot time,' called Josh to a huge cheer. I knew the boys liked a few shots but their reaction was over the top. I thought. 'Body shots with tequila,' called Josh. 'Off you go girls. One lay down on each table please. A line of salt on your tummy, a shot glass of tequila between your breasts and a slice of lime in your mouth. No hands guys.' This was fun. Yas and I were the only topless ones and we were popular as the calls of 'Frankie over here' and 'Yasmin, our table please' showed. We all chose a table and the boys lined up to lick a line of salt off our bellies drink the shot and squeeze the lime between our mouths. It inevitably ended as a big sloppy kiss with tongues. Back to the table but our rest was short. As the waiters cleared away the dice were given first to Hannah, sitting here almost fully dressed and off she went again. Her luck was not nearly so good this time and she quickly lost her skirt and then her bra before winning a pair of trousers. Her magnificent breasts were greeted with cheers and obscene comments about what the boys would like to do with them. Still her luck did not change as her punter threw a six. The room had gone quiet somehow. They knew that sooner or later someone was going to lose their panties and that this could be the one. Anything other than a six and they were off. A four meant they were off. Poor Hannah went red. We later found out that she was as worried about what to bet next, as she was taking her knickers off. She really had turned into quite a little exhibitionist. She turned her back on the lad like all good strippers do and eased them over her bottom to cheers. Turning she shimmied and they dropped to her feet with a roar of excitement. The boys realised that we were playing for real. 'If you win you can play with my tits,' Hannah suggested. This was acceptable to the lad, especially as she had such a wonderful pair. She won the next throw and came scampering back with the two pairs of trousers to add to the growing pile. It also set the next bet after losing your g-string. I remember thinking that it could have been an awful lot worse. Lucy followed and at first was going well. Her first pair of trousers were collected with no loss, but she lost her bra with her second throw and her panties with her third throw to this slightly gormless looking individual. Surely, she would not lose three in a row. No. She laughed in relief, stuck out her tongue and said, 'Better luck next time. Yeah right.' He cheated, of course, at this provocation, he was not as dim as he looked. He made a grab for her tits as he handed over his trousers. He was just quick enough to grab one by the nipple and squeeze it hard enough for Lucy's squeal to be heard above the hubbub. My nipples firmed in solidarity. Why wasn't I down there. I was feeling very randy. Cindy was sent next, but, while she was trying to select a reasonable looking guy who still had trousers left on, Pete took Lucy down into the kitchen. She followed him down through the restaurant, modestly trying to keep a hand over her little bald muff. We wondered where they were off to. Cindy got pretty lucky. She found a fit-looking lad and took his trousers with her first bet. She was not quite as lucky with his buddy sitting beside him, and lost both her bra and g-string to him. She told us later that although he wasn't the best-looking boy in the bunch she was really hoping to get her breasts squeezed and sucked. Fate however did not have that in mind and she was back with her two pairs. Sarah was chosen next and she had a really bad run to lose both her bra and panties for the first pair of trousers, and humiliatingly had her tits groped for the second pair. She also established the level of the next bet by agreeing to bend over in front of him so that he could fondle her crack if she lost. She did however throw a six to his four and escaped with at least that part of her body unmolested. The next to throw was Yasmin and she won her first pair with the first throw. After that the poor girl, or maybe the lucky girl, the way I was beginning to feel, lost her panties with the next throw. This lad was so rude about her tits when she declared the next bet that she moved on to the guy beside him. When she duly lost he was as happy as a pig-in-shit as he played with her tits even if they were small. He nibbled away at her nipples and was delighted to see them standing out firm and proud. She then struck gold and claimed her last pair pf trousers. She whispered to me as she came past, 'I really need an orgasm.' That was exactly the way I felt. I was next and practically snatched up the dice. The problem was we were running out of youngish or good-looking guys. I was forced to choose this guy in his fifties I guess, who was not too bad looking, but sitting between a pair of gross fat guys, who were already sweating up in anticipation. Had I thought carefully I would have chosen one of the fat guys first. I was lucky, or perhaps unlucky, to get the older guy's trousers with the first throw and I turned towards one of the fat guys. To cheers I lost and happily spun around and slipped off my g-string. I was really feeling hot. The juices were flowing. I could smell them and feel the fact that the ooze was starting to moisten my thighs. The same guy gleefully bet me for my tits and my hot spots quickly cooled at thought of his sweaty paws. Sure enough I lost, and he groped and slobbered over my breasts for what felt like ages. The problem with stopping him was that if I lost the next throw, he was going straight to my puss. Nobody like him had ever been near it before. I would have to do it though. I started to get stickier and stickier at the thought of bending over for his sweaty little hands and piggy little eyes to devour me. This was going to be a test. Would I scream? I eventually could stand his slobbering no more, bit the bullet and with shaking hands rolled a three. I shouted aloud as he rolled a two. I thought he was going to cry as he took off his undoubtedly smelly, huge trousers. Yeahhhh. 'Shot time again,' called Josh to cheers. 'Off you go girls. Frankie, Lucy is a little tied up at the moment will you do two tables please. All choose a different table this time. Now this time I would like you to sprinkle the salt on their nipples guys, then when you have licked that pour the contents of the shot glass into her tummy button before licking it out. The lime will be in her mouth as before. Off you go.' This as you can imagine took a little time particularly the salt licking, but I didn't hear any complaints from the other girls. We were eventually back to the table Pete took back control of the evening and asked everyone to be seated because dessert was about to be served. And what a dessert. Now we knew where Lucy had gone. She arrived lying face up, spread legged, and covered from neck to toes in chocolate cream dessert. The gooey chocolate moulded itself around her breasts, over her pudenda and even under her arms and between her toes. The head waiter who had decorously steered the trolley on a tour of the room eventually called up the tables one by one. While there were spoons on the table everyone could help themselves using their fingers to put it on the plate or even their tongues if they only wanted a mouthful. We were eventually called last, to find poor Lucy in a state, both physically and mentally. Just about everyone had taken the opportunity to grope her and she was sticky with both chocolate and her own juices. She whispered to me, 'Cindy I really need an orgasm. Can you help me please. I am going to burst.' I found out later that the waiters under the guise of hygiene, had soaped her and played with every orifice before coating her slowly and tantalisingly with the chocolate mixture. They had of course tested it for lickability and she had been desperate to come even before being wheeled in. Unfortunately for her Pete heard this whisper and shook his head at me. 'I will sort it for her,' he murmured. 'Gentlemen,' he called. I need four volunteers. 'My little friend Lucy here needs an orgasm. Can anyone help.' You can imagine the reaction from the boys, from whom Pete picked four. Lucy again later told us that she had blushed to the very soles of her feet, but that this had been obscured by the chocolatey smears still covering her body. Pete arranged the boys around the trolley. They had all removed their shirts as they came to get dessert. Lucy automatically pushed her head to one side and opened her mouth to encourage one of the lads to drop his boxers and put his cock in her mouth. The other lad at her head found her right hand investigating the front of his boxers in order to wank him off. Meantime the other two did not stand idle, one concentrated on playing with her tits, the other pushing first one, then two, then three fingers up her squelching hole. Lucy took no time at all in starting on what was obviously going to be a fabulous orgasm. Even so the lad she was fellating came first, pulling out of her mouth and spraying his cum all over her face. Lucy wasn't far behind however and came practically falling off the trolley jerking her legs around. On seeing this, the two lads playing with Lucy also lowered their boxers and started to gently massage their cocks. Their intentions were clearly to add to the cream over her body. Gradually the four boys moved their way around her body each getting their turn in her hand and her mouth and eventually spurting over her body. The head waiter then wheeled away the trolley. It was to be the last we saw of Lucy for some time. We would hear her, from time to time, screaming with pleasure in the kitchen. She returned to us nearly half an hour later, showered, but still naked and still shaking from a string of orgasms. After the desserts were finished and Lucy had been rolled away Josh called out that it was time for another round of shots. 'Off you go girls. This time perhaps Yasmin could manage two tables.' I think he chose Yas because he knew she was enjoying this immensely even if she was too shy to say so. 'Now this time girls, the salt will be around your nipples like last time but... ' Oh no what was going to happen now? 'But before you lay back down you must place a piece of the lime in your vaginas, not too deep because the guys have to get it out without using their hands. Then lay down and press your legs tightly together...' Nooo my worst fears were fully realised, I started to cream again. 'You may even want to cross one ankle over the other. The shot will be poured over your pussy and the guy will lap it from between your legs, eventually fighting his way in between your legs to get the slice of lime. Let's go.' What a cheer rent the room. I slipped the slice of lime half into my slot crossed my ankles and waited. I felt the salt being poured over my nipples which were now damp with either perspiration or saliva before the nearest lad started licking. I tensed as he moved down over my legs and the shot of chilled tequila was poured over my pudenda. I gamefully tried to hold as much as I could between my thighs as he snuffled and licked up everything he could find before forcing his way between my legs and grabbing the lime with his teeth. I hadn't cum with this one but I knew I was never going to make the next seven lads without climaxing at least once. One or two of them were going to get a very sticky piece of lime. I think all our legs were a bit wobbly. Yasmin practically had to be dragged off the table as she was pleading with the lads to 'Lick me again, please. Stick your fingers up me. Make me cum. Ohhh.' By the time we were all back at our table Lucy had joined us. She was still shaking from her time in the kitchen. I guessed that she had been the waiter's perks. It was getting towards midnight and we girls needed our beds, and somebody in them. 'Just one last little game girls. Take the trousers back to your donors and thank one of the guys on that table with a little blow job. I promised them one per table. They can decide amongst themselves who gets it. Well, you should have heard the shouting and the entreaties. I think even Josh realised that it would have been downright dangerous to send us poor innocent unprotected naked girls, well maybe not innocent, but you know what I mean down amongst the howling mob. 'Guys guys a little decorum please or no-one gets one. Nice and orderly. One person from each table up to the front here please. There was a rush of course. With at least twenty people storming the front. Josh took charge again. He made them all sit down and then produced his dice at each table in turn making the lads throw sixes for the pleasure of getting a blow job. Eventually order prevailed and six lads, well four lads and two older men as it happens, walked trouser-less to the front and produced their rampant cocks. There was a bit of a rush from us girlies to get the four younger lads, so consequently myself and Hannah who had been sitting towards the back of the table ended up with the older guys. Mine was not only older but probably weighed as much as the other five put together. And as for sweaty, well ..... His underwear was stained and moist and I had to take a deep breath of fresh air to get anywhere near him. But he did have a big cock and once you got used to the smell.... after a few moments I hardly noticed that he was playing with my tits and trying to get his hand between my legs. I was in so much need of being fucked myself that I vaguely remember facilitating him by moving round so that he could actually reach my bum and crack. Heaven? Maybe not, but any port in a storm as they say. He managed to get me off almost as quickly as I got him off. He poured a mouthful of cream into my mouth and while I considered swallowing it I thought he might prefer it if I just dribbled it over my tits, which is what I did. He was appreciative and ordered us girls a round of shots and me a bottle of their best champagne. I even kissed him on the mouth and let him taste his own cum to thank him. He may not have been good-looking but he was grateful, and rich. A wonderful combination. He also started a bit of a trend with a lot of the other guys buying us bottles to take home. I think they thought that we might take the donors with us. The restaurant ordered us taxis to take us all home. We girls grabbed the first one and agreed to meet our boys at home. By the time they arrived we had finished two of the cheaper bottles of bubbly and were tucked up in bed. Waiting of course for the boys to arrive. Cindy had drawn lots and on each door was a little yellow post-it note with a boy's name. We all promised not to get out of bed to read them and I waited with almost baited breath to see who it would be. I was delighted to see Jon in the doorway whispering, 'Frankie are you awake?' The mood I was in, it was going to be his lucky night. Chapter 11 Pete's story About seventeen or eighteen days some of us were beginning to worry about running out of money and, quite frankly, I for one, enjoyed the evenings in more than most of the evenings out. I never thought that I would be holidaying with a bunch of girls who wanted sex as much as us lads did. There also seemed to be little in the way of experimentation that they were not willing to try. I guess this is how it came about that a bunch of us boys were lounging by the pool one afternoon. We had been working out a bit, done some exercises and were relaxing with a beer. 'What about tonight?' was the call. 'I wouldn't mind staying in,' I said. 'In fact you may have to rope me and tie me to get me out if I can find a girl to stay with me.' I think that my unfortunate use of the word 'tie' caught the imaginations and a set of plans were hastily made. The feeling was that we would have our 'wicked' way with the girls first and if necessary pay the penalty of their imagination later. If we planned things right they may not have the energy or the will to do to us what we were hoping to do to them. A couple of the guys went shopping for a range of things including half a dozen large G clamps, that Luther had noticed in a hardware shop, while the rest of us set about refining the plan. As usual at dinner over a few drinks, the evening's entertainment was mulled over. The guys had agreed that I would stage-manage the evening so I went straight for the jugular. 'Look girls, I am getting a bit broke and anyway like the idea of staying in again. If you fancy an adventurous evening I have an idea. We all saw how Cindy got off to a bit of bondage, how about we all try it.' There were some dubious looks cast, but Cindy of course said 'Count me in.' Jon and Luther acquiesced, as planned, and then so did Frankie and Sarah. 'Look,' I said. 'Usual rules, nobody gets anything they don't want. We can have stop words to call, if you seriously want the other people to stop what they are doing to you.' 'All right, I'm in,' said Yasmin and Hannah agreed with her. There were nods all round. Chris went out to make some cocktail shots, with the idea of loosening everybody up and I continued to try to arrange the evening the way we had planned it. 'This really is a sort of individual thing mentally, so unless, like the role playing night, we insist that nobody gets to see what happens in advance, we might be better off doing say girls first then boys. Or we could go first if you like.' Frankie was quick to spot, as I hoped, that, if they started on us, we might get some strong ideas that we had not thought about. This way they could always do to us what we did to them. 'You boys tie us first,' was the general agreement, as the drinks were circulated. After about an hour I said, 'Ok let's make a start. If we can do this my way some of you may have a while to wait so the best thing is to have you all in separate rooms please.' That is how we had all six sitting in a different bedroom waiting. The boys knew what to do. Firstly we all went to a girl, blindfolded her and tied her hands behind her back. 'This the way it is going to go tonight' I hissed. 'You are going to be tied, beaten and fucked without mercy. Your stop words are Antithesis to stop any more physical actions and Xenophobia to stop any more sexual actions. Wait here now in the dark with your blindfold on and think about what is going to happen to you.' I had deliberately chosen unusual, and hard to remember words as stop words in the hope that they may forget them. We now collected three of the girls, of which Jon and I collected Hannah. I spun her around a couple of times to disorient her and led her to the hallway downstairs. We had fastened three of the g-clamps, one each over a doorway, using the wooden frame to support them. We had tried hauling on them and found that they were sufficiently strong for our purpose. We loosened Hannah's hands and pulled her t-shirt over her head, before refastening her hands above her head and tied tight to the g-clamp. It did not have to hold her weight, only stop her moving around. I could see and hear the other four guys tying Frankie and Lucy in a similar fashion. We were agreed that we would speak as little as possible so that the blindfolded girls would have no idea what was happening to the other girls who they could hear close by. Jon and I started playing with Hannah's gorgeous tits. Her arms being held high succeeded in pushing them right out front, rather than sagging slightly as was their wont. We undid the front fastening of her bra and they stood unfettered, rising magnificently. We kissed, licked, nibbled and pinched her nipples until they were tight, hard and probably a little sore. Jon undid the shoulder straps to ease the bra off completely. I put my hands under her skirt, slowly easing my hands up her thighs and lifting her skirt with it. She would be able to tell that I was gradually exposing her to view. Jon did the same from behind, folding the hem into the waist band to hold it there. He ran his hands over her bottom and we could feel her beginning to shudder with anticipation. I released her skirt and pulled it away from her feet. Just her panties were left. These were white, lacy with gauzy panels, through which we could see her bare pudenda. Together Jon and I insinuated out hands into her waistband and pulled them down. They were already sticky with pussy secretions and they stuck in her crack momentarily. Down they came. I started to slap her bottom while Jon again started playing with her tits. Smack after smack on alternate cheeks. We had collected some pegs from the washing line and we eased one onto each nipple. She started to howl and cry, 'No, no, no that hurts.' There was no sign of the stop word. Jon started to paddle her bottom with his hand again, while I, working on the principle that alternating pain and pleasure was acceptable, played with her lips and clitoris. She was leaking strongly and Jon paused in his ministrations to pick up a handful of ice. He passed a couple of lumps to me and we set about her body, running the ice lumps down her sides, over her breasts and eventually running a piece slowly along her crack from her clit to her arsehole. While Jon undressed I slapped her bottom ten or twelve times more. Jon then took over as I undressed. I could see that the other guys were reaching the same sort of stage as we were. Having warmed her up again we slipped off the pegs and she squealed anew as the blood rushed back to the extremities. We of course followed them up with more ice cubes, packing them around her breasts until she started to wail and cry. We took two, by now smallish, smooth lumps and inserted one each into her vagina and anus and stood back to watch her drip. We moved up close, Jon rubbing his chest against her tits enabling her to feel his rampant cock against her stomach. I stood close behind her so that as Jon pushed, she backed into me, the meat in our sandwich. Jon eased his cock into her crack and leaning slightly back placed the knob end against her pussy lips. He eased into her and she sighed with gratification. 'Ohh Yes' she cried. There was no thought in mind of Xenophobia at this stage. I slapped her a few more times on the bum as Jon stood still and allowed her to get comfortable, stretched over his cock, supported on that, her toes and the strength of her arms. I squeeze an inch of lubricant from a tube onto my dick and massaged it in. I put a finger onto her brown puckered hole and squeezed the end into her arse. Whether she had an inkling of what was to come I do not know but she got very agitated, jumping around on Jon's cock and groaning, no, no. no. Where my finger had been I now pushed the end of my cock. As the head squeezed in she cried again, so I paused and waited for her to adjust until I pushed a little further. Gradually I was fully embedded. What a strange feeling it was to be alongside Jon's cock, deep in her body, separated only by a thin membrane. We started to push together raising her toes from the floor together and then easing down to slide four or five inches out, before sliding them back. Hannah came first, but not by long. This amazing tightness and the scenario that had led to it was too much for me. After only another half dozen strokes I too came and filled her anal passage with spunk. I stayed there supporting her rapidly sagging body as Jon finished also deep inside her. We eased ourselves from her tired frame, untied her hands and carried her to bed. Here was one girl who we hoped was far too tired (you might say shagged out) to demand retribution tonight. As all the guys finished we met up again in the kitchen and slugged a couple of beers before starting on the second half of our evening. We stayed in the same pairs and this time Jon and I got Sarah. She was lying on the bed still blindfolded and tied and a little panicky. 'What did you do to those girls? I heard them screaming.' she said. 'Rest assured' I said, 'nobody used their stop words.' I figured that this would make her even less likely to use the words if she believed that everyone else had stood up to the punishment. Again we pulled off her shirt, she was already bra-less, and tied her to the door frame. We felt it was only fair to give then as much as possible the same treatment as each other, even though at the end of the day they were unlikely to compare exact notes of how many times they were slapped or what with. Cindy however we believed could probably not only take but want a little more, so Josh and Luther had a paddle hair brush ready instead of their hands. Sarah was even more ready for sex than Hannah had been. I think the waiting had warmed her up and she was quickly enjoying everything we did to her especially it seemed that slapping of her bottom. Just for good measure before applying the pegs I slapped her tits a couple if times to howls and then applied the pegs. The language she used was fierce and I could almost see her trying to remember the stop word. We softened her up a little by tending to her cunt lips, kissing, licking and blowing on them until she seemed to forget about the pain on her nipples. The ice treatment followed and again we heard a few strong words that we had not heard for a long time. We slipped the ice up her cunt and arse and stepped back to watch it melt. At that moment we heard Yasmin say 'Antithesis. I can't take any more I don't think.' Sarah chimed in' That's the word. Antithesis, you bastards.' We laughed and said, 'The pain is over now. It is only the sex word and I don't think you will want to say that one even if you can remember it.' Cindy however had not had enough. 'Smack me some more,' she cried, as she started to orgasm and Josh laid into her with the hair brush as Luther tickled her clitoris. We proceeded to sandwich Sarah. This time the poor girl was going to get Jon's enormous cock up her arse. I wondered how she would enjoy that. I squeezed up against her and pushed my prick up her dripping hole. It was like cutting butter with a hot knife. Talking of butter, Jon was greasing himself up with the tube of jelly. He put first one, then two and finally three fingers deep into her arse. She knew what was coming all right as she groaned, 'Slowly please.' She still did not know that it was Jon but she realised it as soon as he started to ease his cock into her. 'No, not you Jon. Shit no please.' She was however enjoying it far too much to think about stopping. 'She was very vocal. 'Yes that's right slowly. Yes.Yes. Ohhh Fuck me please.' He was obviously all the way in and having practised now with Hannah, and with the advantage of having come once already only an hour ago, we were fucking her like seasoned pros. She came another twice before hanging limply from her wrists Jon and I came again deep inside her. After carrying her up to bed, we met in the kitchen for a congratulatory beer or three. The really good news was that none of them were showing ant signs of wanting to get their own back. At least this night. I am sure that eventually however vengeance will be wreaked. In the meantime, fuck it. Lets have another beer. Chapter 12 Lucy's Story. It all started so innocuously. We were in 'The Tropicana Bar and Disco' on a Wednesday night towards the end of the holiday and I was not even that drunk. Well you know, I had had a few Breezers and a few shots but I was nowhere near stumbling, just having a good time. We had left the Villa about nine p m and taken the bus into town. I guess, with minor diversions and a few beers in another bar first, we arrived at about eleven. It was a quiet night there and we had been dancing, fairly decorously by our standards, as we had decided on a quiet night with the intention of pairing off later to go back to the villa. We were so laid back that evening, that, there it was, one o'clock in the morning and I was still dressed and even still had my knickers on. Quite regularly on the quieter nights the boys would try and liven things up by asking us to take our panties off. It worked too. Speaking for myself, just the humiliation of the possibility of showing off my pussy and bum as I danced was enough to start me creaming. I know that all six of us were loving the outrageous behaviour even if we did blame the boys for 'making us do it.' We had become a right set of exhibitionists and I can honestly say that there was almost nothing we would not have done. We would all chat about it lying around the pool next day saying things like 'I don't know how you could have done that.' That was until it was pointed out that the rest of us had done similarly outrageous things. The boys were regularly putting us in the position of having our bums groped by strange men or exposing ourselves in public and there we were pretending to be upset but loving every minute. It had started the night in Pedro's when they started making us show our bodies to the other tables. We had enjoyed it ever since. The odd thing was that having seen all the boys get their kit off on stage at least once, in public, on a Full Monty night, we had no great desire to see them embarrass themselves again in public. I think we enjoyed it too much ourselves to give them the opportunity. They also enjoyed watching us. They knew that we were getting hot and bothered and going home for a screw with them. In fairness to them they had always been there to protect us or get us out of the way if things looked like getting out of hand. We responded by never attempting to screw around with anyone else. Well, just a little flirting maybe to keep them on their toes. Anyway, there was a good choice of six, enough for any girl for a month or so. This particular evening I had been dancing and disappeared off to the toilet. As I came out there was Chris leaving the Gents toilet. I told him I was going outside for a breath of fresh air and he followed me out with a beer in his hand. We stood chatting for about ten minutes until I thought it was time to go back in and join the others. As we turned to go in I spotted a local policeman strolling up the road. He was nice looking, I guess about thirty, and walked with a real swagger. I do have a thing about uniforms and I had joked earlier with the guys about wanting to be fucked by a policeman. 'Hey,' I said to Chris, 'Look there's my policeman. I am going to get a kiss.' I slid over to the gate to the road so that he had to walk right by me. I looked directly into his eyes and like a right tart eased my tight skirt a couple more inches up my thighs and said 'Like what you see Senor? Would you like to kiss me?' He smiled and moved close to me. 'I might just do that,' he said in good English. 'But not here.' I don't know where I imagined that he was going to take me but he quickly slapped a handcuff onto my wrist and started hauling me away towards a police van. Luckily Chris was still watching out for me and came running over before he could put me in the back of the van. He interposed his body between the policeman and myself and said 'Hey what are you doing? She has done nothing.' 'Go away,' he was told, 'or you will be in trouble too. What are you her pimp? She was soliciting in a public place. I am taking her away with the rest of the hookers.' Chris held onto him and physically tried to stop him pulling me any further. This unfortunately made the policeman slap the other end of my handcuff onto Chris, before pushing both of us into the van. 'Assaulting a police officer' was all I heard as the door slammed. There we were on the way to the Police Station without any of our friends knowing where we were going. Chris did not seem to be too upset, and was able to make a joke about it. Maybe he had drunk more than I thought he had. 'Another fine mess you've got me into Stanley,' he laughed and suddenly we both started laughing out loud amused by the silliness of the situation. They would sort it all out at the station and would be released after a telling off. We would have to keep straight faces though, just in case they were taking it seriously. They hauled us out of the van after a short drive and bundled us straight into a cell, where they left us for the best part of two hours. This had ceased to be funny but I fairly soon fell asleep on Chris's shoulder. We were awoken by the cell door slamming, the original policeman entering with another older fat policeman with a moustache. He appeared to be the senior officer. Speaking bad English he said 'So she was prostituting herself to you and he assaulted you is that right. Are they carrying drugs?' We protested that we had no drugs nor had used them but to no avail. 'Stand over there with your hands against the wall.' We did and were comprehensively frisked. It was hard to push my fantasy to the background as worried as I was. He managed to rub my breasts fairly thoroughly and put his hand between my legs under my skirt briefly. 'Lean over the table' I was told, so I did resting my arms upon the top. 'Hold the far end of the table, get lower.' I did, to find my knickers being pulled down to the floor. I tried to stand to protest but had a strong hand firmly placed in the middle of my back. My skirt was hoisted over my back and there I was open for everyone to see. I cried out and then felt fingers pushing something deep into my crack, and squeezed my head around to see what was happening. A bright flash of a camera exploded behind me and I was allowed to rise. I pulled my knickers up to see a polaroid colouring before me. It was me with a little plastic bag of what looked like drugs peeping through my nether lips. 'Oh shit ... no ... please that's not fair. You know I didn't have drugs on me.' The officers just laughed as they turned and left us to worry about what was going to happen to us. I no longer felt like sleeping. It must have been about six o'clock in the morning, perhaps near to the end of their shift when they came back. There were three of them now, the original good-looking guy, the fat guy and another younger looking one. The original one obviously spoke the best English and was to be our interrogator. 'Well young lady, what do you have to say. You are in serious trouble, I think. Prostitution, Drugs and aiding and abetting your friend here to assault a police officer.' By now you can imagine I was shitting myself. 'Please no. That's not true. I was only chatting you up for a kiss and we did not really assault you and as for the drugs, well....' I did not know what to say. We all knew the truth. I began to suspect that maybe they were just trying to get a good arrest record. 'We might be able to make things look a little better with some, shall we say co-operation.' He had started to leer. My heart practically stopped as I looked from one to another. 'Weeell,' I said. 'Maybe.... What have you got in mind?' 'I think maybe if you took your clothes off, that might put us in a better mood,' he said. There it was out in the open. I had no choice. After all what could they do that we hadn't been enjoying all holiday. I started crying, partly the worry and partly the enormity of what was about to happen to me. After all, they could play with my body and still charge me with possession of drugs. They had the photo. I played on the tears a little as I shuffled to my feet and slowly inched off my shoes. I had very few clothes on anyway so this was not going to take long. I pulled my strappy pink vest over my head, immediately exposing my bra-less tits, which, I have to admit were hardening with the extremes of emotion that were beginning to course through me. I wiped my eyes with the top and paused, waiting for the reaction. 'Take your hands away, let us see your big buxom titties,' he cried. His English was getting better by the minute. There was going to be no sympathy from that direction. 'Quickly,' he pointed at my skirt. 'Unless you want to spend all day here.' As I was told I snapped the hook and it dropped to the ground. All I had left was my little pink lacy panties and they were not hiding an awful lot. There was no point in being coy and turning around, they were not going to let me go without seeing me naked. I pushed them to the ground and listened as they all hissed through their teeth at seeing my little shaved muff. I am quite neat down there and all the boys had said it was as pretty as a picture. I stood and waited, hoping that they would let us leave now. The fat one mumbled something in Spanish. 'Turn around, spread those pretty little legs of yours and bend over.' I did and suddenly felt my juices begin to run. I had been a little turned on, as well as worried, but now, bending with my arse in the air, showing the length of my slit and my ass-hole, the erotic nature of my position overcame the worries. I started to squirm. First one, then two, then I guess six hands started to run over my body, squeezing, pinching and probing at every orifice. After a few minutes of this I was worried that I was going to come in front of them all. I was almost pleased when they stopped and pushed me onto the edge of the table. They lifted me up to seat me there in front of them. All of a sudden the fat older one seemed to notice Chris quietly sitting in the corner. I had quite understood that there was nothing he could have done to help me, and anyway, I had got myself into the mess in the first place. 'You, stand up.' he said. Chris slowly got to his feet trying to hide the lump ballooning the front of his trousers. The man laughed and pulled him to the centre of the room. 'Take off your clothes, all of them,' he said. Chris looked horrified, but I was quite pleased. It looked like they were going to just watch us having sex. That was better than the three of them. Chris stood their naked, his hands over his erect cock. He got a sharp jab in the ribs and realised that he had to pull his hands away. The fat guy grabbed Chris's cock in his hand and started pumping it. 'No. No.' pleaded Chris, but he could do nothing without the risk of being hit again. I actually lost some of my fear as I watched fascinated as the man squeezed and pumped the cock. It was bigger and harder than I ever remember seeing it. The original policeman turned back towards me. 'Off. Bend over the table.' I jumped down and stood where he pointed. He pushed me flat over the table and kicked my legs apart. 'Momento,' cried the younger lad, removing his trousers and underwear and jumping up to sit on the table, where my arms had been. I was pushed down again and as he shuffled forward I knew I had to suck his dick. He was hard and it was a good size, long but not too thick. Meantime both the other policemen had removed their trousers and boxers and I knew my time was coming. Chris may have amused them as a starter but I was the main course. Chris meantime was manhandled to stand alongside me leaning over the table. He had a glazed look on his face. Fear had set in as he thought he knew what was coming. As I sucked away on the cock in front of me I felt first fingers, then a bigger cock easing between my legs. By now I was creaming easily. There was no question of trying to lubricate me. I was streaming. And he knew it. I heard Chris scream, and I knew what was happening to him. He had not had the benefit of lubrication and the little fat guy was pushing his dick up Chris's arse. Within seconds I heard him scream again, but this time it was mingled with cries as he shot his load all over the floor beneath the table. The young man in front of me now moved himself away and shuffled across the table-top to Chris. None of the boys had really shown any signs of being bi, but, of all of them I remember Chris coming after we had all slapped his bottom. However, after a few slaps around the face from the younger man and a few across his buttocks from the older man, Chris accepted the inevitable cock in his mouth and got down to work on it. In the meantime my policeman, still with his jacket on, was really turning me on. He lubricated a finger or two in my juices and pushed them slowly into my bum-hole. I felt that this was only the start and was not surprised when, moments later, he pulled out his cock and replaced it in my tighter hole. I came like an express train, and a few moments later so did he, pulling out and spraying my back. Chris in the meantime was facing life with both a mouthful and an arse full of cream. We both lay exhausted across the table top as the guys were dressing. The fat guy left immediately, whistling a happy tune, and the original guy said, 'Manuel here will show you out. Do not think of complaining because I still have the photograph and I would hate to also charge you with escaping from jail as well as all the other offences. On the other hand, if you had a good time and want to come and see me again, then well, you know how to come up to me in the street now.' He laughed, 'Mondays are always good. It is usually quieter.' We dressed quietly, trying not to catch each others eyes. As Manuel opened a side door the sun was climbing into the sky. 'Listen,' he said, 'In case you are worried we are very clean. We have regular checks because this sort of fun goes on quite regularly, often with, shall we say, repeat offenders. Not so often boys though,' he added. We walked out onto the street and found a Café opening for breakfast. After ordering Chris asked me what we would tell the others. I could see he was worried, possibly that he had almost enjoyed the experience. I guess he needed time to think about it so I willingly agreed to change the story so that he had been in a separate cell. He came clean, as it were, at the airport on the way home. He had had time to think about it and realised that he was not inclined to other guys. He had been worried by his physical reaction at the time but having completed the holiday as an out and out heterosexual, put it down to experience. He thought he would take up something macho like rugby or kick-boxing when he got home. I of course revelled in telling the story, with a little exaggeration even, after all Chris could not comment. He had been in a separate cell!!. I was not however stupid enough to try it again, neither on holiday, nor since. At least so far!

Sue's Fourteenth Birthday by Ashley Copyright© 2022 by Ashley Chapter 1 I guess pretty much all girls notice that men and boys look at them differently when they start to go through puberty, and it may all be in my head, but I seem to get it more than most. I started getting little breast buds when I was about eleven or twelve and at that point my nipples got, and remain, incredibly sensitive, which means that a lot of the time they are at least partially erect. They seem to be a source of fascination for an awful lot of men and even some women. My height shot up at about that time and my breasts grew rapidly until now, with my fourteenth birthday coming up tomorrow, they are a C-cup, which is not huge, but is bigger than most girls my age and they look larger than they are on my 5’ 2” 85lb frame. I try hard to ignore the stares and I don’t dress is such a way as to encourage them, but it does make me a little uncomfortable. It seems to be worst when I am wearing my school uniform for some reason, even though my skirt is a sensible length: just above the knee, and I wear my blazer over my buttoned up blouse in all but the hottest weather. What I find most disturbing is that it even happens in my own home. I’ve caught both my fifteen year old brother Nick and my Dad staring at my boobs or my ass when they thought I wasn’t looking. Talking to my girl friends at school they all seem to have the same experiences to a lesser or greater degree, and just say that that’s the way men are, and you just have to get used to it. The next morning we get up early and I open my presents. I get a lovely silver necklace from Dad. I try it on and the 26 inch chain means that the beautiful silver bee hangs just between my breasts. Everyone insists that I undo the buttons on my blouse so that they can admire it properly and Mom says it looks lovely and that I should keep my blouse like that. From Mom I get a bottle of Chanel Coco Mademoiselle Eau de Parfum Spray which I try on my wrists and it smells fabulous. Mom says i should put a little on my neck so that I can smell it all day, so I do. Nick gives me a small parcel and, when I rip it open it is labelled ‘Waterproof Electric Razor for Women’. I’m puzzling over why Nick thinks I need one of those and look at him quizzically. “For your legs.” He says and we both look at my legs which are covered with fine blonde downy hairs and that I’ve never shaved in my life. I look back up at him and he gives me an exaggerated wink which Mom and Dad completely miss, thank God. I feel my face burning as I finally realize what it is he thinks I might actually want to shave. “Thanks Nick, that’s lovely.” I say through gritted teeth while glaring at him furiously. “Thank you all so much. You’ve been very kind.” I say, genuinly touched but also trying to distract Dad who is staring at the razor with a confused look on his face. “We’re not quite finished yet.” Mom says, getting up and reaching behind the couch. “This came in the post yesterday, I don’t know who it’s from.” She picks up a large parcel wrapped in brown paper and hands it to me. I take the parcel and look over the outside to see if there are any clues as to who it’s from, but there’s nothing. I rip open the brown paper and inside is another layer of pink wrapping paper but there’s still no indication who sent it. I tear that open and realize quickly that and it’s loads of sets of underwear in plastic bags; still no card or anything. “Ooo, they look nice,” Says mom. “Open some up.” I open the first one that comes to hand and, when I hold the panties up, they are tiny, not the size, the material: the small triangle of red satiny fabric would barely cover my pussy. I pick up the matching bra, kind of knowing beforehand what I’m likely to find and, sure enough, the lacy bra has half cups that would leave the tops of my breasts completely uncovered. “Try them on!” Nick almost shouts with glee, his face red with excitement. Dad is silent but he has a strange expression on his face: almost hungry. “Don’t be silly Nick.” Mom admonishes him, but she is smiling as she says it. “Anyway it’s time you two were off to school.” “What did you get for your birthday?” Asks Melanie, when I get to school. “I got this necklace I tell them.” I tell them, pulling the chain out from under my collar. “Well lets see it then.” Says Miranda, and I have to undo several buttons so that they can see the little bee. My friends all admire it closely, which is a bit disconcerting having their faces so close to my chest. Then Miranda comments on my perfume saying low lovely it smells as she sniffs at my neck. “That was from my mom.” I tell them. I wasn’t aware of it until then, but it turns out I have a very sensitive neck and, when they all insist on putting there faces close to, and sometimes touching it, I find that I am trembling faintly and I have a distinct tingling in my pussy. That has never happened to me before outside the privacy of my own bed or shower and it shocks me intensely. I laugh self-consciously, thinking crazily that they will be able to tell that I’m aroused, and pull away from them a bit. When I get home from school Mom is there to meet me. “Hi honey, I put all your new things away for you.” She says as I head on upstairs to get changed. When I look in my underwear drawer I find that my old bras and panties are gone and only the new sets remain. I am not happy and I set off to find Mom. “Where are all my old bras and panties?” I ask her when I find her in the kitchen. “Oh, I threw them away. They were old and ratty and your new ones are much nicer.”She says. I go the the bin to see if they are in there. “You could have asked me first.” I complain. She sees me rummaging in the bin. “They’re not in there,” She tells me. “I put them in the charity clothes bin.” I glare at her. “Those new ones are very ... small.” I tell her. “They are a bit smaller than your old ones, but they’re much prettier.” She says. “Have you looked through them all yet? Have you tried any of them on even?” “No.” I say into my chest because, annoyingly, she has a point. “Well then.” She replies as if that solves everything. I go through them and there are ten pairs of panties and five bras. Some of the panties are even tinier than the ones I looked at earlier on, basically just thongs. I try on a pair of the least slutty ones and look at myself in the mirror. I have to admit that my bottom does look lovely with half of each cheek bare, but the front, which does in fact cover my pussy, doesn’t cover all of my public hair. It’s not that I have a huge bush or anything it’s just that it’s got a bit straggly of late. Then I remember Nick’s present which Mom has put on my dresser. It is called the Tinge and I open the box and take it out. It feels very nice in my hand with expensive feeling plastic. It has a cap on the top covering a safety razor and when I press the button of the side it buzzes remarkably strongly in my hand. I start to read through the instruction leaflet and I then feel my face burning: although it is a razor, it’s a vibrator as well! I hurriedly put it back in it’s box, but just the idea of putting it in my pussy has made it tingle like mad. I decide to try on the skimpiest of the thongs, just so I know what they feel like. The whole of my butt is revealed but it doesn’t feel as much like I’ve got a permanent wedgie as I’d feared. I decide to keep wearing it while I tidy away my school clothes and make the bed that I didn’t have time to do this morning. At the end of all that, the wedgieness is pretty much gone and the sensation of the soft strip up my crack rubbing against my asshole is kind of nice. Most of all though I feel almost naked and sexy in a way I never did with my old underwear. I decide that if I should ever go out on a date I might consider wearing one of the thongs but for school I’ll stick to the merely skimpy other panties. I then try on one of the half-cup bras. They really do show off my breasts very nicely, accentuating my cleavage and showing off the top half of my boobs. It’s then that I realize that none of the lingerie sets are white, they will all show through my white school blouses and everyone will be able to see these sexy new bras. The next morning I am getting changed and I can’t find any of my school skirts. I check the washing basket and there are none in there so I go to see Mom to find out what’s going on. “I’m sorry honey, I don’t know where they are.” She tells me, after checking the ironing pile. “Have you got any of your old ones?” My old skirts are from when I was ten. They’ve got an elasticated waist so I could probably fit into them but I was a lot shorter back then. “They’ll be too short Mom!” I tell her. “You’ve got to wear something,” She tells me. “go and try one on.” I stamp up the stairs and rummage around in a drawer until I find one. When I put it on, it is a bit tight but not too bad. When I look in the mirror though it barely reaches to the middle of my thighs. If I bend about half way over I can see most of my legs and if I bend right over I can see the bottom half of my ass cheeks. I go back down to see Mom. “That’s fine,” She says firmly. “you look lovely actually. And that bra’s very pretty too by the way. Anyway you’re going to be late if you don’t go now, so I don’t see that you really have any choice.” As I leave the house I am acutely aware that the lightest of breezes will lift up the skirt and display my nearly naked ass to the world, so I walk along with my hands by my sides ready to hold it down. When I get to school I suddenly seem to be the centre of attention. I can see people nudging each other and looking in my direction. To start with I feel like crying, but instead I decide that the better alternative is just to really own this new look. I put a smile on my face that I don’t really feel, and approach my group of friends. “Fucking hell Sue. You look awesome.” Says Miranda. “I wish my parents would let me dress like that!” “Actually...” I start to say, but stop myself. “never mind.” “Aren’t you worried that people will be able to see up that skirt?” Alice asks me. “Not really,” I lie. “It’s no more than they’d see on the beach is it?” Which I realize is nearly true and actually helps me to relax a bit. In the end my choice of panties makes little difference. My ass soon eats the narrow strip of material between my cheeks and the constant feel of it brushing against my rosebud, along with the cool breezes caressing my now basically bare ass, keep me feeling slightly aroused for a lot of the day. It is very distracting but also quite nice. During lunch break I am walking around a corner of the building and a gust of wind blows my skirt right up before I can catch it. I push it back down and look around to see who might have been watching. The only person looking my way is Juliette Martin who’s a couple of years above me. She smiles briefly in my direction before moving away, and I breathe a sigh of relief. A bit later I’m in the girl’s toilet when Juliette comes in. She stands with her back to the door. “That was a very pretty little pair of panties you flashed at me earlier. Very pretty and very little.” She says, smiling widely. “What make are they?” “I don’t know,” I reply honestly. “there are no labels on them.” “Could I get another look?” She asks me. I feel my face go bright red. “You want me to show you my panties?” I ask her incredulously. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” She replies laughing and pulls up her skirt. I can feel my jaw hanging open as I look at the tiny scrap of translucent white material covering her pussy. I can see that she has no hair down there and her slit is clearly visible. Almost as astonishing to me as her behaviour is the fact that my pussy is throbbing wildly as I continue to stare. “Jesus,” She says. “You’re going to burn right through them looking at me like that.” She says, coy all of a sudden, and she drops her skirt down. “Come on then.” She says to me, and for a minute I’m not sure what she means, my mind is so frazzled. “Come on then what?” I ask her. “Come on then let’s see those little panties of yours.” My mind is racing almost as fast as my heart. I grip the hem of my skirt and swallow hard a couple of times. Her eyes are glued to my crotch. My hands are trembling as I slowly raise it up until I see her eyes widen and I know she’s seen the front of my panties. I am so turned on right now that I can feel wetness building inside my pussy. Juliette walks slowly towards me, her eyes not leaving my groin for a single second, until she is about three feet away from me. I drop the hem of my skirt. She leans forward slowly until her lips are nearly touching my ear and I can feel her breath on my neck. “Firstly: You smell wonderful,” She whispers to me, inhaling the perfume I dabbed behind my ears this morning. “and secondly: if you’re going to make a habit of flashing your gorgeous little fanny around you might want to tidy up those pubes.” I squeal and run for the door, but not quickly enough to avoid the slap on my ass she gives me as I pass her. I can still hear her laughter as I run away up the corridor. Never, in all of my life, have I ever been turned on while I was at school, and now it’s happened twice in two days; I begin to wonder if that’s just what happens when you turn fourteen. In the rest of the day I catch more people staring at me than I normally get in a whole week and I have to admit to myself that I kind of like it. The really nice thing is the number of people who spontaneously smile at me, suddenly the world seems a much happier place. When I get home I bump into Mom. “Hi sweety. Did you have a good day?” She asks me. I think about it for a few seconds. “Different,” I reply. “Definitely different.” “Different good or different bad?” “Different ... good ... I think?” I reply uncertainly. She wraps her arms around me and hugs me to her, stroking my hair and shoulders softly. “I’m glad, baby girl.” She whispers to me. My face is pressed against her chest and my lips are touching the bare top of her breast. Her tits feel lovely and soft against me and, as I nuzzle my face in deeper, my lips brush against them. I can’t resist kissing the warm flesh of her breast and, as I do, I am shocked to feel my pussy twitching with desire. I laugh nervously and wriggle free of her embrace. Back in my room I throw myself onto the bed and wonder what the fuck is the matter with me. I almost never swear, not even in the confines of my own head, but getting turned on by my own mother had shaken me badly. I am still there many minutes later, still on the brink of crying, when I feel a soft touch on my back and then the material of my skirt being pulled down over the cheeks of my ass. I turn my head over my shoulder and see my dad looking down at me fondly. I jump off the bed and throw my arms around his neck and hug him fiercely. “There, there honey.” He says soothingly, stroking my back. “Oh Daddy, everything’s so confusing.” I cry into is shoulder, loving the feel of his strong arms around me. “What is it honey, what’s wrong with my best girl?” As I wriggle in his embrace to look up at his face I feel a hardness pressing against that secret place at the top of my pussy. I wonder briefly if it could be his keys, but then it twitches and I know that it’s his penis, his hard penis. I find myself pressing against him a little more firmly. I stare up into his eyes and the look between us speaks volumes: He knows that I know, and I know that he knows. He breaks first, and moves me out to arms length. “Are you OK baby?” He asks me, all apparent concern. I know that the time is past when I am his baby and he’ll tuck me up in bed and read me a story. “Yes,” I tell him with a small smile. “I was just being silly. I think I’ll take a bath.” I pick up my robe and my new razor and head to the bathroom. I run a bath and disrobe, all the while looking at the razor/vibrator and feeling my pussy pulsing and almost aching with longing for it. I sit in the bath and wash my top and especially my breasts slowly and thoroughly, paying particular attention to my nipples which are as large and as erect as I’ve ever seen them. Nearly at the end of my self control I sit on the edge of the bath and stare at my unruly pubic hair. It seems to be an important milestone in my life and I step over it happily. I get the soap and raise a lather with my hands before smearing it liberally over my vulva. Just the sensation of doing that is nearly too much, and I have to swallow hard and steel myself before picking up the razor. I take off the cap and tremble slightly at the sight of the blades within. The idea of getting them close to my most intimate and sensitive parts suddenly seems to be a bad one and I hesitate, but I desperately want to see my pussy looking clean and lovely like Juliette’s and I pluck up my courage. I turn the razor on to it’s lowest setting and use my left hand to pull the skin of my vulva tight. As I touch the razor to my skin the vibrations are so nice I’m tempted to leave the shaving for now and go straight to the main course, but I deny myself for now, and carry on. I work very carefully, always ending the strokes just before I reach my most delicate parts and only just manage to finish before the shaking of my hands gets too bad. The throbbing and pulsating of my pussy is almost overwhelming after all the buzzing and the gentle touches and pressure of my own hands while I shaved, but the end result is looking nice. I gasp as I splash water over it to clean off the last of the soap and I can wait no longer. I pick up the Tinge, put it’s cap back on, and push the buttons randomly until I get an amazing strong buzzing in my hand. Then I dip it in the water before pushing it gently into the hole that has been crying out to be filled ever since it felt my dad’s hard cock pressing against it. It’s feels absolutely incredible and I start shaking like a leaf as I push it further and further inside. It meets an expected obstruction and I wimp out of going further, knowing that it would likely hurt. As I remove it a smell reaches my nostrils. I’ve caught a slight whiff of it before but never this strong, and I know that it’s the fragrance of my pussy in heat. I lift the Tinge to my nose and inhale deeply thinking that this is what a lover would smell if they were close to my pussy. The thought makes me shiver but I really like the smell and think that I wouldn’t be embarrassed at all for this hypothetical person to smell it too. I touch it softly against the hood of my clit. It’s like an electric shock going through me, and I can only take it for a few seconds before I have to take it away. After a series of astonishingly exquisite dabs I am very close to cumming and I place it back at the entrance of my vagina which is feeling achingly empty again. As soon as I push it inside my orgasm hits me like an earthquake and my whole body shakes and quivers. My rubbery legs lose their footing and, as I slip into the bath, the vibrator is jammed right up my into my pussy. There is an incredible mixture of pain and pleasure as it splits my hymen but fills my vagina beautifully and I writhe in the bath as my first ever orgasm goes on and on. By the time I recover the pain has gone and the only sign of my lost maidenhood is a faint pink tinge to the bathwater. After rinsing with the shower head and drying off, I admire my pussy in the mirror. I think it looks beautiful, just like when I was a little girl all pink and soft and smooth. I run my fingers over it and strangely wish that Juliette could be here to see it. The idea of her looking at my naked pussy threatens to get me going all over again and I put on my robe and pick up the Tinge. As I open the bathroom door I see Nick who is suspiciously close by and, seeing his gift in my hand, he smiles wickedly. “Did you try it?” He asks me, a look of desperate curiosity on his face. I am framing some withering reply when my hands pull open my robe and I show him the results of my handiwork. I try to justify it to myself later as a thank you for what I suspect was an expensive present, which has given me so much pleasure, but I know inside that it was just a deep desire to show him how pretty it now looked. I watch his Adam’s Apple bob as he gulps manically and then, as if it’s some kind of unspoken tit for tat, he lowers his shorts and underwear and proudly displays his fully erect penis. I lick my lips and feel myself salivating as I stare at it bobbing and twitching in an incredibly cute way. He has very little pubic hair and his balls look so darling. I imagine how they would feel in my hand and my pussy starts to clench all over again and now I’m imagining how a throbbing penis would feel inside it. “Are you two coming down for your dinner?” I hear Mom shout from downstairs, and hurriedly we cover ourselves up. “But did you try it?” He whispers urgently, as I go to pass him. “It was lovely, thank you Nick.” I breathe into his ear and kiss him lightly on the cheek. His mouth drops open and I giggle to myself as I head to my room. The next morning is Saturday and, as I dress, I pick out a thong and matching bra, and slip them on. I look at the jeans that I normally wear around the house and frown. I think through what now seems to be the meagre selection of clothes that I own, trying to think of something that I want to wear. The only thing that comes to mind is a white skirt that I wore when I tried playing tennis briefly about a year ago. I fish it out and try it on, looking at myself in the mirror. It is even shorter than my now new school skirt. Perfect. I match it with a thin pale lemon blouse which I button up so that my pretty bee necklace is visible between my breasts. Happy with my attire I wonder what the third day of my fourteenth year will have in store for me. Chapter 2 The next day I’m standing in front of my drawer of new underwear trying to decide what to wear. I’ve got my robe on but the front is open and my fingers are idly tracing circles over my newly silky smooth vulva. I find a black satin thong that has no lining and my legs feel slightly weak as I imagine how amazing that would feel brushing against my smooth skin, and I try it on. It’s every bit as nice as I thought and I can’t resist it. I find the matching bra and continue getting dressed. As I dress it occurs to me that none of my new panties are going to be very appropriate when I have my period but, seeing as I only just had one, I decide to leave that problem for another day. As I’m leaving for school Mom shouts to me not to be late home but doesn’t tell me why. The panties were a mistake. The whole time I’m acutely aware of them caressing my skin and I have trouble concentrating on anything. Having said that I find myself constantly making tiny movements so that I can feel it more. At lunchtime I’m with Miranda and the girls chatting, and I see Juliette standing alone a little way off. She beckons me with a finger and I make some excuse to my friends and go over to her. She moves nearer until she’s a little too close and leans in to my ear. “Did you do it?” She whispers to me. I suspect I look like a rabbit caught in a car’s headlights as I look into her beautiful green eyes. I daren’t speak and I just nod. “Around your asshole as well?” I feel the skin of my forehead crinkle as my eyes open very wide. I still can’t speak and I shake my head. “What happens if I want to kiss you there too?” She asks me. I’m flabbergasted. I replay that simple sounding sentence in my head. She may want to kiss my asshole! What!? But she’s also taking it as read that she’s going to be kissing my pussy! What!? What!!? She sees the look of utter bewilderment on my face and laughs prettily. “I’m only fucking with you Susan.” She says right into my ear and kisses my neck softly. I’m trembling like that frightened bunny and my pussy is buzzing with excitement as she walks away from me smiling. My friends hurry over to me. “What was that about?” Demands Miranda. “And did she fucking kiss you just then?” “Nothing.” I croak, but I know I have to say something. “She was just asking about my perfume, and smelling it on my neck. She wanted to know what it was.” It’s a bit thin and they don’t look convinced but, seeing as the alternative is that Juliette Martin was kissing me, which is frankly unthinkable, they let it go. Later on when I’m having a wee I tentatively have a feel in the valley between my butt cheeks. There are a few hairs there, not a lot, but more than you’d want to find if you were kissing me back there. I can’t believe I just had that thought. I’m turning into some kind of sex obsessed lunatic. All afternoon I keep remembering Juliette’s words and imagining what it would feel like if she was kissing my pussy and my rosebud, and in my head at least it’s pretty bloody amazing. Between that and the rubbing of the satin on my vulva I am in an almost constant state of arousal, and I’m really wishing I’d worn underwear with a little more absorbency. Already I’m looking forward to a little moment of personal hygiene when I get home, without being too graphic I am feeling a little fragrant down there. I was just about to enter my History class in the afternoon when Miranda comes up to me. “What the fuck is the matter with you Sue?” She demands. I have absolutely no idea what she’s talking about. “What?” I reply. “Just now you bumped into Shaun Highmore. You know Shaun Highmore, quarterback, drop dead fucking gorgeous...” “Yes, yes. I know who Shaun Highmore is. So what?” I interrupted, a bit testily, she was starting to annoy me a bit. I looked around for any evidence of him and saw nothing. “So he was being really nice about it. I mean really nice! And you fucking blanked him.” She was looking at me as if I’d spat on the Pope or something. I must have completely missed the whole thing in my latest daydreaming about Juliette. “But ... I didn’t ... I was... “ I gabber. She looks at me despairingly, shakes her head, and then she walks away. I wonder how obsessed I must be getting to miss probably the best looking guy in the school. By the end of the day I’m so horny that my desire for a wash has turned into a firm date with my Tinge. Mom, however, meets me at the door, takes me through to the lounge, and sits me on the sofa before I can slip up to the bathroom. “You’re pretty much all grown up now and you need to start thinking about taking precautions.” She tells me and I feel myself blush furiously. “I remember when I was your age little Georgie Perkins cornered me after class one day.” She gets a faraway look on her face and her hand grips my knee gently. “We were snogging and, when his hands touched my bottom, I really thought I was going to faint.” She continued. I don’t think she realizes it, but her hand begins to stroke my inner thigh ever so gently. “And then his clever little fingers pulled my skirt up, inch by inch, until he could cup my little bottom, with nothing between his hands and me but my panties.” With each stroke her fingers get a little higher up my thigh and it’s starting to drive me crazy. “I remember I was in absolute heaven, and then, when he slipped his hands down the back of my panties and touched my little kitty from behind ... I felt so wet, I’d never felt so wet before that day.” She whispers softly. I know exactly how she felt, her fingers and her story are making me so horny. “And then he took my hand and put it on his ... penis which he’d somehow got out of his clothes. It was so hot, and hard and silky.” Her voice is so quiet now I have trouble hearing her. “He put his hand around mine and showed me how to stroke it, and at the same time his fingertip slipped inside me.” She sighs deeply, and I wonder exactly how much she is going to tell me. “I was so excited I absolutely would have let him fuck me there and then ... but luckily, I guess, he seemed to be happy with just a handjob.” My own pussy is awash and her fingers are incredibly close to touching it. “He was nice enough to bring me off though.” She says fondly, and I can’t help wishing that she’d do the same for me. She shakes her head and seems to come out of her reverie. “Anyway I know how easy it is to get caught up in the moment, which is why we’re going to see Doctor Anderson.” She says brightly. “What for?” I ask her. “Precautions.” She says, as if that explains it all. “But I haven’t even got a boyfriend.” “Nor did I when I ran into Georgie that day.” “When?” I ask her, desperately hoping that I’ve got ten minutes to attend to my increasingly urgent needs. She looks at her watch. “Damn,” She says. “right now, we’re a bit late actually.” I start to panic and something occurs to me. “What happened to Doctor Stokes?” I ask her. “Oh, she retired a few months ago. Doctor Anderson is a nice young man though, you’ll like him. Come on we’ve got to go.” She says, and stands up and starts getting her stuff together. In the car on the way to the surgery my pussy is still tingling from Mom’s story and I’m desperately trying to work out if I can smell my arousal through my clothes, my panties are definitely damp. My last hope is that I’ll be able to nip to the toilets in the Doctors before we get called in, but that’s dashed when my name comes over the tannoy as soon as we step through the door. Mom, of course, comes in with me. I take one look at Doctor Anderson and curse my luck, he’s handsome of course. About twenty-five I guess, short curly black hair, strong jaw with piercing dark eyes. “Hi there Susan, Mrs Young.” He says in a very reassuring, deep voice. “I understand you’d like Susan to start oral contraception?” I look at Mom with disbelief, she smiles back at me. “Yes, that’s right.” She says. I’m processing that and feeling better as I realize it means no more periods, no more period pain! and no more tampons! “We’ll have to do a full pelvic exam of course. If that’s OK?” He says lightly, and I full on panic. My pussy feels like a swamp and he’s going to examine me!!? “Yes,” My mom says. “that’s fine.” Since when does she do all my speaking for me? “Just to confirm,” he says to me. “you haven’t had sex in the past forty-eight hours and you’re not on your period?” “That’s right.” I answer. I kind of want to clarify but I kind of don’t.” He touches a button on his intercom. “Hi Kerry, could you come in here please?” He says into it. “The nurse will be here throughout,” He says to my Mom. “but if you want to stay too that’s OK.” Mom looks at me and I shake my head at her in what I think is a subtle but unmistakable way. “Yes, I’d like to stay.” She tells him. When the door opens I’m hoping like hell that it’s a nice matronly woman who’ll help me to calm down, but no, Kerry has the face of an angel, is about twenty and blonde and slender. I just cannot catch a break today. “If you could go behind the screen there, take off your things and put this gown on for me please Susan.” He says to me, and hands me a paper gown. “All my things?” I ask, hoping he’ll say no. “Yes please. I’ll need to examine your breasts as well.” I’m trembling as I do as he asks. When I take my panties off they are just as wet as I’d feared. My pussy is soaking and the smell, to my mind at least, is overpowering. The gown doesn’t seem to cover much and I’m not sure the ties are even secure. At least the intense embarrassment that I’m feeling has driven away all the horniness that I’ve had most of the day. When I come out from behind the screen all three of them are looking at me. “If you could sit on the table with your behind on the edge for me please.” Doctor Anderson asks me. I do as he asks and he swings out two stirrups. “Just put your feet in these for me please Susan.” He says. so I do. “And let your legs fall to the sides.” I gulp and do as he asks. The gown is now stretched between my knees and is not covering my pussy and ass at all; I feel incredibly exposed. He sits on a wheely chair and scoots it around until he is right between my legs. “I’m just going to examine you externally for a moment.” Mom stands next to me where she can see what’s going on, and holds my hand, while Kerry moves around to the end of the table and now there are three pairs of eyes looking at my pussy. They now all know that I’ve shaved my vulva and I’m not sure whether that’s more or less embarrassing than if it had been still all untidy. The only thing that I can feel at this stage is his breath faintly caressing my vulva and I try hard not to let it excite me. I can’t see him any more but I hear him snap on some rubber gloves and my heart seems to skip a beat. “That all looks fine,” He says. “Now I’m going to slip this small speculum inside you to take a look at your cervix.” He holds up a plastic contraption which looks half worrying and half interesting, and I feel myself tense up. “Try to relax Susan,” He says. “This won’t take long.” I feel it begin to slide into my vagina and the horniness which I thought had vanished is instantly back again. “Oh,” He says. “Kerry could you pass me that larger one please.” I cringe as I guess that he’s seen my hymen is gone and he doesn’t need a small one. When it slips all the way in it’s all I can do not to moan. It fills me beautifully and I can feel myself starting to get wet again. “I’m just going to open it up a little so that I can see inside. You might feel a slight stretching sensation.” I do feel a slight stretching sensation and it’s lovely. I try to control my breathing but it’s not easy. “Are you OK Susan?” He asks me, and I have to swallow hard before answering.” “Fine, yes.” I’m hoping to hell that he’s nearly finished because my pussy is throbbing like mad now. “I’m just going to take a smear, you might feel a pinching sensation.” Now when he speaks to me I can feel his breath inside my vagina and it’s doing my head in. “Are we nearly finished?” I ask, and I’m embarrassed even more when my voice squeaks pitifully. “Not quite,” He responds. “I’ve got a few more things to check. It won’t take too long though. I’m going to take the speculum out now.” I feel it slide out and in one way I’m relieved and in another I’m really, really not. “I need to examine your ovaries and uterus now. I’ll insert two fingers into your vagina and press on your lower tummy. Is that OK Susan?” So he’s going to finger me! Oh my God! “Yes.” I hear someone say, she sounds just like me. I feel him put his warm hand on my stomach and then his fingers slip into my vagina and I feel my head spinning. He’s pressing down with one hand while moving his fingers all around inside me. I’m properly panicking now because I can feel myself building towards an orgasm. If he doesn’t stop soon... He stops and I breathe again. “It’s quite normal and nothing to worry about,” He says, and I immediately start to worry. “but I’m afraid I couldn’t evaluate your ovaries like that. I’m going to have to perform a rectovaginal examination. Do you understand Susan?” I have a pretty good idea but I desperately hope that I’m wrong. “Not really.” I answer. “I’ll put one finger into your vagina and another into your rectum and apply some pressure.” He says. I understand all of the words he’s using but suddenly they’re making no sense. I look at my mom and she’s smiling encouragingly at me. I try to look at Kerry but she’s too intent on looking at my pussy. He may as well have said ‘I’m going to finger your pussy and ass until you cum, like the little whore that you are, all over my examination table.’ but nonetheless I find myself saying “OK” in the tiniest little voice that I think I’ve ever heard. I now know the answer to my own earlier question and I really wish that I’d shaved my ass crack. “Actually,” He says. “I’m training Kerry up to perform these exams and she’s never done this one. Would it be OK if she did it?” He asks me. I look at Kerry and she looks up at me, and the smile that she gives me almost melts my heart. “That’s fine.” I say, the understatement of the century. I see Doctor Anderson stand up and Kerry takes his place. “OK Kerry,” He says. “do the standard vaginal exam just so you can see what I’m saying about the ovaries.” When I feel her fingers slide into my vagina I hold my breath. Her fingers massage the walls of my vagina and I’m desperately trying to convince myself that it doesn’t feel gorgeous. “Yes Doctor, you can’t quite reach them can you.” She says to him. “Right, now put your index finger into the vagina and your middle finger into the rectum and try it like that.” I swallow hard and try to relax but as soon as her fingers enter me I’m instantly on the downward slope towards cumming. “Can you feel it now?” He asks. Her fingers are doing incredible things inside me and I’m teetering on the brink, just managing to hold myself back. “No, I still can’t quite get it.” “I think you need to be a bit deeper.” He tells her. No, no, no, please no, I cry inside, but she pushes both fingers harder into both of my holes and I can’t stop it. I shut my eyes tight and, right there with them all watching, I cum. I can feel my vagina and my pussy gripping Kerry’s fingers over and over. It’s nothing like the orgasm I had with my Tinge, that seemed to be in my clit, this time it seems to be in my vagina and my ass at the same time and I feel like crying I’m so overwhelmed with the intense pleasure of it. Kerry must be able to feel it, and the motion of her fingers stops while my contractions continue to grip her fingers. Just as my orgasm is fading Kerry’s fingers and Kerry’s hand start moving again, it helps to keep my cum going just a little longer and I thank her under my breath. I feel my juices leaking out and I still daren’t open my eyes. I manage not to make any noises and I think I’ve kept reasonably still. Maybe nobody noticed, I hope desperately. What I really, really want at this point is for someone to hold me and kiss me but there’s no chance of that. I realize that I’m crushing Mom’s hand and I force my self to relax my grip. I finally open my eyes and Mom is smiling at me but in a really weird way. I just want the ground to open up and swallow me. “I think I feel it now,” I dimly hear Kerry say. “This one feels fine, I think.” She says, and then her fingers move again. “Yes, and this one’s fine too.” “Good.” Says the doctor. “I’ll just confirm that.” Kerry’s fingers leave me and two, somewhat larger, fingers replace them. Oh God, surely they can’t make me cum again. I’m starting to wonder if my mom’s going to want to have a go too. “Yes, that all feels fine.” He declares breezily and pulls his fingers out. He wipes me off with a tissue, and throws that and his gloves in the bin. I feel him gently push my legs together and cover my lower half up with the gown. “Just the breast exam now and then we’re done.” He says, pulling on a new pair of gloves. I lie there in a blissed out daze as he pokes around with my tits. He tries to get me to pay attention to what he’s doing but I’m just not interested any more. “If you’d like to put your clothes on now Susan.” He says to me, and I scuttle behind the screen. “Everything seems to be fine,” I hear him say through the screen, and I’m sure that I hear them all laughing. “I’ll make out your prescription now.” When I come out I’m looking at the floor and I sit down. “OK Susan, I’m putting you on the combination pill. When was your last period?” “Three days ago.” I mumble. “Does that mean she can safely have intercourse immediately?” My mom chips in, and I throw her a glare that should kill her on the spot. I look at Doctor Anderson and he’s smiling at me. “Absolutely Susan.” He says, as if I was the one that asked the question and can’t wait to get into some guy’s pants. Mom and I don’t talk much on the drive home but when we stop at some lights she takes my hand in hers. “You’re a little superstar,” She says to me fondly. “I was so proud of you in there.” More like superslut I think, but her words make my hope that nobody, apart from Kerry of course, realized that I had an orgasm a little bit more likely. “You’re so gorgeous. I could just eat you up.” She adds. I’m ninety-nine percent certain that she means that in exactly the same way she always has when she’s said that to me in the past. I smile and look over at her, but she’s not looking at my face, she’s looking between my legs.

Showing Myself by IndianaWoman Showing Myself Ch. 12 I try out new things and get closer to Monika. Wow, thank you so much for the very nice and encouraging emails! I'm not a writer, but I try! I guess I should have written papers like this in college, and I would have gotten an A. And I know I mix tenses sometimes, and probably commas are sometimes wrong, but I hope it still makes sense. Several people wanted me to say how things continued with Rolf, so I'll write about that this time. Also, I have to say that in this story I am probably more "bad" than usual, or as Kari would say, "Jenn, you are so wild!" But it was safe and so exciting, so here we go! Wait, one more thing: My life was not just one continuous sex show. Yes, I spent a lot of sexual time with Monika and her husband (Martin), but I never mentioned here that we had wonderful days when they invited me to family outings, or when Martin took me to his workplace so I could see some of the technology they used (I was interested in computers), or once when I had a really bad flu and Monika came three days in a row while my mom was at work and sat with me and brought me tea and made sure I was comfortable. Or, when Rolf and my dad played pool at the rec center, or when they spent the afternoon trying to explain American football and soccer. It was all so fun! Anyway, to get on with the story, after I got comfortable with Rolf, I found new ways to surprise him and satisfy my urges, and he always went along with me. We were so madly in love, and we went everywhere together. Even my dad liked him, and Rolf came over for dinner several times a week, and he always impressed my mom by insisting on helping with the dishes. A couple months after I met him, his parents gave him some money for his birthday, and we even went to Paris for the weekend. Obviously, my parents realized we were intimate by then, but jeez, I was twenty years old! I still loved going to the theater with him, but now we were also able to try new things outside of the theater. For instance, previously it wouldn't have been exciting to just go in a secluded area of the park and masturbate by myself, but now with Rolf, we could go somewhere quiet and I could perform oral on him or he could lift my skirt and rub my pussy, even though we could have been caught. Sometimes I would stroke his cock and just before he came, I would kneel down and pull my bra forward so he could drench me, telling him I wanted to feel his cum on my body as we walked around, and he loved that. Or sometimes at night we would go for a walk in the park and he would sit on a bench, and I would straddle him and take his cock deep inside while I just gazed at him. That's the advantage of warm weather and wearing a skirt! Anyway, that all happened in the coming year, and the timing of this story is during the first few weeks I knew Rolf and I wasn't on birth control yet, so we still had to be a little bit careful. But there was still a lot of fun to be had, and it even made us be more inventive. But first I'll tell you about my next visit with Monika and Martin. My first order of business was to call Monika and tell them I wanted to make the movie we had been talking about. I knew nothing about how to go about it, so she put her husband on the phone since his English was better. "Hello Jennifer, I will get the blank films for you, and I suggest we make an erotic one for your fantasies, and a normal one for your memories. The erotic one can be done all at once, and the normal one can be done over time, like maybe when you and Monika are walking down the street or in the park or having a glass of wine. She would like that for a memory too." "Oh, you are so thoughtful! I love it! When can we do it? I hope you don't think I'm awful, but I really want to show the movie in the theater and see if anyone recognizes me. And I want to surprise Rolf too. He always says I'm so sexy, and he'll like seeing me on the screen and making all the guys jealous that only he can have me." "No Jennifer, you are not awful. Nothing you do causes harm to anyone, and you and everyone else will like it. And Monika likes you very much." Ok, this whole thing will make more sense if I explain how the theater worked. There were actually two theaters in one building. The first was larger and showed normal length movies of about ninety minutes. The second was smaller and showed four or five shorter clips of about ten minutes each that looped over and over. They were usually silent, and the purpose was to give the men a quick thrill if they only had a short time. I liked both theaters for different reasons. The big theater was more leisurely and let me be slower and more seductive and I could spend hours there. But the small theater gave me exposure to more men. I could sit naked right in the middle and if it was during the lunch hour, maybe a dozen men would come and go during that time, no pun intended. It was so hot when they would realize I was there and would watch me instead of watching the movie! But you know all that from my previous stories, and now I wanted to take it up a notch. Anyway, Monika and Mike arranged for me to come over in a couple of days, and I was dressed as sexy as possible. But, I just couldn't compete with how Monika carried herself. When she opened the door, she looked so gorgeous with tight jeans and sandals and a white blouse and a wisp of hair brushing down over her forehead. God, if I were a lesbian, she would have been the one I fell in love with! We hugged, and of course the first thing she asked is whether I would be spending the night, and I whispered that I would. She was so devilish, and said, "He has to leave for work in the morning, so we can stay in bed for a while, and then we go to the city and shop." I won't describe the whole evening, because we started out as usual with a very nice dinner, and we then relaxed with a glass of wine. I really thought that I would be making my movie that night, but Martin laughed and said that it isn't as easy as that! "You need to tell us what you imagine the movie to be. It should be a fantasy you have. Do you have an idea?" "Well, it has to be me all alone because this is actually for Rolf, and I was thinking it could just show me coming home after school and walking into my bedroom and then looking at a picture of Rolf, which always makes me excited. Then I take my clothes off very slowly and get on my bed and put his picture on the nightstand where I can look at it. I start masturbating and rubbing my hands over my body, until I finally cum. I think everyone would like watching that, right?" "I think it sounds perfect. And I think you should try it right now while we watch. We'll follow you into the bedroom." God, I was already getting wet just telling them that, and now that they were going to watch me got me going even more! I stood and walked to their room with them behind me, and I started my fantasy. I pulled Rolf's picture from my purse and looked at it, and set it on the nightstand. I turned to face them without looking them in the eye, although I could see that Monika had placed one hand on Martin, and the other hand on herself. I love it that their thrill is watching, and mine is to be watched, although we enjoy switching roles too. I opened my blouse and let it slip to the floor, and did the same with my skirt. Now I was standing there with a see-through bra and panties and thigh high stockings. Maybe I mentioned this before, but thigh highs feel so good on a woman because the band grips around your leg close to your pussy, just like if someone is placing their hand there. I sat on the bed, unhooked my bra and leaned forward and let it slip off. I decided to leave my stockings on because I thought they looked sexy, so I swung around and leaned against the headboard and opened my legs. After that first time at the theater, I was never one for modesty! The whole time, I was imagining a movie camera was recording and this is what the men would be watching. My hand slipped into my panties and unlike a lot of adult movies, what my imaginary viewers were seeing was real excitement. But I knew that this was a practice session for a real recording, and I knew that men in the theater would want to see everything, so I lifted myself up and slid my panties off, but not before bringing my fingers to my lips and tasing myself. I knew they would like that! Now I was openly playing with myself, alternating between rubbing my clit, and then dragging my fingers through my wetness and bringing them to my nipples. God, I wished my boobs were bigger so I could reach them with my tongue, but the guys would have to be happy with this. I glanced at Martin and Monika and now he had his hands in her jeans and she had pulled his cock out, so I guess I wasn't doing too badly. I had no idea how much time had passed, and didn't know if I had to speed things up or slow down, but there was no stopping me now. In the past I finished myself off in many different ways, sometimes teasing myself slowly and sometimes rubbing myself vigorously, and this time it would definitely be the latter. I stretched myself out on the bed and opened my legs wide and rubbed my clit hard. Somehow I wished they would put a bed in the theater so I could give a real show, and just the thought of it brought be even closer to the edge. I started lifting my body off the bed, and soon my hips were moving up and down in rhythm with my fingers. I thought maybe ten minutes had passed by, so I let myself go, and my legs closed tight over my hand as my fingers pressed against my clit and my body went rigid. I was so out of breath but I still smiled as I watched my friends quickly undress and climb onto the bed with me. I asked how I did, and Martin said, "That was amazing, but about eight minutes too long. You must practice." Monika already had her hand between her legs and was watching me intently, and she said something to Martin. He then knelt over us and started to stroke his cock, so I could guess that she told him to masturbate and watch us. I could see that it was exciting for him, which made me happy. Monika turned on her side and faced me while continuing to pleasure herself, and she gave me such a look of desire. I could see that Martin was getting close, and he moved over closer and right above me. I smiled at him, giving silent permission that he should cum all over me. A minute later, his hand went still, and I felt his cum splatter over my body. Only Rolf had done that before, and even to this day it is such an amazing feeling. I looked at myself and could see puddles on my belly as Martin squeezed out the last few drops onto my thigh. Just then Monika started breathing heavily and pushed herself against me, and I could feel her hand moving quickly against herself. It's so funny how the telltale signs are the same for everyone, because suddenly she stopped and let herself enjoy her orgasm. After she came down from that, she laid her hand across my body and smiled at me. The three of us were all satisfied from our masturbation sessions, and we talked about how real sex is also great, but watching a partner in self pleasure is amazing too. I'm an expert at that, so I should know! We then turned out the light, and this time Monika didn't even wait until I was asleep, and softly spooned against me while putting her arm around and placing her hand on my breast. Martin did the same to her, and the three of us fell asleep just like that. The next morning, Martin had already left for work when I awoke, and when I opened my eyes Monika was standing next to the bed looking at me and drying her hair, so she obviously had just gotten out of the shower. She was naked, and I couldn't help looking at her body. I honestly think I had a good body, and I think I still do, but Monika was on a different level. Imagine waking up and the first thing you see are her sexy hips, and then you look up and see her full breasts pushing out from her chest, and then her beautiful eyes looking down at you. My first thought was why does she even like a girl like me?? And then, because I think too much (as people always told me), I was suddenly insecure. Why didn't she wake me up so we could shower together? Is she bored with me? Did she give up on me? I crawled out of bed, and she gave me a hug and she said I should take a shower while she put together a breakfast, and then we would go to the city for some shopping. While I was in the shower, I was wondering when she would step in with me and start washing me, but she didn't show. I stepped from the shower and grabbed the towel, and walked to the bedroom, and she was there. She handed me a new bra and panties, and said, "For you, you will look very nice." I was relieved; I guess she really did still like me! I put them on, and then pulled my jeans up over my legs, and put on a sweater. I looked in the mirror, and thought if Rolf was there he would really approve. We had breakfast, and then headed to the city. We went into our favorite store, and even though I was just a student and didn't have a lot of money, I loved shopping with Monika because she had such good ideas about fashion and I learned a lot. We walked through the store and Monika said something to the salesclerk. We went to the racks of dresses and started looking around, when she deftly moved behind me and pulled me close. "Monika, what are you doing??" Without saying a word, she placed her hand between my legs and my body kind of slumped against hers. "It is ok, I am not touching you, I am touching only your jeans." Hard to argue with that logic! She started to move her hands over me firmly but gently, and I admit I parted my legs slightly in response. I had touched myself like this through my jeans before, and it felt so good! I could feel her breath on the back of my neck, and I shuddered. I realized my earlier insecurities were silly, and she really did still like me! "Monika, what if the clerk sees us?" "She won't. I told her we wanted private time." "Oh God, she knows what we're doing?" "Maybe. And maybe she is watching. You like that, no?" She knew me too well! I wanted to look around and see if the clerk was in sight, but I didn't want to disturb the moment, and just knowing that she might be watching was thrilling. This was different than in the theater. In the theater I could moan or stand up and lean against the wall and rub my pussy in full view, but here all I could do was allow myself a soft whimper. She continued massaging me, and her other arm was on my stomach, holding me close. She whispered, "I liked waking up with you. You can have fun with Rolf, but we can have fun too. You are so beautiful. We are good girlfriends." Just hearing her soft voice like that was so erotic, and soon I whispered, "Monika, I'm going to cum. I can barely stand up!" She applied more pressure exactly in the right place, and soon I was in the middle of a wonderful orgasm. This was different, because I had to remain still and silent, and everything was focused around her hand. I knew if I slipped my hand into my jeans, I would be soaking wet. How does she have this power over me? I didn't even resist! I turn around and said, "Monika, you are so bad, I didn't expect that. But you are amazing!" But then she took my hand and placed it on her and said, "Now, you make me feel good." I knew what to do, and I remained in the same place, facing her with my upturned hand rubbing her through her jeans. I think this is why women are more inclined to play around with other women just for fun, because a guy has to actually take his cock out and the other guy has to rub it, but women can be much more erotic and discreet without even getting undressed. We were basically just two friends giving each other a massage. "Am I doing it ok, Monika?" "Yes, all that you do is ok." She put one hand on my shoulder to steady herself, and I could see her hips move slightly to match my hand motions. I told her to stare into my eyes. "Look right at me. I want to see your eyes the moment you are starting to cum. I want to feel what you feel." She said, "You are so unfair. You say you don't play with girls, but you are so good at it. But I accept this. This is better than anything I experienced before." That made me so happy! Such a sweet thing to say! I kept the gyrations of my hand going, and I could feel her hand open and close on my shoulder. But then her hand closed and didn't open, so I knew this was it. I was less experienced and only knew what I did when I came, so I increased my hand movement on her and she could barely contain herself. And even though she was taller than me, she collapsed forward and rested her head on my shoulder. "Do you feel good? Did I do ok?" "Yes, I want you to visit me every day." I laughed and said, "I'm sure you would like that, and so would I. But I think my schoolwork would suffer if I just spent the day masturbating with my best friend!" We tried to compose ourselves, but we both still had that "look", and when we walked past the clerk, she and Monika said something. After we left the store, I asked what she said. "She asked me if I found what I was looking for, and I said we both did." "Monika! She really did know what we were doing! I can't go back there again!" "Oh, it is ok. You don't know how many wives meet for things like this. It is fun, like when we practiced kissing." I really wondered what my life would be like if I hadn't met Monika. I would still have fun in the theater, and I think I still would have met Rolf, and I would still be very sexual, but Monika gave me so much confidence! After being with her, I was never afraid to say what I wanted, and I was never ashamed of what I wanted. If I was with my guy and we were watching TV, I had no problem telling him I was horny and had to rub my pussy with or without him. If he thinks that's slutty, that's his problem. It's like when I first met Jim and acted so forward with him. He liked it, and if I hadn't asserted myself, we never would have become so close, right? Anyway, we went to a café and talked. Luckily, it wasn't crowded, because our talk was about making my movie. "Ok Jennifer, you need to first practice and find something that fits in ten minutes exactly. You can't finish too soon, and you can't finish too late. You understand what I mean?" "Yes Monika, I've seen about a million movies of women masturbating. If I finished in five minutes, the last five minutes would be boring. I'll practice tonight." That would be an interesting conversation if my parents asked what I'm working on. "Ok, good. Also, do you have a sex toy? I think not, because you would have told me of it by now. I think they are ok sometimes, but I prefer my own fingers mostly, but men like watching women with one. Maybe if you started with your fingers, and finished with the toy, it would be an exciting movie." "No, I don't have one. All I've tried is a candle, a carrot, and a cucumber. The carrot is too hard, and the candle melts too easily, and the cucumber wasn't too bad, but still not right." "No Jennifer, not a cucumber. You are not a farm girl. We will look in the sex shop for a toy you like. I will help you." We left the café and walked to a sex shop further up the street. You have to remember that sex shops in Europe are not gross and dirty, and it's very possible that there could be a clothing store on one side and a bakery on the other. It is much less uptight there. We went in, and obviously Monika knew the clerk, and I'm guessing she told him we were just looking around. Imagine how I felt! Despite all I did while exposing myself in the theaters so many times, I still had just had my first kiss and first date a week ago, and now I was shopping for a sex toy! She showed me the different types, and explained the difference between a dildo and vibrator, and that if I liked what we did earlier, a vibrator would be best. We laughed at some of the dildos though, because some were huge and she explained that for some reason men like to see women use them. I told her I had to practice with Rolf a lot before I tried those! We chose a vibrator and went to the counter. Of course, just like in the US, everything in a sex shop is much more expensive than it should be, and Monika started to negotiate with him. He spoke some English, and we switched to that for my benefit. She told him that she was a good customer and that this was my first vibrator, and he should even give it to me for free. The poor guy said he would get in trouble for that, but he would cut the price in half. It was like they were negotiating over a new TV or something! She replied back that it was still too much, but that she would accept it this time. Monika gave him some money and he took the vibrator out of the package and made a point of telling me that he wouldn't charge for the batteries. God, it was so weird taking it from him, since he knew exactly what I would be doing with it. We left the store, and although I have left the theater many times without feeling self-conscious, there was something about having the vibrator in my bag that made me feel like I had just robbed a bank! Or what if I ran into my mother! God, Monika would probably take her back in and buy a dildo for her! "Monika, do you think Rolf really likes me? Do you think he just wants me for sex until he finds a real woman? Do you think any man will ever like me?" "Oh Jennifer, you think too much! I am sure that many women would love to be as brave as you, and Rolf likes you very much. You have had a wonderful orgasm today, and I'm sure your friends haven't had even one. When I look at you, I see a very confident, loving woman. You will understand when you are older." I felt kind of ashamed that she was now saying I was confident, when I was anything but that when I woke up and she was gone. I had to confess. "Well, Monika, I would have had two orgasms by now because I always play with myself in the shower, but I was insecure that you got out of bed and took a shower without waking me, and I thought you didn't like me anymore. I guess it made me sad, but like you say, I think too much." "Ok, you are not so confident, and you are very silly instead. I wanted to surprise you at the store, which is why I waited. Jennifer, I want you to never doubt me again, ok?" I felt much better and I was walking on clouds! And she was right. Everyone was so nice to me and taking care of me, and here I was not believing it. I promised her I would do better. She had to leave then, and I thanked her for the wonderful morning and of course the vibrator, and told her we could make the sex film when it was convenient for them. I knew it would be amazing! After that exciting morning, I knew exactly where I wanted to go. I started walking towards Renate's theater, knowing that it was a little bigger and would give me more space to experiment with the vibrator. Little did I know it would be one of my most intense experiences there. I walked in and handed Renata my bag, but took out the vibrator first. "Is it ok if I use this? It's new and I never tried one before." "Of course, you are my favorite. You can do anything unless they complain, and they never complain." I guess she was right. What would they complain about, that they couldn't concentrate on the movie? I entered the theater and sat a few rows from the front. Even though most people would need a few minutes to adjust to the darkness, I had been there so many times I could find my way around blindfolded. This was also the first time that I decided I wouldn't get completely nude, since the thigh-high stockings and lacy bra felt so sexy on me. I'm sure the men wouldn't mind though! I looked at the vibrator and put it on its lowest setting, and checked to see if I would feel it through my jeans. Omg, I could! I turned it up, but that was too much, even for me. But now I couldn't wait to try it for real, and unbuttoned my shirt and took off my jeans. I stood up and carried them to the women's restroom and came back out and smiled at the men. Some I recognized, and some were new. They probably wondered what was going on! I sat in the front row so I could slide down in my seat and stretch my legs out. I was still wearing my panties, and I held the vibrator against my pussy very gently, and at that moment I knew the vibrator would be a regular thing. I think it was because it really wasn't like an extension of my body, and it was like someone else was touching me. It also made me think of a way that I could take advantage of that. As usual, as I glanced backwards, I saw that the men were taking more interest in me than the movie and were waiting to see what I would do. I stood up and walked towards the front of the theater and leaned against the little stage and faced the seats. There were about eight men there, but I didn't make eye contact with them, preferring to feel their stares all over my body. The movie was playing behind me, and I became part of the show. Finally, one of them made the first move and stood up and walked towards the front of the theater where I was. The front row was about ten feet away, and I motioned for him to take a seat. I parted my legs and slipped my hand inside my panties, and he could see my hand start moving over myself. I indicated that he should start stroking his cock, and he pulled it out and started masturbating. Usually I was a little more passive and just provided silent encouragement, but the vibrator that was soon to be put to use made me more assertive. Now, the remainder of the men made their way down front, and like many times before, they sat down and their hands began slowly stroking their cocks while their eyes were glued on me. I smiled at the thought of how I was so innocent when I first started doing this and just relied on my naked body to excite them, and now I was wearing sexy things and using a vibrator. If you would like to know, I was wearing white stockings, matching panties, and a lacy see-through bra, which I was hoping looked sexy on me. As they stared at me, fantasies swirled through my mind. I wished that Rolf was sitting there and looking at me, and that I could go over and rub my body against him. That made me think of the time that I asked Rolf to shoot his cum on me, and I imagined kneeling in front of all of these men and letting them do the same. I would never do that in real life of course, but just thinking it made me feel so bad! I pushed the straps of my bra down off my shoulder and let it fall forward, exposing my breasts, just like last night. It's not like I had amazing breasts or anything, but I was only twenty so they looked really good to the guys sitting there! I pulled my other hand from my panties and hooked my fingers into the waistband and inched them down my thighs to expose myself. I let them fall to the floor and I kicked them off to the side. I don't know why I always did that, but maybe it was my way of showing them I was in charge and go ahead and look? I held the vibrator up to my mouth and seductively swirled my tongue over it, and then turned it on to the lowest setting and brought it down to my pussy. This was the first time I had felt something like this, and it made me shudder as I let out a gasp. First Monika surprised me in the department store, and now this! What a day! My legs became weak from the intensity of the vibrator, and I had to sit down. I told them I would take a seat and that they can stand in front of me and watch. I had learned that men are much more visual than women, so I didn't hold back on exposing myself at all. After I sat down, I slid ahead a little bit and left one leg rest on the arm of the seat so I was completely exposed. More fantasies ran through my mind. I imagined I would tell Rolf to come in and pretend he doesn't know me and masturbate with the others, but then I would point to him and tell him he could shoot his cum all over my pussy, and everyone else would be jealous of him. Or, I imagined asking Monika to come with me, and have her seductively undress me in front of everyone, and gently massage me with the vibrator. The possibilities were endless. But for the moment, it was just me and the group of men standing on front of me holding their cocks. I turned the vibrator off because it was too intense and didn't want to cum yet, but I still let it slide through my pussy before bringing it to my lips so I could taste myself. That created another fantasy where Monika and I could do that together and taste each other. I turned the vibrator back on and teased my nipples, while my other hand massaged my pussy. I rarely spoke at the theater, preferring to almost pretend that I was alone, but this time I announced that I wanted to watch them cum. That must have triggered something, because within seconds two of the men let go with streams of cum in front of me. They stepped back and another guy came forward and did the same. "That is amazing! You are going to make me cum too!" The amazing [part if that a young girl like me could have a big group of men wrapped around my little finger, but that was half the fun, and they didn't mind. Anyway, I set the vibrator down next to me so I could concentrate on myself, and I started rubbing faster. Their eyes were glued to my pussy, and once again I brought my wetness to my lips and licked it off before going back down to finish myself off. The remaining men knew this, and increased their tempo too. Finally I started to cum, and I couldn't keep from convulsing in my seat. After I settled down, I looked up at my spectators. "I won't leave yet, and you can keep looking at me until you cum. I want you all to be satisfied." One by one each guy came, and thanked me. God, I'd give anything to recreate that feeling again. That's why I found it so hot that first night when Jim and I played, and when Mike looked at me through the window on my deck. I love that! The next day, Rolf didn't have to work and I met him downtown. I told him I had thought about him for two days and wanted to make him feel good, so we went straight to Andrea's theater. As usual, we entered and took seats in the middle where there was a big space between rows. Rolf undressed first, and then I just relaxed while he slid my jeans off and pulled my sweater over my head. I stood up in front of him and slowly slipped my panties off and released my breasts from my bra. "Rolf, I don't know why, but I'm more excited than ever. Put our things down in the front and come back and sit with me." Within moments we were sitting next to each other, and the other patrons were glancing at us. My birth control still hadn't kicked in, but we still had a lot of things we could do. We started making out, and I reached down and wrapped my hand around his cock, and couldn't wait for the day when it would be inside me. We sat back and we started mutually masturbating each other while watching the action on the screen. A woman was kneeling on front of a guy and sucking his cock, and I told Rolf I would be doing that before the night was over, and he said he would be doing the same to me. I can't even tell you how wet that made me! We did this for a while, and it was so much fun. I'd slowly stroke him and then stop and make him squirm, but I knew that would make him cum so much later. And he'd do the same thing, and lean over and place gentle kisses on my body before placing his hand back over my pussy. The men in the theater were enjoying the show too. Just then, the theater door opened, and a young couple about our age entered. Usually the couples that came in were a little older because they were mostly married couples trying to make their marriage a little more exciting, so this was different. Obviously they hadn't been here before, because they seemed lost while waiting for their eyes to adjust. The funny thing is that I barely remember what he looked like, but I remember every detail about her. She was a little taller than me, with dark hair that stopped just above the shoulders and she wore straight bangs that made her look so cute. She had very feminine curves that I am sure every man fell in love with, and her breasts were quite large. She wore tight jeans that showed off her very cute butt, and a vey tight sweater with bright and colorful horizontal stripes. The memory of her even now is so vivid! Finally they made their way to two seats at the end of our row and sat down. Rolf and I stopped what we were doing and just sat there, but it was kind of hard to act casual since we were naked. They whispered to each other, and then she glanced over and saw us and they started whispering more. The guy leaned forward and said something, and obviously Rolf told them I didn't understand, but he must have also told them they could come over closer, because they got up and moved over next to us. She and I were in the middle sitting between Rolf and the other guy. She smiled at me and said, "So, I speak some English. You are having fun?" "Yes, we come here sometimes because we don't have our own place", not wanting to tell them we came for other reasons too. "Yes, I understand that. We were just walking around and came in to see what it was like, and now we find that someone like us is here. You like getting undressed here?" "Yes, it feels so free." God, I sounded like such a hippie dork, but that's all I could think of. She and her guy spoke to each other, and then she asked me if it was ok if they undressed too. Somehow I was suddenly insecure again, because her breasts were so big and Rolf would forget all about little old me, but I told her that it was ok. He got naked quickly and tossed his clothes in a pile, and she stood and peeled her clothes off just like I did. At that moment I realized that women usually stand up to get undressed because our clothes are much tighter and we have to reach around to unsnap the bra. Details, details. Both Rolf and I watched her as she pushed her panties to the floor, and we saw that she had very full dark pubic hair as opposed to my much lighter, fine hair. I laughed to myself when I thought about how Monika taught me how to neaten that up. Anyway, then she reached around and released her bra, exposing her beautiful breasts. She smiled when she saw that both Rolf and I were staring. Even I wanted to touch them just to see what they felt like! She sat down next to me and said, "You are right, this feels good." Her guy was looking me over with approval, so I felt a little better that I didn't look too bad even compared to her. We looked kind of silly just sitting there, so I made the first move and placed my hand back on Rolf's cock and started stroking. That loosened her up and she did the same. The other men were now ignoring the movie completely and looking at us, so I told her that no one would bother us and I found it kind of exciting. She asked, "What else do you do?" "Well, I am not on birth control yet, so I stroke him like this, and I take him in my mouth, and he cums all over me. He does the same to me. We have a lot of possibilities." "So you have never had sex?" "Not yet, but soon. I have to wait for the pill to take effect. But then, I'll want to do it constantly, I'm sure." "And then you will do it here? While people are watching?" "Oh, yes! That makes it even more incredible." "So it would be ok if I did that now with my friend?" "Yes, I would love to see that. Is it ok if we watch?" She just smiled and said something to her guy, and slid down to the edge of the seat. He knelt in front of her with his cock sticking straight out, and started moving it up and down through her wetness at her entrance. I was watching intently, because I had only seen Monika and Martin up close before, and I wanted to make Rolf happy when we finally did it. I liked it that he teased her a little bit first, and I whispered to Rolf that I wanted him to do that to me when we started having sex. My hand was gripping Rolf's cock and sliding up and down. He was watching them too, and probably thinking about how it would feel to plunge deep in me the first time. Just then, her guy slowly slid inside her and I heard her gasp, and I noticed that her nipples went hard. Watching how her pussy gripped his cock was so exciting, as was how her breasts gently moved with his thrusts. She noticed me looking, and said, "You can touch my breasts if you like? You appear curious." Honestly, she was so sexy and I really wanted to know how her boobs felt. But just then I had an idea. "Yes, I'm curious, but would it be ok if Rolf touched you? You're so sexy, and he's a wonderful boyfriend, and I think he'd like it." They said ok and Rolf moved over to my seat. I decided to just kneel down in front of him and watch while playing with his cock. Her guy was thrusting inside her and Rolf was sliding his hand over her body and feeling her breasts, and I could tell from the hardness of his cock that he liked it. I liked how he was gentle with her and not just grabbing and being rough, and it even made me proud of him. I whispered to him, "I want you to enjoy this", and leaned forward and took his cock in my mouth. Rolf groaned, and the girl smiled at me. I think I even earned her respect! I had seen enough movies to know I should slide my hand down his cock as my lips slid down over him, and I wanted to do all the work so he could enjoy the scene next to him. I came up for air long enough to ask her, "Will he cum inside you?" "Yes, he does normally." "Does it feel good? Rolf always cums on my body or in my mouth, but soon I'll be able to try it inside." She laughed, and said, "Yes, it feels very good. I think you will like it too." She must have been amused by my questions. Rolf and I had been playing for a half hour before they got there, and I could tell that he was getting close. I removed my hand from his cock and used only my mouth, knowing that he likes that a lot. I would open my mouth and go way down, and then squeeze it with my lips as I came back up, as though I was trying to pull the cum from him. I was far from an expert, but I was getting better at it. He quickly stood and I put my face right in front of his cock and smiled, encouraging him to let go. What guy doesn't like that? He brought his hand to his cock as our new friends watched, and before he even finished two strokes, the first shot streamed across my face, followed by several more. He always seemed to cum a lot, but this was the best one yet. I licked what I could from the end of his cock, and scraped some from my face into my mouth, and that scene must have been too much for our friends, because just then the guy started moaning, obviously shooting his cum in her. She brought her hand down to her clitoris, and started rubbing it make herself cum. Before he could even finish, she started convulsing in her own orgasm while his cock was still inside her. We watched closely as he let his cock slide out, and then we could see his cum fill the folds of her pussy as it seeped out. God, I couldn't wait until I could do that too! Next, Rolf told me to switch places, so I sat down and he pulled me forward and started licking my pussy. I gripped the arms of the chair and was in total ecstasy, and the girl smiled at me and placed her hand on mine. That was nice! She obviously saw that I liked Rolf's cum, so to excite me even more, she took her other hand and drew her fingers through her pussy and brought them to her lips to show me that she likes cum too. That was enough to push me over the edge, and like always, my nipples went hard and my chest flushed. I grabbed the back of Rolf's head and held him against my pussy as I slowly came back down to earth. Out of breath, we both collapsed back into our seats. I looked at her and said, "That was fun, and you were amazing! Do you only do it one time when you have sex? We always rest and do it again. Is that normal? I don't have a lot of experience, and don't know what other people like." She translated that to her guy, and they laughed, and said, "Yes, we like to do it again. But we also need to rest first." She and I talked some more, and I actually did feel her breasts, and I told her I couldn't imagine having them. She said I looked perfect, and wished hers weren't so big. I mean, they weren't huge, but rather they were the kind that men would notice when she walked in the room, and she looked very sexy. But it was nice of her to say that about me anyway. We chatted some more, which was kind of funny in a way because we were all naked and I was playing around with Rolf's cock like we were all sitting at a café, but it was comforting to see that there are other people like me and Monika that are wild like this and who are also totally normal and pleasant he be around. And yes, we did play around some more that night, but use your imagination! For the next chapter, you have a couple of options. I can tell about making the film at Monika's house and surprising Rolf with it and the adventures that followed, or I can go back to the present and talk about how things progressed with my new friends. Leave a comment below or send me an email, and I'll see what I can do. Bye bye!

She's a Tease by MIKE HUNT I was returning Karen & John's vacuum cleaner. Mine had blown up a couple of weeks earlier, and I hadn't spent the money to fix it or buy a new one yet. I didn't know either Karen or John particularly well; they had only moved into our duplex about 3 or 4 months before, and what with work schedules and all, I only ran into them at the mailbox or front door a few times for a couple of seconds. Anyway, Karen answered the door, and as I thanked her for the use of the appliance, she told me stash it in the cleaning closet under the stairs in the living room. I carried it into her house, making polite conversation as we walked through the foyer and living room. Hanging in front of the door to the closet was a dress in a cellophane bag. It looked to be new. "New dress?" I asked. "Big event coming up?" "Yes, and sort of," she replied. John is having some of his people from work over for a dinner party on Thursday, and I wanted to get something new to wear. But now I'm not so sure about it," Karen said. "Why?" I asked innocently. "Well, I was in one of my flirty moods when I bought it, and now I'm not sure it appropriate for his boss and coworkers," she said. I wondered what John thought of the dress, when she answered my unspoken question by saying "I just got it yesterday, and John hasn't seen it yet. In fact, he won't, because he's out of town on business until Thursday afternoon, and then he's picking them up at work and bringing them all here for the celebration dinner party. Some big deal they're closing this week..." She paused, and then said, "And his boss is kind of conservative. Would you do me a favor? Would you take a look at it and tell me what you think?" "Sure," I said. "Always glad to help a damsel in dis-dress." She groaned at my bad joke. So did I. She grabbed the hangar down from its perch on the railing above the door, and said "Just put the vacuum cleaner under the stairs. I'll change and be right out." Her bedroom door was just opposite the closet, but she closed the door most of the way, and I couldn't see anything. But we continued talking. She began. "Sometimes I'm just in such a mood, and I like to show off, a little. Well, maybe a lot, actually. I think it's a reaction to my ugly duckling years when I was a teenager." "Well, those days are over," I almost shouted through the door. Karen, you see, is about 5' 6", shoulder length brunette hair, and has a killer figure. I knew she was nice looking, but today she was walking around in a T-shirt and tight jeans, and it was the first time I had really noticed how bouncy her tits were, and what a great hourglass shape she had. "Thanks," she replied. "But I'm afraid I've turned into a bit of a flirt and a tease. Well, maybe more than a bit. I like to have men look at me. Once my figure filled out and I realized I wasn't quite so ugly any more, I sort of got the attitude `If you've got it, show it'. Cause I figure in another 10 or 20 years I won't have it, and then what?" "Yeah, I know what you mean. I'm looking forward to another 20 years when I have a pot belly and am wearing fuzzy slippers around the house, myself," I joked. She laughed. "But I am a little afraid that this dress might be a bit too much for a business dinner, so you can really help me by being completely honest." "OK," I promised. Karen appeared in the doorway. And she wasn't kidding. The dress was short. Real short. I estimated it ended about 4 or 5 inches below her crotch. The material was skin tight up to her breasts, and was like a thin satin or some such. But at the bust line, that material ended and gave way to a cottony bodice which held her breasts straight out, sort of in the fashion of the Swiss-miss ski outfits. The effect of the different material and her beautiful boobs was eye-shattering, to say the least. Best of all, the cottony bra section was quite low cut, showing the beginning swell of her breasts above it as she breathed in and out. "Wow," I managed to say. OK, so my tongue was stuck in my throat. Witty conversation while staring at a beautiful girl has never been my strong suit. In fact, I'm quite shy, which perhaps accounts for why I hadn't taken much note of this goddess living right next door. "Wow," I said again. "Well thanks, I think. But what do you think? A little too much for a business party?" "To be truthful, I'd say it's right on the line. Maybe a little too much, maybe not. What do you think John will think?" She answered quickly and without hesitation. "Oh, he'll probably think it's fine. He likes to show me off. He's completely secure in our relationship. And so am I. I have a wonderful marriage. I would never do anything to jeopardize it, I mean, like sleeping with someone else or something. And he knows what a tease I can be, especially when I put my mind to it." "Well, then, what's the problem?" I wondered out loud. "Maybe several things." John's boss is quite a bit taller than me, or even you. For example, here get up on the stair." I moved to the first stair of the staircase. "Now look." And with that, she turned around with her back to me and moved back so that I was looking down her dress. "See what I mean? I can't tell if he'll be able to see too much, and I don't want to leave a bad impression on the boss, right?" She paused for a moment. I drank in the view. "How much can you see?" she asked. "Ah, er, I mean, some, ah," "Oh for heaven's sakes," she snorted. "Be honest. They're just boobs. All women have them. It's not like they're a rare commodity or something." Hers were, believe me. She went on, "Would you rather call them tits? You do call them tits when you're with the guys, right? I call them tits, too. How much can you see?" There was an awkward lull. But I decided to press bravely on. "Well, I would say I can see about halfway down, I mean about half-way, I guess. It's quite a view, I will have to admit. But if you're just careful not to let him sneak up behind you, you shouldn't have to worry, right?" The entire time she was standing there, just letting me stare down her blouse at her ripe melons. God, is there a job like this anywhere on the planet? "Yeah, I guess so. But that's not all. Here, sit down." She led me to a wooden chair in the living room. It was more of a stool with a high back, actually. I sat down. "Suppose I'm serving hors d'oeuvres." She grabbed a magazine and held it out as though it were a serving tray. She bent over at the waist, directly in front of me, pretending to offer me a canape. She said "Can I interest you in something to nibble on?" As she bent over, the top of the blouse billowed down nearly revealing her full hanging breasts, my eyes were riveted on that most beautiful sight. I stared and stared, until she finally said, "Ahem. Hello? Can I have your attention please?" Finally I took my eyes out of her blouse and looked up into her face. She was smiling quite broadly at me, and said, "See, I told you I like to tease. But I don't want to be blatant about it, or anything. So I need to know if this looks, well, too much." At this point she was still bent over, and the square cut neckline of the dress was still hanging away from her tits. I could see virtually everything except the cherry nipples which were still shielded from view. My eyes shifted back down and stared. My eyes never moved as I spoke. "Well I suppose you could be a little careful about bending over like that, cause I certainly can see a lot of your, ah, you know, cleavage." "Cleavage. I'm guessing you can see more than cleavage. Anyway, I've always thought that's a funny word. I wonder where "cleavage" ends and tits begin? I wonder why people use euphemisms like that. I call them tits. Don't you? I'm sure you mean tits. Is there some reason you don't like that word?" As I kept my gaze confined on her window of womanhood, she continued, "Would you rather call them jugs? How about hooters?" She giggled. She was right. Somehow I was having trouble sitting in front of this gorgeous creature and staring down her dress and talking about her tits. I resolved to change that. "OK, yes, I can see most of your, ah, tits. And just beautiful ones they are, too, if I might say. Some of the nicest tits I've seen in quite a while. OK? There, I said it. Tits." She giggled. "Oh I've embarrassed you. I'm such a flirt. But I really needed to know. Thanks." I replied "And maybe you should watch what you say at those times, too. Like `Would you like something to nibble on' could be taken the wrong way. Maybe you should try `Can I offer you something?' Oh, no, that doesn't work. Well maybe `Here, I made them myself.' Er, well, you know, something else that doesn't give the wrong impression." "Good idea," she shot back. "While I'm passing out the snacks, maybe I'll just say `Grab `em while they're hot!'" We both cracked up. I was getting onto the game, finally. Hey, I may be slow, but I can be fun. She finally straightened back up. Needless to say, I had already straightened up, some, myself. As she stood back, she said "There's one other thing about this dress that I'm concerned about." She turned slightly to the side and flexed one knee forward. "Panty lines. Look. See these wrinkles where my panties are. That's the trouble with these clingy materials." "Didn't you notice when you bought the dress?" I asked. "No, I wasn't wearing panties that day," she said. I almost choked. "I often don't, except when I know I'm going to be trying on shoes, or something. Even then, I forget sometimes. It certainly does make for an interesting time in the shoe store. Usually the guys want to help me try on 20 or 30 pairs!" She continued "But I just didn't think how panties would look with this. And it makes the whole thing positively ugly." I countered quickly. "I don't really think ugly is the right word. In fact I'd have to say that the whole damn package is pretty amazing, panty lines or not." She told me to turn my head to the left and look at the fireplace. I did as she asked, and when she told me to turn back, there were her panties draped over the back of the sofa. She stood straight in front of me, with her legs about 6" apart. "Now doesn't that honestly look better?" she asked. My head turned from the panties on the sofa to the area where they had been just moments before and back. The dress still covered that amazing space at the juncture of her slender legs, but the knowledge that there was just one little wispy, clingy piece of cloth in the way of my view was an immense turn on. I tried to burn a hole in the cloth with my eyes. No luck. Still, depending on how she moved, I could see the occasional outline, the hint of it, really, of her pubic hair pushing out against the cloth. "Yes, that honestly looks better. Real honestly. Unbelievably really honestly." My words were getting harder and harder for me to pronounce. And other parts of my anatomy were suffering the same effect. She walked over and picked up the panties. "Here, look," she said. You could have blown me over with a feather. How far was this going to go, I wondered. But I remembered her speech about her husband and how much in love they were and how she would never do anything to jeopardize her marriage. Well, that was OK. This was certainly entertainment enough. And then I remembered that her husband was out of town until Thursday. So... Anyway, she held out the panties, saying "They're part of a matched set. Really. It's so cute. Want to see the other half?" I readily agreed. She walked into the bedroom and returned just a moment later with a shink-wrapped package. "I thought it would be a bra," I said. "No no no. It's a matched set. His and hers. They were just so cute that I couldn't resist. These are his. Go ahead, open the package. He probably won't wear them anyway." My fingers pried at the plastic. "Why not?", i said. "Oh he only wears briefs, and these are boxer shorts. But I just thought the idea of the `His and Hers" was so cute that I had to get them. Whaddya think?" "Well I wear boxers, so I'm not prejudiced," I started. But before I could get out another word she squealed and interrupted. "Oh you're kidding. Oh that's great. Would you do me the biggest favor. I mean the real biggest? Would you model them for me? Maybe that will give me some ideas on how to get John to wear them." It was a pretty lame excuse, I thought, but hey, who was I to argue. "Ah, sure, sure. I suppose." I stood up and went for my belt. She stopped me. "For heavens sakes, not here. Go change in the bedroom and come back out." "Oh," I said. "Sorry." Guess her marriage speech was more real than I had hoped. Oh well. Just keep playing, I thought. I stepped into the bedroom, dropped my pants and my shorts. My dick jumped out at half-staff. I did my best to get into the boxers and tried to lose at least a little of my erection, and after a couple of moments succeeded in getting as comfortable as I could with a small tent sticking up in the front. "Well, are you ever coming back?" she said. Her voice was raised enough to hear clearly around the corner. "Ready or not," I said. I walked around the corner. Her eyes rocketed to the shorts. She burst out laughing. "They're great. Just great." I had to say, I thought they were queer. There was a big red heart plastered on the front of them, a design I hadn't seen when they were folded inside the shink-wrap. "Well, I think they're a little weird," I noted. "Why," she asked. "Don't you get it? See? Her heart-on." I honestly hadn't noticed the little "Her" embroidered above the big heart. She stabbed at the word with her finger. About 3 inches from my manhood, and closing. But it was not to be. She really was just pointing out the word on the shorts. "Here, look." She picked up her panties again. Now I noticed the little embroidery on them, the word "His" with a picture of a cat. I wrinkled my nose. The cat was positioned right across the pubic area. "His pussy. Don't you get it? I think it's a riot. Her heart-on, his pussy. Oh, I just had to have them." I let out an involuntary breath. "Oh, yea, now I get it. Pretty funny." Where was this going? She continued, "Of course, yours aren't always supposed to look like they do now. You know, with your boner in there, and everything." I blushed. I flushed. She went on. "That's OK. Really. I've seen a boner before. But we can cure that." "What do you mean," I asked. "Well, we can just wait a while. I'm sure it'll go down if we just give it some time." She hesitated. "Or..." "Or?" I said. "Or we can just whap Mister Wiggle there with a rolled up newspaper or something. At least I won't be worried that you're going to rip the material." "Oh," I said, involuntarily pulling my pelvis back. "I thought maybe there would be some other alternative..." I trailed off. "No," she said. "Remember the rules. Teasing and flirting is OK. But I don't want to do something that could affect my marriage. Remember?" "Yeah, sure. I agree. Absolutely." I didn't mean a word of it, but what the hell, this broad had set the rules and I was sure enjoying the game. I saw no reason to take the chance of screwing it up. "So, we'll just wait a few minutes, and they I'll get to see how those shorts look without the tent option." She smiled. I smiled back. OK, what now? She said "Have a seat," motioning me back to my narrow little hard back chair. Sitting down did nothing to disguise my condition. "I'm sure if we just wait, that ole hard-on will go away and then you can model the shorts for me again." "This could be a long wait," I said. As I sat there staring at her, she stepped directly in front of me and cast her eyes down at my groin. Yeah, this could take a long time, I thought. She stood facing me while holding her arms behind her, not exactly sticking her chest out, but the effect was nearly the same. She had her panties in her hands which were folded together behind her butt. Suddenly she dropped the panties. "Oh my," she said. And with that she turned around and bent at the waist to pick them up. Her knees were locked rigid, and as she bent over the back of the dress rode up and the full flower of her womanhood stared me in the face. "Oh my god," I said. "What?" she asked. "You should be careful about bending over in a short skirt in front of people when you don't have any panties on. At the party I mean, of course." "Why?" she asked innocently. "Can you see something else that you're not supposed to see?" She ever so slowly began to straighten up, still facing away from me. God, what an ass! "Yes, actually. I could sort of, you know, kind of see, your, ah," "Oh here we go again," she interrupted. "Don't tell me you could see my pussy. Oh how embarrassing." Needless to say, if I thought I was hard before, now I could have used my dick to pound a nail into concrete. The effect of her talking about her pussy almost made me lose it right then and there. This was just about like having a wet-dream except with your eyes open and you remember every second of it. "OK, yes, your pussy. I could see a little of your, ah, pussy." I still wasn't totally comfortable talking with this voluptuous neighbor about her pussy. But what the heck, when in Rome, I always say. "How much of it," she wanted to know. "Well, I don't know how to describe it, exactly." She began to lean over again. "Well, if I bend over this far, how much can you see?" She inclined at about a 20 degree angle. "Not much. Nothing really, the dress hasn't lifted enough to let me see anything." It was a lie, but not by much. I could just barely see a few wisps of pubic hair and the very edge of her cunt lips. But it was honest enough to keep the conversation going. "So how about now?" She leaned forward and bent into a sideways "L", with the top half of her body parallel to the floor. If I were on the other side, I'd have been looking right down her blouse. From this side the view was at least as interesting. "Oh yes, I can start to see it now. Yes, yes, it's coming into view. It's really a pretty little pussy." I was starting to get comfortable. "I can almost see the lips now." Another lie. I had a perfect view of her cunt lips. I saw that her entire region was a bit puffy. Perhaps she was having the same sort of blood flow reaction that I was. I hoped so. "So if I were to bend over to pick up a dime off the floor, like this..." She bent over fully. "You'd be able to see everything. And of course at a business dinner that wouldn't be a good thing, probably." She didn't move, staying bent over for my viewing pleasure. "This is really being helpful. Thanks a lot. I really appreciate it." "Oh that's alright. What are neighbors for if not to help out?" I gallantly replied. She was still bent at the waist. I drank it in. As she slowly straightened up, I said "I have an idea that might help. Turn around." She stood up and faced me. I reached out with both hands and pinched the dress at her waist and gave a little tug down. "If the dress were just a little longer, maybe you wouldn't have this problem." I knew it was a joke, and so did she, but she played along. "Well, maybe. But now I'm worried about something else. If the bottom comes down, the top comes down a little bit too. Here, look. If I were to accidentally bring my arms forward like this and hug myself..." She wrapped her arms under her breasts and squeezed up as she said it, and the effect was electric. Her breasts rose up like half moons out of the bodice of the dress. I could even see just the top part of the circles of her nipples, which were beginning to grow and darken. "See, that wouldn't be good." She paused for a moment, then continued. "Oh, I'm such a terrible tease." "Well that's true. I mean about what happens if you hug your sides. And yes, you are a terrible tease, but there are worse things, I suppose. Anyway, if you were just careful and didn't squeeze yourself like that, maybe you wouldn't have to worry so much about the bottom of the dress." "OK, tell me know if this is better." With that she turned around and began to lean over again. The effect was the same. But this time her legs were apart by a few inches. As she reached 90 degrees, I had a perfect view of her cunt. "Oh, I'm afraid you're right," I said. "I can still see your pussy, right here, staring me in the face. So if you were to bend over and pick up that dime..." As I said it, she involuntarily did it, giving me a 100% view. "Yep, I was right. I sure can see everything now. Absolutely everything. And I should say it's really a great looking snatch." What a cunt! Whew. Suddenly she straightened up and turned to face me. "OK, let's see those shorts. It's been a few minutes. Let's see how you look now without the boner." "Are you crazy?" I exclaimed. "After the last couple of minutes, you think my dick got smaller? What have you been smoking?" "Hey, you promised," she protested. "Stand up." I did. If there had been a tent in the front of the boxer shorts before, now it was like the whole Ringling Brothers circus had moved in. "Whoops," she giggled. "Guess it didn't work. Goodness, and what a boner. You're really going to destroy my husband's shorts if you're not careful." "Sorry," I replied. "So just take it out, and relieve the pressure," she suggested. "Just take it out?" I asked. "Sure. At least we won't have to worry about crushing your friend in there," she replied. "Perhaps you'd like to help?" I fairly implored. "Now now, you know the rules. Anyway, I think you're just trying to get something started that shouldn't be started," she said. ME! HAH! "You're just trying to get me to grab ole' wet willy there, and goodness knows where that could lead. Nope. You do it." "OK. OK." And I stood up, and with a few bumps and grinds of my hips, managed to arrange my dick so it was ready to poke out of the flap in the front. I was in a funny crouched position, perfectly vertical except for my pelvis, which I was trying to keep back, which would keep my rigid rod back as well. She said, "Come on, come on, stop stalling. There's no reason to be embarrassed. You think I've never seen a guy's dick before? For heaven sakes, I'm not even interested in seeing your dick. I just want to see if the pants will look good without all that strain behind them." YEAH. SURE. I thought. I poked the head of my dick out through the flap. Her eyes were drawn to it like metal to a magnet. As I straightened up out of my crouch, my dick continued to march forward, an inch at a time. "Oh yes, I see. That's much better," she said. Look how nice and smooth the pants fit you. Almost like a glove." "Well if it were a glove, there'd be another finger in the front to keep me warm." We both laughed. "Just a little joke," I said. "Anything but little," she retorted. She bent down in front of me, as if to inspect the pants. Her hands went up to the cloth to smooth it. She grabbed at the front panel and gave a little tug both down and back, and my balls popped out through the flap. "Perfect," she said. "Now look at how smooth the pants lay." She gently stroked the cloth, somehow managing to stroke the front of the shorts without ever actually touching me. As she stroked the pants, she smoothed the material across my pubic hair, then down between my legs and under my balls. "And look how cute the set is together," she said. With that she brought her panties up in front of me, holding them by their sides. As she held them out in front of her, and moved them toward the matching shorts, the panties lightly brushed against my throbbing cock. She held the panties up against my shorts, as though she were looking at them and contemplating their color coordination or something. I thought I would blow my load at that moment, but managed to restrain myself. She continued to move the panties up and down, then back and forth lightly against my dick. The torture was exquisite. "Ah god, that feels great," I exclaimed. At that, she seemed to snap back to attention. "Oops," she said. "Almost got carried away. This teasing stuff is hard." "That's not all," I interrupted. "You know what I mean, difficult. But there's a line and that's that." "Don't you ever get carried away," I said perhaps with more than a cupful of frustration in my voice. "Don't be silly," she replied. "I'm always in control. Here, look." She pushed me back and I stumbled against my high-backed chair. As I sat down she moved toward me. With one leg on the outside of each of mine, she sat down on my lap, straddling me. She was just inches in front of me, her passionate pussy resting barely in front of my throbbing dick. She grabbed the two upright posts of the chair back for support. "See?" she said, not totally convincingly. "There's nothing going on here that shouldn't be. I can stop anytime I want. It's no big deal." "Believe me it's big, and getting bigger," I said. "Oh sure," she replied. If it gets any bigger, it'll be poking me in the forehead." "It's pretty close now," I told her. "Really?" she said. "Let me see." And with that she bent forward tilting her neck to look down. But as she bent forward, the top of her dress again billowed out, giving me a repeat showing of those beautiful hills that I had seen several minutes earlier. "Uh oh, Uh oh. Tit alert," I called. ""Uh oh," she said. "Thanks for the warning. Boy it sure is a good thing I didn't accidentally do this at the same time." And with that, she brought her arms in and hugged her sides. Her breasts rose up; C cups, I guessed. Again she was showing the tops of her nipples over the gauzy fabric. And suddenly with a little extra squeeze, she gave a little bounce, and her tits completely flopped out of the top of the dress. "Uh oh, serious tit alert," I said. "Oh my, how embarrassing. Maybe if I do this..." She rose up on her toes. "Yeah, I really have to be on my toes now." As she did so, her body moved forward a couple of inches, until that sweet pussy was pushing up against the side of my engorged cock. I could feel the lubrication of her cunt sliding against the bottom of my dick. She was breathing harder now. "No, that's not going to work. I thought maybe I could swing them back into my top. Would you help me?" she asked. "Would you put me back together again? Up on my toes like this, and leaning this way I'm a little wobbly." Of course she could have easily taken care of the situation just by standing up, but her up and down movements, scraping her clit up and down the base of my shaft probably interfered with her thinking. "What do you mean, put you back together?" I innocently asked. "You know, straighten my dress. Your hands are free. Mine aren't. I have to keep my balance." "You mean, put your tits back in your top? If that's what you mean, say it. Don't be embarrassed. What's the matter, are you afraid to say the word `tits" to me?" I had finally turned the tables on her. "Yes, damn it. Please put my tits back in my dress. This is very embarrassing, sitting here with someone I hardly know and my tits are bouncing around right in your face." "They're not in my face. I would know if they were in my face," I said. "We'll they're practically in your face, and if I moved up just a couple of inches...like this...they would be." Sure enough, she had managed to shove her tits right in my face. I wasn't exactly complaining. More like wondering where to get artificial respiration later. Or wondering if I would even care. "OK, I'll be nice just this once," I said calmly. And with that, I took my right hand and cupped her bare breast. The nipple grew and got harder, until it felt like it was going to poke a hole in my palm. "What are you doing," she suddenly said. "Are you trying to cop a cheap feel? I just asked you to help me put my tits back in my dress. I don't think you have to hold it that long to do that." "I just wanted to do it gently," I improvised. "It really wouldn't do for me to just grab your tit and shove it into your dress, do you think? I have to be careful. Believe me, I'm just trying to do this job right." "Well, alright, but don't even think about trying to get a feel. There are rules, you know." She was breathing heavier and heavier with every passing moment. I placed the tit back in her dress. Now it was time to repeat the operation with my left hand and her left breast. As my hand reached up to hold her tit, she suddenly let out a shudder, and lost her balance. She caught herself with bullseye accuracy, her cunt opening poised directly on the top of my vertical member. About half of the head of my dick was into her pussy when I said, "This would be a lot easier if you weren't quite so unstable. Perhaps you should sit down." Staring me straight in the eye, she said she thought that was a good idea, and slowly slid, pausing every half-inch or so. Our conversation continued as though nothing was happening. "You really have lovely eyes," I said, looking deeply into her eyes. She slid down another half-inch. "Really? Thank you. I'm lucky, I guess. My eye color goes with my hair color," she said. Another half-inch. I glanced down at the junction of her legs, now busy fighting the losing fight against my pecker. "And your hair color is natural, too," I said. She looked down at my dick, pushing inch by inch into her warm, wet pussy. "Yes, and it looks like you're naturally curly haired, as well," she replied. I looked back into her eyes. She sank down another inch. I said "I'm getting the funniest feeling." "What?" she asked. "Sort of sexual, you know. With my hand here holding your tit. And you sitting in my lap..." I trailed off. "I know what you mean," she said. "If I didn't know better, I would almost think that I was making love with someone. I can almost feel a man's hardness pushing into me." With that she suddenly sat down hard, ramming me as far into her as I could possibly go. "Careful, careful," I said. "Right, careful," she repeated. If I weren't careful, something could happen here, and that would break the rules." She seemed to want to completely ignore my dick which was now exploring the depths of the inside of her pussy. But she began to bounce slightly, just a little at first, harder and harder with each passing moment. As I continued to fondle her tit, she bounced higher and higher. Then she said, "I shouldn't be telling you this, but as long as we're talking about things sexual, you know what's a great tease and turn-on for me?" I couldn't wait to hear. "When a guy is about to come inside me. I can tell because he nearly always says something, or groans, or whatever, and I can feel his dick get hot, and then I feel his throbbing dick begin to contract, and then when he comes it feels all warm and gushy inside. It's great. Too bad my husband is out of town, because I could stand to get fucked today." "You are getting fucked," I shouted. I had dropped all pretense. "Don't be ridiculous," she insisted. "If there were a big hard-on banging away at my pussy, don't you think I would know it?" She continued to bounce up and down. "Yes I guess you would." What could I say to that? Then I felt her cunt heat up, and I knew she was about to come. The warm flush of her skin told me that her orgasm was just moments away. I reached into her dress and wrapped my hands around both of her tits. "I just have to tell you," I said. "If I were to come, which, you know, could happen accidentally, rules or not, I would come in buckets. Warm and gushy buckets, you know?" "Well, accidents do happen," she said. She looked me straight in the eye as she tilted her head back slightly. And with that, my dick erupted, sending streams of hot cum into her tight little pussy. At almost the same moment her warm flush turned into a hot tornado, and she bounced down as hard as she could, her shattering orgasm causing her to cry out, louder and louder with each wave of sensation. We sat like that for several moments, each of us trying to recapture our breath. Finally she said, "You still have your hands on my tits. Are you trying to help me get my dress straightened out here, or are you trying to cop another feel? There are rules, you know." "Ooops, sorry. Absolutely, rules and rules," I deadpanned. I gently pulled out the bodice of the dress and put her tits inside the material. OK, so maybe I took my time. She sat for several more moments while I fumbled with her clothes. She began to stand, although it was clear her knees were wobbly. As she stood up, she looked down into my lap and saw my now exhausted member lying shrunken on the boxer shorts. "Oh my god, did I do that to you?" she chirped. "I'm so sorry. Look at what a mess. Oh my goodness, I feel totally responsible. Here, let me help." And with that she reached down and grabbed my softened sausage. Even though I had just been through one of the most powerful orgasms in my life, I could feel the blood begin to return to my dick. As she stroked it, she moved back, then got on her knees in front of me. Her top hanging low, her tits in full view, she crawled toward me. "Oh, and it's so messy. Here, I'll just clean you up a little." Her tongue slid between her lips, and she began to lick the bottom of my dick, cleaning the remaining cum from it. She licked up and down, nearly all the way around it, as though she were licking a melting popsicle. When she had finished that, she formed her mouth into a small "o" and put the head of my dick directly between her lips. She pushed her head down, until she had more than half my cock in her mouth, and I could feel her tongue working small miracles in me while inside her mouth. She pressed down further. The head of my dick touched the back of her throat, and she gagged a little, but pushed down even harder, until I was fully encased right to the base of my again swollen member. As I felt my internal pressure begin to build again, she continued sucking. Then, when I felt myself beginning that final climb, she suddenly withdrew, taking my dick completely out of her mouth. "OK, all better. All clean," she said. She stood up. "What!!!", I exclaimed! "You're going to stop now?" "Yes, of course. I told you all along I was just a tease," she said.

Showing Myself by IndianaWoman Showing Myself Ch. 10 My first date with my new boyfriend. Here is my first date with Rolf, and in fact it was my first date ever! I had called Monika on Thursday and told her I was going on a date but was nervous about what to wear, and she told me to come down to the city that afternoon and we'd go shopping. I told my mom I'd be gone the rest of the day, and when she found out what I was doing, she gave me some money to buy something. That was so kind! Like I said before, my parents were kind of boring, but nice. I met Monika, and first we sat down for coffee and talked. Of course, she asked me about Rolf, and I said he was my age, good looking, and very nice and polite, and that he was taking me to the museum. She asked where I met him, and although I obviously knew how wild Monika was, I wasn't sure if I should tell her, but I decided honesty is the best policy, and I told her the truth. "Really? You found him in there?" She laughed so hard, and made me tell everything! I told her I had seen him before, and when he walked into the theater the other day, I whispered for him to sit with me. I was already naked, and we sat next to each other. I tried to explain why it excited me so much. "You know when I was at your house and your husband came all over your stomach and you made me touch it and taste it? I wanted to do it again so bad! He undressed and we were both masturbating, and I wasn't sure what I should do, but then I asked if he was close and he said yes, so I told him I wanted it all over me! It was so much, like a fountain! Oh Monika, it was amazing! Did you understand everything I just said?" "Yes, I understand better than I speak, so it's ok. So then what do you do after that?" "I just sat back in the chair and looked at myself, and touched it and tasted it. It was so exciting that I forgot all about touching myself! Then I asked him if he could do it again and he said yes. Was that ok to ask?" "Yes, you can ask. I'm sure he liked that." "So, he started again, and this time I said he should make it go right in my mouth so I could taste it all. It was an incredible feeling! Now I know why you like it so much!" I made her laugh again when I told her I forgot to tell him my name and I was afraid he wouldn't call, but he did and my mother really liked him. "But Monika, I'm worried, I've never been on a date before! I've never even kissed a guy before! What if he wants to kiss me and I act stupid? What am I supposed to wear? Look here, my mother gave me some money, so help me find something." "Ok, I will help you, it is fun to shop with you. And also, I will teach you to kiss. We can practice in the dressing room." "Oh, I don't know if I can do that." "No, it is ok. Girls always practiced kissing when I was in school." "Really? Ok, I guess I can try." God, now I just agreed to make out with Monika! We went to the department store she liked, and she said that even if Rolf didn't see them, it was important to wear something sexy under my clothes so it makes me feel special and confident. She found two bras and matching lacy panties, and then we looked at the dress section. It was fall, so she suggested something warmer, and picked out a very snug knit dress that she said would show off my body and keep me warm too. We also looked at jeans and sweaters and she said my body is perfect for tight jeans with a form fitting sweater coming down over my hips. I looked at the money I had and then back at what we picked out, and said I would select the jeans and sweater. She said, "No, I will buy the other things for you too. You are my friend. It's ok. And it is your first date." I told her I couldn't do that and that she's done so much already, but she insisted. And this is why I'm going to spoil Kari as much as I can! We went to the dressing room and at least this time I was wearing a sexy bra and panties so I didn't look silly, and I tried the dress on. I loved it! Then I tried on the jeans and sweater, and she said it was a perfect look, and that I should leave them on the rest of the day. She had picked out something similar and said we could be like sisters again while we window shopped later! We were still in the dressing room, and she said, "Now we have a kissing lesson. I be the man, you be you." She touched me on the sides of my face, and she just looked at me and laughed. "You look very nervous! You will scare Rolf away! You must relax, just breathe. I will do all the work." She tried again, and I let a breath out as her lips approached mine. I could hear people talking outside the dressing room, and this gave me a similar feeling as in the theater. Our lips touched, and she stepped back. "Ok, you must relax more, and kiss me in return." We tried again, and I saw what she meant. She said, "That is better. Now I will hold you like Rolf will hold you if you have not scared him away yet." I whispered, "God Monika, I'm trying!" Our lips met again, and I felt her hands slide down my body and reach my lower back and she pulled me close. We kissed four or five times, and then backed away again. "See, that is what he will do. Just let him comfort you. Now we kiss again, but longer." Oh boy, I had no idea what she meant, but it was too late! She leaned forward, and she kissed my upper lip, my lower lip, and then whispered to me to open my mouth a little and do what she does. I parted my lips, and her tongue gently licked my lips. She paused and opened her mouth and I tried the same thing, but she responded by touching my tongue with hers, and I knew this must be what French kissing must be like. We practiced like that for about five minutes, and I was so out of breath! Then she slid her hands down my back and into my jeans and I gasped. "Will Rolf do that?" "Only if you are lucky." We continued kissing, and then I whispered to Monika, "I have a secret. You know the picture of you that you gave me? I put it on the table next to my bed when I pleasure myself and pretend you are watching. It's so exciting." She moaned and said, "I want a picture too." I whispered back, "I know, and I already picked up the pictures that you took of me. They are in my bag, and you can choose one." Wow, this was intense! We broke away, and I asked, "Am I better at it now? Will Rolf like kissing me?" "Yes, but we must practice every day. Maybe sleep at my house again." I laughed and said, "Oh, Monika, you are my best friend. I love you so much. And yes, we'll practice again!" We dressed and paid for everything and walked around the city in our new clothes and had so much fun. We ran into another friend of hers and we went to the rooftop café and had an afternoon cocktail, my first. We sat down and they said something to each other in German, and the other woman turned to me and said, "You have your first date on Saturday? How exciting!" "Yes, Monika helped me pick out these clothes. I hope Rolf likes how I look." "He will, and if he doesn't, I know plenty of young men who will. I teach at the university, and I can invite you for a tour." "I would really like a tour, but I really like Rolf too, so I'll see what happens. And I don't know what anything is on this menu. I've only tried beer and a little wine before." They spoke some more and picked out a cocktail, and it was really good. I wish I had written down what it was, because back then there were no phones or anything and you couldn't just take pictures of the menu! But I still have the memory. They talked some more, and her friend said to me, "And you have been practicing kissing? How was that?" I must have turned so red, because she said don't be shy, because all girls practice kissing in school. Well, I can't say how common that is in the US, but maybe I should practice with Kari! Anyway, it was so fun, and then we had to call it a day. But first, they spoke again and her friend said that if I stayed at Monika's house tomorrow, she could help fix my hair and things like that in the morning, but she wanted to ask my mother first because maybe she wanted to help me with my first date instead. Wow, I was never used to so much attention, and that was so nice of them! Her English was much better than Monika's, so she offered to call my mom. She came back and said my mother was very pleased that she asked her first, but it perfectly fine that I stayed at Monika's. I don't know who was more excited, me or Monika! But then Monika spoke up and said "Wait, you told me that I can have a picture. Show them to me." "Monika, I can't right now", and motioned to her friend. They spoke and her friend said, "It is ok. You are not the first woman who has sexy pictures taken of you. You can show them to us." Wait, us?? How about the waiter and all of the other customers too?? But I relented and handed Monika the envelope from my bag. Her friend moved up beside Monika and they paged through the photos while smiling and nodding in approval. Monika selected a picture and handed the rest back to me. I asked which one she chose. "Guess." "Uh, in the shower?" "You guess very well", and she slid the picture across the table for me to look at. I looked and I was leaning against the wall of the shower and my hands were between my legs and my eyes closed and I was obviously in ecstasy. I can see why Monika liked it. "Now I have something to put beside my bed", and she obviously told her friend the same thing because she laughed. "Well, I hope you enjoy yourself. I enjoy your picture often." We talked some more and I thanked them both so much, and I told Monika I would meet her tomorrow evening. We went our separate ways, and I was so excited about the day I just had and my date on Saturday that I headed straight to first theater I ever visited, where Renate worked. I just had to release some energy! I went inside, and told Renate I was going to take off the jeans and sweater and put my dress on instead so it would be easier to undress in the theater. I also asked if there were already people inside, and she said there were six or seven men. Perfect! I slipped my clothes off and stood there in the store almost naked like it was the most natural thing ever, and put on my new knit dress. Renate took all of my things and put them away for me and told me to have fun. I went upstairs, and instead of in the middle or in the front, I wanted to sit in the back row so I could see everyone, and so they would watch me as I strolled to the back. I sat down and pulled my dress up to my waist. Some guys turned around and looked at me, but they couldn't tell that I was just sitting there with my panties exposed and pulled to the side with one of my fingers teasing my clitoris. I really was debating what I should do next, so when there were no guys looking, I just stood up and pulled the dress over my head and removed my bra and panties and stashed them behind the last row of seats so the next time they turned around I would be naked. I was already soaking wet even before I got there, and just sitting there wearing nothing but my shoes made me even wetter! I thought of the games Rolf and I would be able to play. I could go in the theater first, and then he could come in and pretend he was seeing me for the first time. Or he could be there first, and I could come in and sit two seats away and pretend I didn't see him in the dark. Or when he stands up with other men and masturbates, I can point to him and say he can cum on me. I know what you're thinking of me, but that's how my mind works! By now random guys were sneaking glances back at me, and if you can imagine the theater, you enter from the front where the screen is, and the aisle is along the wall to the left, with all the seats on the right. I put my feet on the back of the seats in front of me and spread my knees wide, so even if they couldn't see my pussy directly, it was obvious what I was doing. The men didn't even pretend to sneak glances anymore and were turned around and staring at me. I wanted to give them a better look, so I stood up and walked halfway down the aisle and leaned against the wall, and spread my feet slightly, and placed my middle finger on my wetness and looked at the action on the screen like I was the only person in the theater. As always, the German men were not pushy, and were content watching from their seats. Any guy that was not masturbating before now had his cock out and was stroking it, and I was so excited that it was all because of me! I continued down the aisle, and sat in the middle seat of the front row. There was a younger guy not far away, and I asked if he spoke English, and he nodded. "You can tell everyone they can come down and watch, but not to touch. I want to see them get excited while I watch the movie." He turned around and said something, and like so many times before, I was now sitting totally naked with my fingers running through my pussy with my clothes way out of reach. There were now seven men standing in a half circle stroking their cocks, and I imagined the other day when Rolf stood in front of me and came all over me. I have never had a problem getting excited before, but all of these thoughts made me absolutely drenched. My imagination was going wild, and I was thinking how amazing it would be if the two girlfriends I went to the sauna with would walk in and see me right now and join me. Oh my God! Their hands were pulling at their cocks and soon the first one let out a bust of cum in front of me. So hot! He stepped back and smiled and said "Thank you." I should be thanking him, but it was nice of him to say that. One by one more of them stroked their cocks to completion, and during this show two more guys entered the theater and joined in once their eyes adjusted to the darkness and saw what was going on. At one point there were six guys standing in front of me, all with their hands pulling at their cocks in a blur! That said, I was not neglecting myself at all. My hand was also a blur at times, only backing off to prevent my own orgasm so I could enjoy the thrill even longer. Sometimes my fingertips moved in a circle over my clitoris, and sometimes I pulled my fingers through the lips. For some reason, guy really like it when I do that, and at least three of them came at the sight. I was getting so good at knowing what they wanted that it was like they were on remote control and I could make them cum on command. But after a while, all of the cocks were exhausted and I was alone in the theater. At the front where the screen was, there was kind of a stage, and I thought it would be fun to get up there and pretend I was part of the show since no one but me was there anyway. Ok, you are going to think I'm crazy, but I got up there and knelt down right where a woman on the screen was kneeling down and it looked like my shadow was sucking a cock. That turned something on inside me, and now I wished Rolf was there and my lips were sliding down over his cock for real! But then I heard the door open, and I was too far gone to jump off the stage, and instead just sat down right where I was and spread my legs and started to bring myself off. The new visitor couldn't miss me sitting up there, and sat down in the front row and watched. Within a minute I couldn't take it anymore and my entire body shuddered with the image of that man staring at me and the sex scene going on behind me. And I was also consumed with the thought of Rolf and I having sex right here on the stage while everyone watched. But as my orgasm faded and reality set it, I realized I hadn't even kissed him yet, so first things first! I hopped down from the stage, and said to the man sitting there, "Sorry!" and walked back to the back row and sat down again. This is why I don't want my clothes right by me. By the time I got back there, I was feeling tingly again, and I chose to just have a slow, gentle masturbation session after getting that first one out of the way. I stayed for another hour, and finally came again, and during that time a few guys came in and watched me and they enjoyed it as best I could tell. When I left, I just gathered my clothes and stepped out of the theater and dressed out there in the hall, hoping someone would walk up and see me, but unfortunately I was alone. I walked to the main part of the store and thanked Renate for watching my things, and she said she should thank me because I am good for business. She told me that all the guys that came out only had nice words to say about me! I went home and showed my mom my new clothes and that I would be wearing the jeans and sweater that I bought with the money she gave me, and that Monika also bought me the knit dress I was wearing. She was pleased with everything and said she was glad I was having fun. If she only knew how much fun I was having! But I was feeling guilty about my double life. Or do I have a double life? Who cares anyway? I didn't want to think about it, but how would I know my own parents didn't have sex like rabbits right in the back seat when they first met? And how would anyone who saw Monika guess that she is so sexual while also being so kind and thoughtful? Maybe mom didn't mind me staying at Monika's tomorrow so she and dad can go wild while I'm gone! So, I quickly whisked away that self-doubt and decided to sneak in a quickie in my room before dinner, under the guise that I wanted to "shower and put on the other outfit" so mom could see it. Of course, I first looked at the picture of Monika and pretended we were in the shower together, and then I just stood there and felt myself while the water cascaded over me..... The next day I took the bus to Monika's house, and of course she and her husband greeted me warmly. One of the first things he said was that he heard about my kissing lesson. "Gee Monika, is it going to be on the front page too? You told me all the girls in school practiced kissing!' Her husband laughed and said, "Yes, but you two are not schoolgirls. You are two beautiful women. Imagining you kissing is a nice vision. And do you deny that you learned something?" I smiled and said, "Yes, she was a big help. I wouldn't do that with anyone else, but you two have been so wonderful to me." "Well, you have become quite a bit more brave since we first met you in the theater. And Monika really likes your friendship. You are always welcome to call for anything." Oh my God, that was so nice for him to say! We had a wonderful dinner and then talked by their fireplace, and then we headed to their bedroom again. I felt like the luckiest girl in the world. As we entered the room, he was the first to speak and said, "We talked to Andrea about your fantasy of showing a film of you in the theater, and she would love to help you. We have a movie camera, and we will help you make a film, ok? Not tonight, but soon." I became wet at the thought of a movie of me being displayed while men watched it. Maybe I'll meet Rolf there and surprise him. We could be sitting there and suddenly I show up on the screen! Monika stripped down to her panties and bra, and then she helped me get out of my clothes. Her husband held up a new roll of film, and said he would take more pictures if I wish. Of course I wished! Just the thought of it! He said they trusted me, and Monika would be in some of the pictures too, and to this day only my ex and now Kari have seen these pictures. I didn't even show them to Rolf. He got the camera ready, and told me to stand next to the bed with Monika and remove her bra in a very sexy way. I did my best, and slowly slid the straps off her shoulders. I leaned forward and reached around her and unsnapped it in the back, and gently let it fall from her breasts as I heard the camera click. She did the same to me, and after removing my bra, she "accidentally" pushed her breasts against my body. Such a feeling! She took my hand and pulled me onto the bed and said, "Sit beside me." Her husband said that we should both pleasure ourselves and just do what feels good. Many years later, this is one of the pictures that Kari commented on. Monika started and slid her hand into her panties, and I followed her lead. I was soaking wet and I made it a point to look at her beautiful soft skin and her perfect body. I couldn't take it much more, and lifted myself up a little bit and pulled my panties off and tossed them aside. I slid my fingers through my wetness and I didn't wait for Monika to take my hand, and instead brought them to her lips on my own. Her husband liked this and he took a picture. He said to me, "Remove Monika's panties." Monika lifted herself up, and I slid my fingers along her hips and into her panties, and slowly pulled them down. By now I was becoming more assertive and didn't wait for instructions. We both slid down prone on the bed and her husband placed his lips on her pussy and I moved close to her and placed my hand on her belly and gently massaged her to her delight. Soon her husband moved over her body and slid himself inside her. I knelt next to her and spread my knees so she could watch me enjoy myself as I watched them. I watched his cock slide in and out of her, and I really wondered what it must feel like. They were talking to each other, and then he asked me, "Did you want to taste it again when I am ready?" I nodded my head vigorously and said yes! He continued his thrusts, and Monika said something to him. He looked at me and said, "She would like to kiss you, and I will shoot it on your lips and you can taste it together at the same time. Is that ok?" Oh God, I couldn't wait, and he pulled out and we moved back up and leaned against the headboard, and he knelt between us and stroked his cock as Monika pressed her lips against mine. Although I wasn't sexually attracted to her as strongly as she was to me, I didn't back off at all and wanted to make her feel good. Our tongues touched, and soon the sight was obviously too much for her husband. His cum shot out and some went on my cheek and some on our lips. She stuck out her tongue and licked some up and brought it to my mouth and slid her tongue inside so I could taste it all. We then turned our heads towards him, and he pointed his cock at my waiting mouth and I caught his remaining cum. I couldn't stand it anymore and said I had to finish, and I slid flat on the bed and my fingers rubbed furiously between my legs. He grabbed the camera again and snapped some pictures, and said this would be a perfect scene for a movie. I realized then that it was really going to happen, and I would soon see myself on the big screen and see what everyone else sees! But for the moment, I had other needs. Monika had laid herself close to me and was massaging my stomach just as I had done to her. I knew she craved more intimacy, but in fact we had become such close friends that mentally our intimacy was unmatched. I felt my impending orgasm, and I turned and looked her in the eye. She smiled, and that is all it took. My nipples grew hard and my chest went crimson, and my hand went still as I clutched myself. As soon as I caught my breath, I took her hand and placed on herself and I whispered, "Now I want to watch you." Monika slowly started pleasuring herself. Maybe it was because of my relative immaturity, but I was more frenzied when I masturbated, whereas Monika was elegant and every move was purposeful. I learned to do that over the years, but at the time I just looked at her in awe. Her husband stood back and took more pictures, and one of my favorites was Monika laying there playing while I am next to her smiling. At the moment the picture was taken, her finger was sliding between the folds of her pussy and it looked so incredibly erotic. To this day, it's why I love to have erotic pictures taken of myself. It leaves me breathless! I moved closer to Monika so she could practically feel my breath on her cheek, and that put her over the edge. She didn't convulse like I always did, but she definitely didn't hide how she felt. I lifted her hand from herself and slipped her fingers in my mouth, knowing she would like that. Her husband smiled and said, "I am so lucky to have two beautiful women such as you. I could sit here and watch you forever." We laid there and talked and touched for another hour, and Monika discussed getting ready for my date in the morning. She said she would put just a little bit of makeup on me because I really didn't need much, and that she had a pretty hair clip that would go perfectly with my thick blonde hair. Monika then whispered, "And what about down there? We should make you nice and smooth, and I mean for you, not for Rolf. I can help you in the morning." I looked at Monika and said, "Let me guess, the girls practice that together too?" She just smiled and said, "Sometimes." Like last time, the three of us spooned as we drifted off to sleep, and Monika wasn't even shy about cupping one of my breasts with her hand, but I didn't mind. In the morning, her husband jumped out of bed and said he would prepare breakfast and that we should eat before I got ready. Like last time, Monika gave me something silky to slip on, and we went out to the breakfast area. He asked us what we planned on my date, and I said we would first go to a museum, and that I was sure he would have something else planned after that unless he found me too boring. "No, you are not too boring. There are a lot of things to do in the city, and I am sure he will be nice to you. But if not, you call us and I will come and get you." "Oh, thank you! But he is really nice, and I don't think that will be necessary. God, I am so excited!" We finished our breakfast, and Monika led me into their bath to first take a shower. I slipped out of my clothes and she did the same, and she said we would shower together this time, but first that she would shave me a little bit. She had me sit on the little chair by the window, and put a little bit of cream on my fingers and said to rub it down there. I did, and then she took a little razor and said, "Now, be very still." I reflexively opened my legs so she had more room, and although I assumed I would shave myself, it really did make more sense that she did it this time. I took a deep breath, and she leaned forward and touched me there for the first time. Just to be clear, all she was shaving was the area right around my clitoris and lips so it was silky smooth when I masturbated or, perhaps in the future, if Rolf touched me there. I had tried to do it myself, but It was just too awkward. As Monika gently pushed my pussy lips apart, I realized I wanted a picture of this. I definitely needed to mention that next time! I don't think I breathed at all while she gently pulled the razor over my skin, and then she finally said, "There, finished." She turned on the shower, and we stepped in. She put shampoo in my hair and gently massaged it in, and then I did the same to her. We rinsed, and then we massaged oil in our hair and scalp, and tied it up while we continued washing. Of course, she volunteered to wash me, and told me to relax. She put some of the softest body soap I have ever felt on her hand and first rubbed it all over my body. I shuddered when her hands ran up the inside of my thighs and over my breasts, but she didn't try to be pushy about touching me or anything. She then took a soft cloth and washed my entire body, and the soap she used left a tingly feeling. She then handed me the soap and said, "Now you wash me." Oh boy, here we go! I squirted some on my hand, and started with her back while I worked up the courage to do the rest of her. I moved to her front and knelt down, realizing my face was perfectly level with her pussy which was just inches away, and she smiled and said, "You like?" I covered my hand with more soap and ran it up the inside of her legs and thighs and stopped just below her pussy. I smiled and said, "You like?" She took my hand and placed it on her pubic area and said, "This part too." I couldn't deny her, and she gave me a penetrating look as I actually massaged soap over her pussy. I did the same to myself, and then she took the shower head down from the holder and rinsed us both off. She lead me out of the shower and took a towel and dried me off. I swear, I felt like a princess! I did the same to her, and then she took a brush and ran it through my hair, and I noticed that the oil she used made my hair so soft! She pulled the brush in slow deliberate strokes until it was dry, saying that I am lucky to have such thick hair because I can do anything with it. Then she said something unexpected. "You know, maybe we could make a movie of us in the shower and show it in the theater. I find that exciting too. You would like that?" Would I like that?? Yes! She said she would talk to her husband, and maybe we can do that. She styled my hair a little bit and put the hair clip in. She said that she would not put makeup on me after all, because my skin was already so smooth. She gave me the bra and panties I had brought with me, and then I put on the jeans and sweater. She put on something similar and we stood in front of a mirror and I couldn't believe what I saw! It isn't like I was a slob before or anything, but the ritual of what she did with the oils on my hair and skin and all the brushing really did make a difference. She kissed my cheek, and said, "Like sisters." We went back out to where her husband was, and I asked him to take a picture of her and me together so I could have one printed and give it to my mom. Of course, he was pleased to do that, and we then sat and chatted until it was time for me to catch the bus and head towards town. But first, he reached into his wallet and pulled out some money and said, "Here, in case you become stranded or something happens. And again, you can always call." I protested and said I wouldn't need it, but he said, "No, take it. If you don't need it, then give it back. That will make Monika happy, because it means you will return sometime." What nice friends! Before long, the bus arrived at the stop hear their house, and I was on my way to downtown. I walked to the big department store and Rolf was standing right there waiting for me. What a nice guy he is! "Hi Jennifer, you look beautiful. I like what you are wearing." "Oh, thank you! My friend helped me do some shopping, and this is new just for you. I said I would wear a dress, but it is a little too cold and I didn't know if we would be walking a lot. You look as handsome as I remember." "I think we remember each other differently with no clothes on, but I'm glad you like me this way too. Ok, the museum is on the other side of the park, and it is a nice walk." He took my hand, and I didn't expect how that would feel. His hand was warm, and his warmth went up my arm and all through my body and I felt like I never wanted to let go. We went to the museum as he promised, and we had a wonderful time. Afterwards we went to a little café and had coffee and cake and talked. "Rolf, do you think I'm strange? I really like you, but I don't want us to be only about sex. I'm having so much fun today! Oh, and if I speak too fast or if there is something you don't understand, please tell me." "No, I understand you, and I would tell you if I didn't. I think it is fun too. And you are not strange at all." "That's a relief. Ok, it's now almost four o'clock. What do you want to do the rest of our date?" "What I suggest first is we could go to the theater where we met and enjoy ourselves, and then afterwards I know a nice music club that would be fun to visit. I go there a lot." I thought it was so funny. He talked about going to the porn theater like it was so normal, like having cake and coffee. But I told him that was perfect, and I couldn't wait for both. The theater was about five minutes away, and we discussed how we should do it. I told him maybe I should go in first, and then he should come in after a few minutes and pretend we don't know each other. Or we could go in together, whatever he likes. He chose to go together this time, and in the future we could try different adventures. We walked to the theater and my friend was working there as usual. She looked at us and smiled, and said, "So, you found each other after all." She switched to German and must have told him I was worried before that he would never call, and he just held my hand tighter. We went into the dark theater, and I led him down to the front. Normally I would choose the back, but I had a plan. We sat down, and I started whispering. "Rolf, I don't know what you expect, but I'm still not ready to have sex. Is that ok? I just want to be here with you and watch each other get excited." "That is Ok. We can do what we did the last time." We relaxed side by side, and I was so excited, both personally and sexually. I was the first to move, and unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down my legs. I pulled my sweater over my head and took them both and set them in the seat beside me. I was wearing a purple bra and purple panties, and Rolf was gazing at me. "Do you like how I look?" "Yes, very much. I will remove my clothes as well." Rolf removed all his clothes, and his cock was already hard and standing straight up. I really wanted to touch it, but I told him before I wasn't ready for sex, and I didn't want to start something I couldn't finish. Instead, we looked at the action on the screen, and there were two women sitting beside each other and masturbating just like Monika and I had done last night. I moved my hand down between my legs and touched myself through my panties. Normally I would have been naked by now, but somehow I felt that being partially clothed would be more seductive to Rolf. I whispered to him to put his hand around his cock and stroke it. Soon I was glancing back and forth between the two women on the screen and the sight of his hand moving up and down, and he was doing the same, taking glances on my fingers moving in a circle through my panties when my clitoris was hidden beneath. This was the most excited I had ever been here! We took our time, and just pleasured ourselves and the movie moved to another scene, where a woman was kneeling in front of a man, and I watched her take his entire cock in his mouth and then let it slide out as she caught it in her hand. I whispered to Rolf, "I will do that to you someday, I promise", and he groaned in response. Soon that same woman was on her back and the man's face moved between her legs and his tongue dragged through her pussy, and he whispered that he would do that to me. God, that made me so wet! There were about ten men scattered in the theater behind us, and I had an idea. I leaned over and said to Rolf that I would climb on his lap facing him and rub myself on his cock through my panties so we wouldn't really be having sex, and everyone in the theater could watch and think we were. I swung myself on top of him, and from the view of the men in the theater, it looked like I was plunging myself up and down on his cock. I moved my hips just as Monika did last night with her husband, and the feeling of his cock rubbing against me was almost too much to bear. "Does this feel good Rolf? Does it excite you?" "Yes, very much, I dreamed of this." "Slide my bra down and free up my breasts. Do you want to see them again?" He didn't say a word, and he gently slipped the straps down off my shoulders, and folded the cups of my bra down until my breasts stared him in the face. I continued to move myself against him, and I scanned the theater discreetly, and saw that all eyes were on us. I couldn't take much more. "Rolf, you can kiss my nipples if you wish. Go ahead." He leaned forward, and for the first time in my life I felt lips on my body. He swirled his tongue around my nipple and gently pulled it with my lips. My nipples are very sensitive anyway and I often play with them when I masturbate, and the feeling was incredible. I asked Rolf if he was ready to cum, and he nodded. I leaned back a little bit, and accomplished another first by placing my hand around the first cock I had every touched, and stroked it hard up and down. I looked up and now nearly all of the men were standing and trying to get a better view. I looked down at Rolf's cock and I was amazed that my hand was gripping it and controlling his orgasm. And then, Rolf's cock erupted. The first stream shot up nearly to my chin and fell in a single line up and down my body. I kept stroking and his cum kept shooting. Finally it stopped and I looked down and his cum was already running down my belly and drenching my panties, and my hand squeezed his cock and the remainder of his cum flowed down over my hand. I brought it to my lips and licked it off. I looked up again, and almost every man had his cock out. I whispered to Rolf, "Rolf, would you like to taste me now? I think that would be ok." He nodded and I stood and pushed my panties to the floor and sat down with my legs spread wide. Before Rolf could take his position, I said to him, "First, tell the people in the theater they can come closer and watch if they want to, but not to get too close and that only you can touch me." He told them, and then he knelt before me. I'm glad that Monika had shaved my pussy lips, and I felt his tongue glade over me for the first time, and after feeling that, I knew it wouldn't be the last time. For two people that were very inexperienced, we seemed to do ok, and he alternated between teasing my clitoris and licking up the wetness seeping from the folds of my pussy. Oh my God, I could have laid back and let him pleasure me forever! I looked around, and the men were gazing longingly and not without some jealously of Rolf, but they kept their distance as promised. I was rubbing my own breasts with the rhythm of Rolf's tongue, and as much as I wanted this to go on, I couldn't hold back my orgasm. I grabbed Rolf's head and pulled it against me and my hips shuddered against him as I moaned and my nipples grew hard and pointed away from my chest. And as though it was upon command, several of the men who were watching came at the same time, and I watched their cum shoot in an arc. The feeling was amazing that I was responsible for that. Rolf looked up at me and I pulled him towards me. Our lips met, and finally we had our first kiss! I don't know how many women can taste their own pussy during their first kiss, but it didn't bother me at all! Rolf caressed my body and we continued kissing, and I'm so glad that Monika taught me well. He sat next to me and his strong hands moved gently over my body as my heart slowly started beating normally again. The men smiled and said, "Thank you!" and took their seats again. And I couldn't wait to tell Monika about everything I just did! "Is it ok if I hold your cock? I really like touching it. I want to feel it grow in my hand." "Of course, you never have to ask that. I like touching you too." "You know, I really want to have sex with you. I want to feel you inside me. But I have to talk to my friend about birth control first, OK? I don't want to use condoms. I want to feel you fill me. I think about it all the time." He understood, and said there were many things we could do until then, and I didn't disagree with that! By now, his cock was completely hard again, and I had an idea. "Rolf, could I ask you to do something? Each night when I thought of you and touched myself, I imagined you were laying on my bed and I was above you and you were tasting me, and you were stroking your cock and I was making you so excited. Can we do that?" He said of course we could, and he laid down on the floor at the front of the theater, and I straddled his face. By now I had tossed the bra away and we were both completely naked, and the men had moved down again to watch us. That made me so excited, just like the many times I had been in the theaters before and was being watched. I eased myself down over Rolf's face and felt his tongue slide over me once more, and I sensed the movement of his arm as his hand stroked his cock. I am not an aggressive person by nature, and in my previous stories you know that, but this time I felt additional excitement of being the one in charge. "Do you like doing that Rolf? I love it! I want you to make me cum again." He nodded the best he could, and in a few minutes I once again couldn't hold back and I'm afraid I nearly smothered poor Rolf, but I started convulsing in another orgasm! I fell forward, and then realized that Rolf was still stroking his cock. I spun around and laid my head on his thigh and watched him closely and whispered to him to keep doing that so I could watch. I had never seen someone stroke their cock so close before, and it was fascinating. I was a little jealous, because it seemed like a cock was so much more fun to play with! I told him to keep going and make himself cum, and I wanted to observe exactly how he did it so I would get better at it. Soon, his hand went still, and cum shot from his cock all over his body. I saw him squeeze his cock a little bit and more came out. I looked up, and several men were standing there watching, and I smiled and moved up Rolf's body and slowly licked up the little puddles of cum, and then looked back up and smacked my lips. I was so bad that night! I moved back down, and saw that his cock hadn't gone soft yet, and I just had to try putting it in my mouth. I had seen hundreds of movie scenes and watched Monika up close, and I knew men liked it a lot if you didn't use your hands at all, so I let my lips slide over his cock and took as much as I could before I came back up and let it fall out again. Luckily I had been practicing with a cucumber (any woman who says they haven't done that is a liar), and I think I did ok. We moved back to our seats, and I whispered to him, "I can't wait until I can get on top of you and feel you inside of me and make you explode like that! I want to do it every day! I really like you Rolf, you are so much fun." "Yes, I want that too. And I really like you too." We stayed for another hour and kissed and explored each other's bodies, and then it was about time to go to the music club he told me about. We got dressed and left the theater after thanking Andrea, and we started walking towards the club. On the way we stopped at a phone booth and I called my parents and told them I was having a great day and that we were going to listen to some music now and not to worry about me. I also said if it got real late I would just stay at Monika's again, and I gave mom her number if she had to contact me. We went to the club, and we had such a wonderful time. What I liked about Rolf is that he was such a gentleman and so sexy and wild at the same time, and he said the same thing about me! Well, not that I was a gentleman, but that I was really nice and fun. But it had to come to an end, and we walked back to the center of town where the main station was. On the way I called Monika's house, and her husband answered. "Hi, it's me." "Yes, I know, hopefully not with bad news?" "No, not at all! I had a great time! But you said I could stay at your place tonight? I could still go home, but at this hour it would take a long time." "Of course, I will come get you." "No, I can take the bus, really." "I will come get you. It is quicker and Monika will like it if you have more time together." My God, they were so nice to me! Rolf and I sat on a bench near the main station and waited for him, and when he drove up he got out and met Rolf. They talked a few minutes in German, and afterwards he said Rolf seemed like a good guy. That made me really happy! We rode to their house, and Monika met me at the door and said, "Two nights together this week. I like that. I soon have to give you a closet to keep your things. And now, tell me everything about tonight." I really didn't know if I should tell every detail, but I didn't want to lie either. What if I said we didn't go to the theater, but then they went there and Andrea said she met us? So I told the truth, and said we went to the museum, had coffee and cake, then went to the theater, and then to the music club, and that I loved every minute of it. She kissed me and said, "I'm happy for you, and a bit jealous and afraid you may forget me, but I'm glad you are here now." "Monika, I will never forget you! I can't wait to lie next to you tonight! That's why I'm here!" "Ok, I'm glad. We will go to bed now, and also I want to tell you that I talked to a friend today that is about your size, and she has some clothes that she doesn't wear anymore, and she would like to see if some things look good on you. We can visit her this week. She is quite fasionable." "Oh, that is so great that you think of me! Of course, I would love that!" We went to bed, and also her husband said he purchased a roll of movie film today, and we could make a 20 minute movie whenever I felt ready. He said it's more difficult than making pictures, so I should think about what I want and experiment to see if it fits within the time frame. So basically, I had to practice having sex with myself, like I didn't do that all the time anyway! By now, it was accepted that Monika would wrap her arm around me and place her hand on my breast as we fell asleep, and I would push my body against hers. It felt so warm and comfortable, and I liked waking up like that. We all had our usual breakfast and "shower" the next morning, and I also brought up the issue of birth control, and of course she said she would help me. When I got home, my parents asked me about everything, and although I obviously didn't tell them about the theater, I told them the museum was amazing and the club was so much fun and that I met a lot of nice people. I also said that Rolf was so nice and that he would come over when he has a night off. It was kind of silly that I even cared what they thought since I was now twenty years old, but I'm still glad that I could report that Rolf was nice and we had a great time. So, there you go! Rolf and I were very compatible, and it wasn't all about sex. He even started coming over to our house to visit, and my dad liked him a lot. And we didn't just have sex dates. We went to the music club a lot, and did day trips around, and I hung out with him at the university. And yes, we had a lot of sex adventures too. I think the next story will be in the present in Indiana, and after that maybe I'll write about the movie that they made of me and showed in the theater. Bye for now!

Sexual adventures with Emily and her family by Exhibitionist_Couple Sexual adventures with Emily and her family pt. 6 We arrived at 'Adore Boutique' and walked inside... it was a nice place with what appeared to be a lot of variety. It appeared we were the only customers in the store, and the guy behind the counter (who I assumed was the husband) walked up and asked us if we needed any help. He looked like he was probably in his late 60's, around 5'7 and a little chubby... and I notice him looking us up and down as Emily told him "We're wanting a matching pair of lingerie... something sexy, but we don't have anything specific in mind". He responded "well normally my wife helps out the customers, but she took the day off to spend with her sisters... but my name is Mick, if I can help in any way, just let me know". Emily smirked at me and said "thanks Mick, I'm sure we can use your help" before I added "I'm not sure what my measurements are... do you know how to check that?". Mick quickly replied "absolutely, no problem. Just come with me". Emily said "I'm going to look around for some ideas while you do that" and walked away. Mick walked me to behind the counter and grabbed some measuring tape. I asked him "Do you measure over my dress, or do I need to remove it?"... I knew he could do it over my dress... I just wanted to see what he'd say...I was giving him an opportunity to take advantage of me, and I wanted to see if he would take it. He looked at my dress, and I'm sure he could tell I wasn't wearing a bra... he said "well... I could do it over the dress... but we'd get a much better measurement without it on... if you're comfortable with that". I looked into his eyes and said "I'm not to shy... it's just... I'm not wearing any underwear... and what if someone walks in?". He was quick to reply "I can measure you in the dressing room... as long as you're OK with it". I faked hesitancy and then said "I guess so... I mean, this is what you do, right... I guess it's not a big deal, I'll just try to not over think it." as he walked me to a dressing room. He closed the curtain behind him as he looked me up and down, knowing he was soon about to look at my secret body parts. "Where do we start?" I asked as he held up the measuring tape. He looked toward my chest and said "let's start with your bust". I started to slide the straps down of my shoulder but then held the top in place with my arm and asked "are you sure it's OK for me to show you my tits... I don't want to do anything inappropriate... or that might upset your wife". Mick told me "it's fine, it's just business... but it's probably best not to tell my wife if you see her... just to avoid any unnecessary jealousy". I smiled and said "I understand... thank you for being so professional" as I let the dress drop to my waist, freeing my tits to his view. He seemed to go in a small trance as he gazed at my nipples before snapping out of it and started to measure under my breasts. I told him "I didn't expect to be topless in front of anyone today... this is a little surreal... I hope I'm not making you uncomfortable". Mick seemed to have shaky hands, probably due to nerves, as he replied "you're not making me uncomfortable at all". I've always enjoyed playing innocent... I enjoy the idea that they think they are taking advantage of me, or seeing something they aren't supposed to. Emily and I have always agreed that it's way hotter that way, hence why we like to "accidentally" flash from time to time. Mick's face turned a little red when he said "ok let's measure your bust", as he slowly wrapped the measuring tape around my boobs. I felt fingers graze across my nipples, and I said "I'm sorry, I didn't expect to get so aroused from just showing you my tits... you can see how hard my nipples are... now I'm embarrassed". Mick stared at my nipples as he said "no need to be embarrassed... it's natural.". I gave him a shy smile and said "I guess so... be honest, does it turn you on seeing me like this?". Mick was slow to respond as he looked me up and down and said "honestly, yes... you're very sexy". I pushed my arms together, which in turn pushed my tits out toward him, and I said "thank you... I'm glad you like seeing me". And just like that all pretenses that this was all just an innocent professional interaction were gone. We both knew that I was enjoying showing him, and he was enjoying seeing me... there was no doubt this was an erotic moment for both of us. Mick gave an old man grunt as he got down on his knees in front of me and said "ok, let's measure your hips and waist now". I played up the innocent role again by saying "but I'm not wearing any panties... I'll be fully nude... do I need to uncover that area to get measured?". You could see in Mick's face that he was thinking about what to say next before he finally said "if you want the most accurate measurements". I played like I was thinking about it and asked "be honest with me... do you want to see me fully naked... would that make you happy". Mick slowly gave a shy smile and then nodded, looking a little embarrassed but excited. I looked down at him and returned the grin, and said "ok... you can see me naked since you were honest with me... honestly I'm getting more turned on thinking about doing it anyway". Mick looked straight ahead at my covered waist, waiting for me to unveil my most secret body parts to his eyes, as he said "thank you". Knowing he was excited about what he was about to see, really did turn me on a lot... and as I slowly lowered the dress, I let it get right under my pussy, and then dropped it to the floor... and I was now standing naked in front of him, wearing nothing but heels, as he was on his knees staring directly at my cunt. He looked around me to see my ass in the mirror and then back at my pussy. I told him "I feel naughty showing you my pussy... do you like looking at it?"... he continued to just look me up and down, taking me all in as he said "I like looking very much... you have a very pretty pussy". I gave a shy smile again and said "thank you... it's making me really horny knowing you're seeing me like this... and that you like it... be honest, does it make you horny looking at my pussy". Mick didn't take long at all to answer this time when he said "it makes me very horny... I wish I was younger and single". I giggled and said "that's sweet" as I turned around and bent over a bit, I added "since you were honest I'll let you get a look at my pussy from behind... I can't believe I'm doing this... you can't tell anyone, ok". I could see him in the mirror staring between my legs from behind, slowly leaning toward my cunt as he said "I promise... it's our secret... thank you". I watched his face as I leaned forward a bit, which both lifted my pussy and brought it closer to his face until I bumped my cunt up against his nose... I played it off as an accident as I said "I'm sorry... I didn't realize you were that close... you must have got a really good look". He had to have seen me getting closer and just let it happen, but he replied "it's OK, I don't mind at all... this is the best thing that's happen to me in a long time". I turned back around and said "that makes me feel really good, thank you... you should probably finish measuring me though" with a giggle. Mick look startled as he apologized "I'm so sorry, I forgot what we were even doing". He held up the measuring tape around my waist as I let him know "no need to apologize... I appreciate that you like looking at me so much". It didn't take him long to measure my waist and then my hips... and feeling his hands as the slightly rubbed against my ass and pussy was exciting, because I knew he probably did it on purpose. He finished measuring me, but staid on his knees... still taking me in as I sat down on front of him and asked "you've been good about being honest so far... so honestly, did I really need to undress for the measurements, or did you just want to see me naked?". I think he knew it was safe to admit it at that point as he said "you're so beautiful, and there was an opportunity to see you naked... I just couldn't pass it up... I hope that's OK". I chuckled as I said "I figured so... but I don't mind, it really turned me on anyway... thank you for consistently being honest when I ask you to be, but I should really check on my friend". I knew it hadn't been too long, but long enough to where I'm sure she knew something was up. Mick asked, with a sly grin, "do I get a reward for being honest again?". I bit my lip a little as I slid down on the bench and opened my legs, giving him the best view of my pussy yet. I noticed his breathing got heavier and he was trying to discreetly rub his crotch over his pants as he stared at my wet open cunt. I told him as I i started to rub myself "this is probably too much, isn't it?... I shouldn't be doing this in front of a married man... if you can keep it a secret from my friend, I'll try to talk her into getting measured naked too... just don't tell her how naughty I've been, ok?". I spread open my pussy for him as he said "I won't tell her... your pussy looks so good". I gave a sly smile and said "Mmmm, thank you... do you want a quick feel before I get dressed?... just a 5 second feel, ok?". Mick just nodded and leaned in and started rubbing my pussy... my tits... my ass.. I wasn't sure how far he'd go, if he would do any more than just look... but now his married cheating finger was buried inside my pussy. It was hard to do, but I told him "you have to stop now... I'm going to check on Emily... remember, play it cool" as I stood up and slipped on my dress. I walked out and found Emily looking at different outfits. She saw me and said, "I found a few different outfits we should try on... I told Bruce we were trying on outfits for tonight, and of course he wants pictures... I told him that I'd send pics of the ones we don't choose for tonight... did you get your measurements?". I told her what happened, and how I teased him and played innocent... and how I set it up for her to do the same. She smiled at me and said "I guess I should get my measurements too" as we headed toward the dressing room where Mick was. It was nice to see Emily being so eager to join in the fun... occasionally I worried we weren't always on the same page like when we were younger, but she never failed to show that wasn't the case. Mick was standing outside the dressing rooms as we walked up, he was looking a little flushed and a bit nervous... maybe this was too much for him, I thought to myself... it's probably been decades since he's had an experience like this, if ever. Emily acted natural as she said "Diana suggested I get measured as well, to make sure we get our most accurate fit... I want to look our best for my husband". Mick seemed intrigued by that statement and asked "you guys are getting matching outfits for your husband?", to which I replied "We're doing a boudoir shoot for his birthday... so we want to look our best". Mick grined at Emily, and asked "I believe I've seen you here before, right?"... I guess he recognized her, probably because he snuck a little peek before. Emily returned the smile and said "I've bought a few outfits here before, but i want to find something special for the shoot.. so, where do you measure first?", and Mick looked at me... I guess he didn't know what to say, so I took the initiative. I looked at Emily and said "He can measure you over your clothes, but the measurements won't be as accurate as they would be if you remove your dress". Emily gave me her best confused, semi shocked face as I added "don't worry, he's a professional... it's like going to a doctor, he does this all the time. I did it, and I'm not even wearing underwear". Emily acted as if she was thinking about it and said "you know my husband would be upset if he found out another guy saw me naked". I played along and said "he doesn't need to know... you're doing it for him anyway... if it makes you feel better, I'll undress with you, ok?". Mick said "I promise I'll stay professional, I don't want you to feel uncomfortable... it's just if you want the best fit". I felt we had sold the innocent girl thing enough, and apparently Emily did to as she said "I'll do it for my husband... but you can't tell him about it, I don't want him to get upset with me". Mick gave a slight polite smile as he opened the dressing room curtain and gestured inside... but I knew he was excited to get to see not only Emily naked, but more of me naked as well. The dressing room was just big enough for the three of us without being too cramped, and Emily looked at Mick and said "so do I just undress now?... I'm not used to any man besides my husband seeing me naked". I looked at her and said "It's no big deal, you'll feel comfortable after a couple of minutes... besides, he can help us pick out the best outfits, and he'd probably see a lot of you then anyway, right?". Emily gave a shy shrug as she slipped one arm out of her dress strap and hesitated a bit while looking at Mick and said "do you do this often?". Mick looked at us both and said "usually my wife does this, but she's not here today... but I promise I'll be professional... but don't mention it to her, she would probably get jealous, ok?". Emily said "I guess we both have our secret then... as long as it stays professional" as she let the dress fall to the ground, and she stood fully nude in front of Mick, wearing nothing but her high heels. She looked at me and said "you said you would be naked too!", as she played bashful in front of Mick. Mick was running his eyes up and down her body as I said "he's already seen me naked it's no big deal... see!", as I dropped my dress to the floor as well... Mick now had two woman half his age standing fully nude in front of him, as he started to measure Emily under her bust. I secretly took a picture of Mick as he held the tape under her breasts, while staring straight at her nipples... I remembered what Emily said about Bruce wanting pictures of the outfits we tried on, and decided to message him. I texted Bruce 'hey sexy, we're going to take some pics for you soon in the outfits we try on. I hope you want to see both of us'... It didn't take long for a reply back, he said 'of course!'. I sat down on the bench that Emily was standing in front of and replied 'I'm going to try to take pics with the timer so that we're both in the same pic wearing the same outfit'. I looked at Mick who was now measuring Emily's bust and I said "you have to admit Mick, she has beautiful breasts, doesn't she?". Mick smiled and said "very beautiful" as he admired them, and Emily replied "well... that does make me feel a little better.. thank you". I put one of my feet on the bench next to me, opening my legs again for Mick's viewing, as I told Emily "you also have to admit... it's a little bit of a turn on being seen like this, right". Emily played along and said "maybe a little... my husband wouldn't like that though". Mick joined in and said "It's OK, it doesn't leave this room", while going to his knees to measure her waist... and of course taking in the closer view of her pussy. Emily said "I can't believe you can see me down there right now... no one but my doctor and husband have ever seen my vagina"... she was really hamming it up now, I had witnessed her getting fucked by so many guys in the past that it was a little difficult for me to keep from laughing when she said that. Mick didn't hide the fact he was looking, and I added "you can't tell me that it doesn't turn you on knowing he can see your pussy... it's OK to admit it, I won't think less of you, and your husband won't know". Emily acted embarrassed as she said "I don't know why... but it does turn me on... I feel like I'm showing off for him even though I know he's just measuring me... I know it's not professional for me to admit it though... I feel so slutty". Mick wasn't slow to say "it's OK, you're very beautiful and I can't help but be aroused by seeing you as well". Emily responded "thank you... that does make me feel more comfortable... I guess it's not a real big deal that you saw me naked, I'm just surprised by how much it turned me on". Mick finished up doing the measurements and got up off his knees, still smiling from ear to ear as we both put our dresses back on. Emily said "I found some outfits I'd like to try on, I'll grab them and you can let us know if you have any in our size" and walked away as Mick and I stood outside the dressing room. I thought about Bruce wanting pictures of us and thought, would Bruce be OK with Mick taking the pics? He's certainly no one to get jealous over, and it might be a good step in the right direction for their relationship. I started to text Bruce while I asked Mick "did you enjoy seeing her naked like that? Do you like looking at us now knowing what we look like undressed?". I knew the answer to the questions, but it turned me on to hear it. Mick said "I loved it... thank you so much, it's been the best thing I've had happen in a long time". The message I sent Bruce asked 'there's no where to set the phone for the timer in the dressing room. I was thinking about asking the old guy working here if he'd take pics of us in the outfits on my phone, but I wanted to run it by you first. He's no threat'. I then secretly took a picture of Mick and sent it to him so he could see for himself. Regardless of what Bruce said, I was going to let Mick take the pictures... but I wanted to see if he might get on board. Bruce had admitted in the past that the idea of other guys seeing Emily nude was a turn on... maybe it was time to put it to the test. I told Mick "why don't you pick out a couple outfits you'd like to see us in as well"... Mick smiled and walked off like he knew exactly what outfits he wanted us to try on, and probably just excited that his part in this wasn't over. Bruce wrote me back and said 'I'm a little nervous about the idea, but I know she wouldn't do anything with him... give me a minute to think about it'. I wrote back and said 'you did say the idea of Scott seeing her nude turned you on a bit... so why not test it out on a harmless stranger? It might help broaden your sexual relationship with Emily also, and she is going to let you fuck me tonight'. Before he could respond I added 'of course you already fucked me, but she doesn't know that ;)'. I figured any thing that might be keeping him from saying yes would now be a mute point, as he wouldn't want her to find out about him fucking me already. Once it showed he read the message I deleted it so that I didn't have to worry if Emily saw it. Bruce wrote back and said 'OK... just send me the pictures as you take them so my mind doesn't go crazy wondering what is happening, ok?'. I responded 'I promise I will. Does the idea of some stranger seeing your wife in revealing lingerie turn you on a little?'. He quickly responded 'yes, but it also makes me feel nervous'. I replied 'no need to be nervous, I think this will be good for you guys. I'm going to help her find outfits and talk to her about it, and of course make sure the worker will help out'. I went and found Emily and told her what Bruce said... and I could tell she was excited that he had agreed. He eyes lit up, and she knew it was a progressive step in where she wanted the relationship to go. She started messaging him while I told her "we should probably start with something not to revealing... work our way up so he doesn't freak out right away". I walked back to the dressing room where I found Mick with a few outfits, and I asked him "once we have the outfits on, will you take a few pictures of us with my phone? I want to see what our photographer thinks of the outfits". Mick said "I'd be honored", so I added "I'm sure you can be with us while we try them on... you've already seen us naked after all". I noticed Mick was both smiling and seeming to be having a hard time hiding his erection in his slacks. I leaned in to Mick's ear and I whispered "you make me feel like a slut... and I like it... thank you". Mick's face turned beet red as he simply said "thank you". Emily came walking up with a few different outfits and asked Mick if he had any in our measurements. Mick went to look, and I showed Emily that he had picked out some outfits for us to try on as well. Emily was clearly more excited now that Bruce agreed to the pictures and that it would help move things toward her getting to have a more exciting sex life again. I asked her what Bruce said to her, and she said "he told me that as long as there's no touching, and he's just taking pics of us, he's cool with it... I'm excited to see how he reacts to the pictures knowing another man saw it in person". We heard Mick saying something, probably talking to himself when I received a message from Bruce that was simply "???". I showed Emily and we laughed as I responded "hold your horses, we're still picking outfits out. The old man said he'd be happy to take the pics though, so you'll be seeing us soon". Mick came walking back and said "I noticed there was a couple about to come in, so I told them we had to close early, and I locked the door... so we don't have to worry about anyone walking in". Emily said "thank you Mick... I guess you're excited to take the pics for us, huh?". Mick replied "I hope that's OK... I don't want to do anything that makes anyone uncomfortable". Emily gave him a hug and said "that's so sweet, thank you... knowing you're excited to see more of us is both flattering and turns me on... i haven't had a man lust over my body in many years, other than my husband.". I suggested that we should pick out our first outfit, and we walked into the dressing room to look through the options. Most of the outfits were extremely revealing... the ones that Mick picked out were basically just outlines around our tits and crotch, exposing everything. Emily did pick out one that covered everything, but was very low cut, and she decided it would be a good one to start with. I looked at Emily and said "I told Mick it would be OK for him to watch us getting dressed... since he's already seen us naked any way". Emily acted a bit shy and then said "I guess that's fair... you have already seen us nude, and some of the lingerie doesn't cover much anyway" as she let her dress slowly fall to the ground again... I followed suit doing the same as we stood in front of him nude again. Mick didn't bother to close the curtain this time since the store was closed and no one could see us, and he made no effort to hide the fact that he was ogling us while we unhooked the outfits. Once we put them on we looked over at Mick and I asked "so what do you think?". Mick said "you guys look beautiful... but the outfit covers to much for my taste". Emily said "I agree... but let's take a few pictures to see what the photographer thinks". I opened up my camera and handed it to Mick, and then stood and posed next to Emily as he took a picture. We then turned around to get a shot from behind, and then a shot of us sitting on the bench with one leg raised. I took the phone back from Mick and sent them to Bruce, with the message 'sexy, but not very revealing. I think we need something that shows off more. a lot more. What do you think?'. I was really curious to see how he responded, I knew this was a big deal to him. The idea of his wife being exposed in front of another man, looking seductive... he might get turned on by it, but it might be to much for him... but I was going to push it to happen regardless. This is what Emily needs, and I didn't want to disappoint her. Emily was not wasting time as she started undressing again in front of Mick, obviously enjoying the attention. I waited to undress while messaging Bruce, allowing Emily to have Mick's full attention focused on her, as she casually talked to him as if she wasn't fully nude. Bruce messaged me back and said 'wow, I wasn't sure you guys were actually going to do it.. I saw him in the reflection in the mirror behind you, so I knew he took the pics. You guys look incredible. I replied back 'thanks, but we should definitely show more skin right? I think the next one we try will have our tits exposed. Are you ready?'. Emily was going through the outfits with Mick, as he was enjoying a good look at her ass, and Bruce replied back 'I think so'. That was good enough for me, so I replied 'OK, she's about to show the old guy her tits :)'. I started undressing as I told Emily "the photographer thinks we should wear something that shows off our breasts". Emily smiled and said "i think we can do that". We found an outfit that was skimpier in the crotch and ass, and only covered half the breasts, but allowing the nipples to still be exposed. We took our time putting the outfits on while talking to Mick about how much fun we were having, and it was obvious by the lump in Mick's slacks he was still having fun too. Emily acted out the innocent routine again, telling Mick "I hope you don't think less of me... being a married woman, and allowing you to see me like this". Mick didn't hesitate to say "I don't at all... I hope you don't think less of me being a married man and wanting to look at you...". I spoke up and said "I think what happens here today just stays between us... we'll consider it a break from our normal lives... deal?". I look at Emily, and she looked over at Mick and said "deal". Mick stared breathing heavy and said "It's a deal". This was a technique I used often to give people an excuse to misbehave... and it usually works. "Good!" I said "now let's take some more pictures". I handed Bruce the phone and we did the same poses as last time... except you could see our nipples this time, and a lot more crotch and ass. I sent the pictures to Bruce with the message 'you can see our nipples, which is sexy, but I think we should still show more. The worker seems to be enjoying looking at us'. While I was doing that, Emily was stepping out of the heels and asked Mick to help her out of the outfit she had on. Watching as Mick walked up to her and slowly undressed her, exposing her breasts and then getting on his knees and placing his face close to her crotch as he pulled down her bottoms. I'm sure she could feel his heavy breathing on her cunt as she thanked him for his help. He didn't move he just stayed in place, face within inches of her pussy, and I was curious what was going to happen next. Bruce replied back 'Wow! He was able to see her nipples. I wonder how much she'll be willing to show'. I replied back 'you can tell he's really turned on looking too... I hope you're OK with that, because he's probably going to see a lot more. Does it turn you on knowing some stranger is getting to see your wife's body?'. Mick hadn't moved, and Emily asked him "Do you think I look good down there?" Mick lowered his head to get a better view up between her legs, and said "your husband is a lucky man to have a wife with such a beautiful pussy". Emily sat down on the bench and opened up her legs for Mick to have a better view, and she asked him "does it still look beautiful like this?", as she spread her pussy open for him. I decided to record what was happening, but the video was interrupted by a message from Bruce after just only recording for 8 seconds. The message from Bruce said 'it actually is turning me on, but it's also making me nervous. Do you think she'll wear something that shows him even more?'. I quickly replied 'I think she would happily if you want that. Do you want that Bruce?'. I handed the phone over to Emily, who still had a older man on his knees looking at her pussy, and I started to undress. I asked Mike "doesn't she have such a lovely pussy? You're lucky to get to see that, no one other than her husband has seen her like you have". Emily was messaging Bruce back when she said "I shouldn't be exposing myself like this... you've already seen me naked, but that doesn't mean I should be putting my spread pussy in your face" as she stood up to look through the lingerie we picked out. I stood next to her and said "It's OK, you're just having a little fun... besides, we're on a break, remember?". Emily was messaging on my phone again and then handed back to me as she said "I guess so... it does make me a little horny being naughty like that and letting him see me". I looked at the messages that were sent in my phone, and saw Bruce had said 'I think I do want that. I'm feeling uneasy but also really turned on. I wonder what that guy is thinking seeing you both like that'. Emily replied back 'he probably feels like the luckiest guy in the world right now. I'm going to have Emily put on something skimpy over her pussy and spread her legs for the picture. Think you can handle that?'. Emily had sent the message to him while pretending to be me... she was having to much fun with this. Bruce had wrote back saying 'I think so. Let's see'. I put the phone down and Emily handed me the next outfit with a mischievous grin and said "let's see". I knew exactly what she meant as I started to put it on, and I gave Mick my 'sexy look' as he watched us dress. The outfits were extremely revealing... the cupped under the breasts to give them some lift, but left them exposed, and the bottom just had a thin transparent strip to cover our crotch... which did little more than barely cover the lips. We did the same three poses, and then Emily suggested doing one more while sitting on the floor, and having our knees up with our legs spread. I could feel the fabric sliding up into my crotch, swallowing the fabric like a frontal g string and leaving very little to the imagination. Mick took the pictures, and I asked if he could take an up close picture of our bottoms as well before we got out of the pose. Mick smiled while making more old man grunting sounds as he got back down on his knees and moved in for a close up between our legs. Emily pointed out "I can't wait to hear what the photographer thinks of those pics" as I sent them to Bruce for his viewing. Emily came over next to me and watched the phone, just waiting to hear his reply. It didn't take very long before Bruce wrote back and said 'holy shit, you guys showed him just about everything. That's so hot. I can't wait to fuck you guys tonight's. Emily smiled at me and said "maybe one more outfit?". I returned her smile and messaged Bruce saying 'one more outfit to go, and this one will leave nothing to the imagination. I'm telling her to try it on now'. Emily smiled and said "which outfit should we do? We have a few here that don't cover our tits and pussies..." I looked at Mick, who was standing idly by with an erection clearly showing, and asked "where are your garter belts?... ones without and panties or bras". We started to undress again, letting Mick stare as he said "they're over this way, I'll show you once you're ready". He lead us through the store, and we were completely naked as we walked with him to the garter belts. It felt strange waking around a store completely naked, but it was also fun. We took our time going through them, finding the ones we liked best, and Mick would occasionally make suggestions. When Emily wasn't looking, I reached out and rubbed Mick's erection through his slacks, causing him to gasp and breath heavy. I gave him a quick glance and put my finger up to my mouth to motion silence. He had a concerned look on his face as he nodded that he understood. I turned my back to him, facing toward Emily, and put his hand on my ass letting him know he was free to feel... and as his hand rubbed and groped my ass, I asked Emily "Do you think Mick should try on something for us? It only seems fair, right?". Emily turned to look at Mick, who quickly stopped groping me, and said "that does seem only fair... why don't you pick out something sexy for us Mick?". Mick made some weird mumbling sounds, like he was nervous and wasn't sure what to do, so I grabbed his hand and said "I'll help him find something for him to try on, and you find something for us". Emily gave me a knowing smirk and said "ok, I'll see what I can find". Mick took me to the men's section, which was very small... just a handful of sheer shorts and a few speedos. While I was still naked, I gave Mick a hug and said "you've been so good to us... thank you" in my best seductive tone. He looked a little sweaty as I put his hands on my chest, and as he played with my tits I asked him "when was the last time you had a blow job?". Mick looked so nervous as he stammered "my wife hasn't done that since we were young". I rubbed his cock through his slacks and said "be honest... if you had the chance to fuck us... would you do it? Would you cheat on your wife?". I moved his right hand down to my cunt, and I'm sure he could tell how wet I was. Mick was slow to whisper "yes... I would... I never thought I would, but I never thought I'd have anything like this happen to me... and I know I'd never get another opportunity in my lifetime". I kissed him on the cheek and said "Thank you for being honest, Mike... I don't think it'll happen, but it's nice to know you find me so attractive". Mike was silent for awhile as he continued to play with my cunt before he finally asked "do I get another prize for being honest?". I smirked at him and said "I'll tell you what... if you put on one of those shorts for us, I just might give you a little taste of what it's like for me to suck your cock... would that be a worthy prize?". Mick smiled and trembled a bit, but said "I don't have a very attractive body... i won't look very good, and I'm worried you'll change your mind about things if you saw me with my clothes off". I looked down at his crotch and grabbed his belt... I started to undo his buckle as I said "you have nothing to worry about... if you put those on, I promise I'll give your cock a little suck... you worry too much". Mick looked at me hesitantly and said "ok... if you promise not to stop the fun of you're turned off by me". I giggled as I said "I promise", and unbuttoned his shirt. In all honesty, he was far from a guy I would consider hot... he was almost old enough to be my grandfather, out of shape, thin balding hair, a gut... but I really didn't care. I had worked myself up teasing him, and the idea of this older married man using me... getting off to me... turned me on a lot. I removed his shirt, and he stepped out of his pants, and all he had on after that was some tighty whitey briefs. I dropped down to my knees so that his crotch was in my face, and I pulled down his briefs allowing his cock to spring up toward my face. I was taken back by how thick it was!... it wasn't very long, but it was incredibly girthy. I grabbed his cock with my hand and started to stroke it. I looked up at Mick as his knees buckled a bit and said "you have a nice fat cock on you, Mick... I bet your wife loves it" before I placed the head of his dick in my mouth and lightly sucked on it. It was the thickest cock I had in a long time, and it actually had to stretch out my mouth a bit... which was uncomfortable, but also arousing. I was glad it wasn't too long, because I don't think I could have taken it all. I bobbed my head as he braced himself on a clothing rack, and stopped to slowly stroke him again. I looked up to him and said "I want to see what this cock feels like inside of me... no fucking, just put it inside... ok?". Bruce, in a sweaty haze, nodded his head as I turned around and stuck my ass in the air for him. I felt him get down behind me and start to line me up... I was glad I was already so wet, because his thick cock wasn't going to slide in easy. I felt as the head started to penetrate me, and I spread my legs as far as I could to allow easier access inside of me. Mick used his hands to open my pussy lips more to help against resistance as it slowly slid inside... and I gasped as he fully penetrated me, and I felt his hairy balls slap against my clit. I reached between my legs and started rubbing my clit while reminding him "no fucking... I just wanted you to see how good my pussy feels... does it feel good?". To his credit, he hadn't moved as he replied "yes... your pussy feels very good". As I continued to rub my clit, I'd occasionally slide a little forward, and then slowly slid back against him... teasing him as I slightly fucked him, and I acted oblivious to what I was doing... he then started to work the nerve up to slowly sliding back at the same time, allowing more of a stroke when I would move back toward him. I looked back at him and said "it was difficult to get your big cock in me at first, but now my pussy can take it with ease... see" as I pulled forward, letting his cock come out of me completely, and then pushing back to allow it to fully penetrate me again... I did that about 5 times knowing full well I was fucking him, but acted innocent about it as I said "it slides in so easily now". I looked back at him to see how he was reacting, and I could see on his face he was getting close to cumming... and I didn't want to end the fun just yet... so I pulled forward and turned around and said "ok, that's enough for now... go ahead and get those shorts on so we can get back with Emily". His cock was occasionally flexing as he slid on the shorts, which were not only see through but also being tented by his fat dick. I playfully smacked his cock and told him how sexy it looked as we went back to Emily. Emily was in the dressing room and had already put on the garter, but was completely topless, and had nothing covering her crotch... she was basically nude besides the garter belt and stockings. She was putting her high heels back on when I told her "damn, Emily. You look sexy as fuck... let me put mine on for the pictures". Emily looked at Mick, who still looked embarrassed as he stood there in nothing but see through shorts and an erection, and said "wow, Mick... you have a big summer sausage cock... very nice". Mick still looking a bit embarrassed, looked Emily up and down as he said "thank you". I got the garter belt on, and put on my high heels, found my phone and handed it to Mick and told him we were ready. We stood in front of him as he took the pics same as before, and of course the legs spread on the floor... this time with nothing blocking the view. Emily asked him "Do you like my patch of hair over my pussy, or should I shave it all like Diana? We opened and played with our wet pussies while Mick watched, and he finally said "I couldn't prefer one over the other... you guys both look so sexy like that. Emily smiled and then asked for a picture of us in the doggystyle position... Emily then asked for one more up close like that... "for the photographer". We were still siting on the floor when Mick handed me back my phone, and I asked Emily "which ones should I send?" thinking she might be worried to send the explicit pics. She smirked at me and said "all of them". I did as she requested, really curious to what Bruce was going to say about his wife showing everything to this stranger. I handed Emily the phone after I sent the pics so she could see his reply, and then I went between her legs and started eating her out. I used my hands to spread her thighs as I licked around her pussy, and she started to moan as she stared at Mick's crotch. I looked back to see Mick had pulled his cock out and was slowly stroking it as he watched us... and Emily moaned "I bet that cock would feel awesome stretching out my pussy"... I stopped licking her long enough to say "it's OK if you want to find out, I won't say anything". I looked back at Mick and asked him "would you like to fuck Emily's married pussy?". Mick just nodded as he slowly jerked himself, and Emily said "I know I shouldn't though... but I really want to". I replied back "remember... we're on a break from our normal lives... none of this counts or will be spoken of again... we agreed". Emily moaned "I guess that's true... I'm not sure yet". I felt Mick get behind me again, I guess based on what I said he knew he had permission to finally fuck me... and he did... he worked that fat dick inside of me, and started slamming away. I looked back at him and said "oh my God, Mick... you're fucking me so good!... don't cum!". I was worried about things ending before anything happened with Emily. Emily was looking at the phone as I ate her out, and I could tell that Bruce had replied back... and based on her reaction I knew it was positive. Mick stopped fucking me, I think worried he was going to cum, and Emily looked at me and said "It's my turn to eat you out" as she handed me back the phone. We switched places as I looked at the phone and saw Bruce had said 'OMG he could see everything on both of you! He's not going to fuck you guys is he?'. Emily had replied 'This is Emily. no, only if you wanted to let him fuck me. Would you want that?'. Bruce hadn't replied yet as I felt Emily start working my pussy with her tongue, getting deep inside of me... and it was then that I remembered that her son Craig had cum inside of me just hours earlier... and I didn't know if any was still there, but there was a chance she was lapping up her son's cum without realizing it... why that turned me on, I have no idea, but it did. Mick was looking at Emily from behind, and I knew he was considering pushing his cock in her too. Emily was clearly putting herself in the position to get penetrated, as she put her ass up high with her knees far apart... I knew she knew what she was doing, and wanted to see what he would do. Emily continued to eat my pussy as Mick slowly rubbed her outer leg, I guess waiting to see her reaction... and when she didn't react, he moved his hand to her inner leg... waited again before slowly working his hand up to make brief contact with her pussy. Emily stopped briefly to smirk at me with her devious eyes, and started licking me again, and I could tell Mick was now playing with her pussy. I finally received a response back from Bruce that said 'not yet... I want to be there when you let another guy fuck you for the first time. I acted like Emily as I replied 'I understand. I'm glad you enjoyed seeing us show off to the old guy. I wouldn't want to fuck him unless you wanted me to anyway'. It was hard to reply with Emily working my pussy over with her tongue, but I sent the message and then put the phone down as I watched Mick lean forward and eat her pussy from behind. I think Mick decided he got that far, he was going to see if he could fuck her, as he got back up and waddled on his knees to get between her legs. Emily didn't react, I'm sure waiting to see what he'd do, as he slid his cock up and down her slit... he looked at me, and I bit my lip as I nodded for him to do it... and I watched as he pushed forward and worked his cock inside of her. Emily gasped and said "It's so fucking big" as he worked it in and out until he was fucking her at a steady pace. Emily started saying "I'm such a fucking slut, fuck me Mick... fuck me good" as Mick continued to use her pussy, while looking like he couldn't believe it was really happening. I got up as I told Mick "you heard her, fuck her married pussy... use her like a good slut" as I reached for my phone and secretly recorded them. Mick started to slow his rhythm, I'm not sure if it was too prevent cumming or if he was just getting physically exhausted... but Emily turned around and pushed him down on his back as she started to suck his cock. Watching her open her mouth so wide to take him in was incredible, and I knew that she was going to give him the blow job of his lifetime. I stopped recording and went over Mick's head, straddling his face as he licked my pussy... I was facing Emily as she sucked his cock, and watched as she sat up and smiled at me before hovering over his cock and holding it as she sat down, allowing it to penetrate her pussy. I leaned in to kiss her while he licked my cunt, and she broke the kiss to tell me "I've really missed you... thank you", as she slid up and down his dick. There's many reasons why I love Emily, and one of them is that no matter the situation... she always down to get slutty with me... even on an old, chunky, fat cocked, married stranger. We were in the middle of the aisle, in front of the dressing rooms, as I sat down next to Mick's head, facing him so he could see me, and I rubbed my pussy while she fucked him... his eyes locked on her tits as they bounced in front of him, occasionally looking over at me as I rubbed my pussy in front of his face. Mick started grunting, and Emily climbed off of him saying "don't cum yet... you've seen us both completely naked... you've tasted and explored our pussies, fucked us, got sucked on by both of us... before you cum, where do you want to finish? On us, or in one of us? Maybe in one of our mouths?... which one would make you cum the hardest?". Excellent question by Emily, and I looked forward to the answer... Mick said "I don't want to be pushy... but if it could go the way I want... I'd have you both lay on your back while I take turns fucking you, and then bend you over and take turns finishing in you like that... I'd just go back and forth as I cum". I had to admit, I was impressed with the answer, as Emily said "let's do it like that then" as she walked over to a open spot on the floor and laid down on her back. I gave him a quick suck, and then walked over to Emily and laid down next to her, and watched as Mick walked over and got between my legs. He pulled my legs up as he positioned his dick to penetrate me, and watched as it did... he then laid on top of me and started fucking me the way I imagine he fucked his wife... missionary with slow steady strokes as he kissed my neck. . I noticed from where we were at on the floor, you could see us from outside... no one was there, but it did add a bit of a dangerous element of being caught. Mick lifted his head to look down at me, and we locked eye contact as he thrusted inside me. He began kissing me, and then slowly started making out with me... and I realized he wasn't fucking me to cum yet, he wanted to have an intimate moment with me as he fucked me... he wanted the full experience with me, and I understood what he was doing. I whispered in his ear "thank you for fucking me so good, your wife is incredibly lucky". He started to fuck me faster, but stopped and pulled out, and moved over between Emily's legs and did the same thing... slow strokes as he savored fucking her, and started to make out with her as well. I've always enjoyed watching Emily get fucked, and this was no different... seeing this man, who was about twice our age, as he had indulged in our forbidden bodies... I knew we represented every girl he wish he could have fucked in the past, and now he was finally getting it. Mick pulled out and flipped Emily over, and started slamming into her from behind with strong strokes that made slapping sound ring out in the store. Mick looked at me and said "get next to her... I'm going to fuck you both and cum in you both". I knew what he wanted as I got in the same position as Emily, right next to her as I we started kissing. Mick got behind me and started pounding on me with the same vigor that he had with Emily, and after about 20 seconds went back to Emily. It didn't take him long to switch between us, and I knew he was getting close to blowing his load on us... and I knew it was going to be a massive load after all the teasing we had done. I heard him starting to grunt as he fucked her, and Emily encouraged him by saying "yes baby, cum inside my pussy". Mick pulled out and slammed into me as I could tell he was cumming, and after just a few seconds turned to penetrate Emily and cum in her as well. He kept switching between our pussies as he continued to shoot inside of us, until he couldn't cum anymore... he sat back, panting as his cock was still throbing, and we flipped over and to face him... smiling as his cum leaked from our worn cunts. He smiled back at us while trying to catch his breath and Emily lied and said "no other man other than my husband has ever cum in me... it felt incredible though". Mick panted as he looked at us and said "thank you guys... this has been incredible". Emily and I stood up and looked out to make sure no one had been watching through the window... the coast was clear, but we laughed at the idea that someone could have walked up on us. Emily went to the dressing room to get dressed, and I walked up to Mick as he stood up and pulled up his shorts, and I gave him a slow kiss on the lips before heading toward the dressing room as well. We walked up to see Emily dropping her dress down over her body, and gave Mick a bashful but playful look. I started putting on my dress as Emily told him "I can't believe that just happened... you now know my body just as well as my husband... inside and out". Now fully dressed, I smiled at Mick and giggled "you have probably seen us naked more than dressed". Mick chuckled, still standing in nothing but transparent shorts, and said "this is the best day I've ever had on a job... I can't believe how beautiful you both are". Emily replied "you're so sweet, Mick" as she picked out the outfits she liked best. Mick followed up by saying "you guys look even more beautiful without clothing though". I gave him a hug while saying "it's sexy knowing that you know all of our bodies secrets, and that you appreciate it... I can still feel your cum leaking out of me under my dress". Mick went to get some tissues so we could clean up a bit, and he watched us as we lifted our dresses up to wipe up... giving him one last look at our pussies. Mick wanted to let us take the outfits, but Emily insisted on paying for them... I'm pretty sure he gave her a big discount anyway. I wrote my number down and gave it to Mick, telling him "if you'd like me to send you some of the pics, just send me a message". Mick assured me he would as we both gave him one last hug before we left. Mick told us "if you come back, most likely my wife will be here... so please don't say anything, ok?". Emily quickly responded "don't worry... it didn't happen... it was a break from our normal lives, like Diana said". Mick thanked us again as we unlocked the door and we walked out to our car... taking turns flashing our ass to Mick as we left. We headed to the hotel that Bruce had reserved for us, and Emily said "you realize that today was the best day of Mick's life... he'll never experience anything like that again. Today is the highlight of his life". I knew she was right.. despite any guilt he might feel, he'll think about what happened that day every day for the rest of his life, and he is not likely to have another day even come close to matching it. I received a text saying 'this is Mick. Thanks again and I look forward to the pictures'. I let Emily know I was about to make his day even better, and I sent him the pictures I had taken. I then remembered I needed to keep the pics and videos in my new app that Craig helped me with. We were getting close to the hotel now, and we knew that things between Emily and Bruce would be changed forever after that night... they were already changed based on how Bruce reacted to Mick seeing Emily naked... hopefully things would continue to progress, and Emily can finally be open with her slutiest thoughts.. at least more open..

Sasha Dances At The Landing Strip by LikesToWatchHer Sasha's audiences grow, but things get complicated. Sasha awoke the morning after her performance for the investors at Valentino's with a knot in her stomach. She had slept poorly. Her mind was racing with thoughts and fears about the prospect of performing as an exotic dancer. Sasha was ambivalent about the idea. It ticked most of the boxes for her exhibitionist fantasies, but the risk of being caught by someone she knew was a serious deterrent. Additionally, she did not like being blackmailed. Chidi Nguyen, one of the minority investors at Valentino's, could not have been any more clear if he had come out and said it directly: if Sasha didn't perform at his strip club, he was going to call Sasha's father and reveal all her dirty secrets. Even if stripping might otherwise have felt like a fun idea, being forced to do it on someone else's terms did not feel fun at all. Sasha had weighed her options. On balance, the risk of seeing a friend or colleague in the audience seemed less onerous than having to confront her father's disapproval. Sasha was uncertain of this choice, but at least for now, caving to Chidi's demands seemed like the path of least resistance. "So, John..." Sasha said to her boyfriend of five years. "So, Sasha..." He replied without looking up from the Saturday morning paper. "There's one detail I omitted last night." She confessed. John looked up inquisitively. "Oh? And what might that have been?" "One of the investors, Chidi Nguyen is his name, he owns that strip club -- The Landing Strip. He really really wants me to come dance there on Amateur night next Thursday." She told John only what he needed to know. There was no need to alarm him by disclosing that Chidi was threatening her. "Oh damn!" Said John, looking up with wide eyes. "That's next level stuff." "I kind of want to do it." Sasha reported. "But how would you feel about it?" "It's your body, baby." John replied, comfortingly. "You can show it to whomever you want. Could I come and watch?" "You had better come and watch!" Sasha exclaimed. "I wouldn't feel safe without you there." "Well, then, I guess we know what we're doing next Thursday night!" John enthused, as he grabbed Sasha's butt and pulled her in for a kiss. In any given moment over the next five days, the pit in Sasha's gut seemed to last an eternity. Yet the days themselves almost flew by. Sasha obsessed about her preparation. Sasha pondered what to wear, how to dance, how to move. She and John watched movies featuring strippers every night that week. The films gave Sasha a lot of ideas, but didn't quell her anxiety. Dancing, nude on a stage, in front of dozens of strange men, seemed like a daunting proposition; doing it under duress only made it more so. But this was the bed that Sasha had made for herself. She felt that she had no choice. When Thursday evening arrived and Sasha landed back home from her work at the bank, she stripped naked in her bedroom. She had begun to assemble her outfit when John returned from his own job. Few things pleased him more than reporting home to find his girlfriend waiting for him in the buff. He hugged her and ran his hands up and down Sasha's smooth round behind. "Hey, I've got an idea!" John exclaimed. "Reverse strip for me! Let's put on some music and see how sexy you are while you get dressed." "That does sound fun!" Sasha agreed. "I need a drink first, and then let's do it! I think I need to be at the club in about an hour." John put some 70s funk on the stereo and poured them each a glass of wine. Sasha sat on the corner of the bed facing John with her knees splayed. She slowly rolled a sheer black stocking up each leg, looking and John and licking her lips as she did. Sasha fastened the black lace garter belt around her waist, and she bent forward to attach the straps to the tops of her stockings. Wanting to stay bottomless for John as long as possible, Sasha next turned her back to him, arching her hips towards him as she donned her matching black lace bra. It fastened in the front, and Sasha moved her butt in big circles for John's enjoyment as she hooked the clasp between her small breasts. She pulled a tight black cotton t-shirt over her head, now facing John so he could admire her sex and the little black landing strip she had grown over the week. Languorously Sasha pulled her tight stretchy mini skirt over her thighs. The bottom hem of the skirt fell just north of the tops of her stockings. It rode up slightly when Sasha walked, exposing a horizontal strip of pale skin on each thigh. Sasha sat back down on the bed hiked the skirt above her hips, and teasingly eased a lacy black thong over her feet, past her knees, and into position, before smoothing down the skirt, easing her feet into strappy black stilettos, and performing a little twirl for John. "Well?" She inquired nervously. "Extraordinary. Spectacular. There aren't enough superlatives for you." John gushed. "Do that backwards, and you'll have men hurling their cash at you all night long." John's words reassured Sasha, but she was still nervous. What if men tried to touch her? What if she saw someone she knew? Worse yet, someone from work? What if they thought her dancing sucked? What if nobody liked her? How humiliating would it be to stand naked on stage in front of a group of strange men and be ignored? Or booed? These thoughts were not helping. But Sasha had no choice but to forge ahead. She finished her wine, and John drove her to The Landing Strip. As soon as they stepped inside, Sasha felt overwhelmed. The PA system was booming loud music that resonated off of the walls. She looked around, taking in the substantial room. There were one large main stage, and two smaller ones. All three featured stripper poles. The floor of the club was filled with cocktail tables, each surrounded by several comfortable lounge chairs, all facing the nearest stage. The club was not very full. The fire marshal permit inside the front door said the capacity was 240 people. There were not even one-fifth of that number present. Many of the tables were empty. Some had only one or two men sitting at them. There was a couples drinking together at one table. There was a small group of young men standing around the bar at the back of the club. Young women in various states of undress were dancing on the stages, while others circulated through the crowd. One or two were completely naked, but most were wearing lingerie. They would drape their bodies around any unoccupied patron and purr in his ear. Chidi Nguyen saw Sasha enter and stepped forward to welcome her. "I'm glad you came." He said. "I recognize John from your performance at the restaurant. Nice to meet you in person, young man." Chidi extended his hand to John. John shook it firmly. John vaguely recognized the fifty-something club owner from the video call during Sasha's masturbation performance at Valentino's the prior week. Sasha had kept John ignorant of the threat that drew her to The Landing Strip that night, and he was utterly oblivious to the niggling sense of dread that Chidi elicited from Sasha. "I'm pretty nervous." Sasha confessed. "But here we are!" "John, why don't you get yourself a drink and find a seat. Sasha will be dancing on the main stage -- I need to give her an orientation." Chidi handed John a drink coupon, and John thanked him before sliding away to the bar, leaving his beloved Sasha in Chidi's care. Looking at them from across the room, they could have been father and daughter, John thought. He also contemplated how creepy it would be for a father to have his daughter stripping for him, and banished those thoughts from further consideration. Chidi introduced Sasha to the DJ, who greeted her and shook her hand. Then Chidi took her to the dressing room behind the stage. "Here's how it's going to go." Chidi told her. "You're one of several women dancing tonight -- we have the regular staff, and then there are two or three other amateurs signed up to compete tonight. You'll dance twice -- first at 7:30, again at 8:30. Each dance is three songs -- usually girls get topless during the first, bottomless during the second, and dance fully nude during the third. You can keep those stockings on if you want -- some men like that. Whatever tips you get, you can keep. The guests aren't allowed to touch you when you're on the stage. If they do, the bouncers will kick them out immediately." Sasha found this last detail reassuring. She was glad to know that there was security looking out for her. "At 10:00 we'll ask the audience who they liked best, and the winner gets $500 -- in case you need the money." Chidi chuckled. "I don't," Sasha responded, "but I'll take it if I win it." "That's the competitive spirit!" Chidi encouraged her. "When you're on the stage you can do whatever you want -- you can touch yourself, you can use the pole, you can get close to the men sitting by the stage and expose yourself to them. We've even got a box of dildos over there by the stage door." Chidi gestured towards a box on a chair next to a doorway with a curtain hanging in it. "Feel free to grab one and use it if that excites you. They're all clean." Chidi said emphatically, as if that would be the issue that made a difference. "Between your performances, you should circulate through the club and get the patrons to buy drinks. You can stay nude or get dressed again. That's your choice. I like you nude, by the way." Chidi cupped Sasha's left glute as he said that, giving it a squeeze through the thin fabric of her skirt. Sasha wanted to swat away Chidi's presumptuous hand, but she was scared to offend him or even to say no to him. "Thank you?" Sasha responded, uncertain whether Chidi's last comment had been a compliment or a command. "We don't normally let the amateurs work the VIP rooms in the back, so don't worry about that tonight." Chidi offered, his hand still caressing Sasha's behind. "VIP rooms?" Sasha said haltingly. "Of course. You're a smart girl -- you understand economics. The main room makes me money by selling overpriced drinks. But the real money is in the private dances. There are ten VIP booths in the back. We keep them packed on a busy night. Guests pay twenty dollars per song, and that goes to the club. Most VIP dances last for at least three or four songs. Your tips back there are much bigger, too! But you have to earn them." Chidi said with a wink, as he squeezed Sasha's butt again. "Earn?" Sasha responded, confused. "Prostitution is illegal in California, Sasha. And as far as I know, nothing illegal happens in this club." Chidi said, not sounding at all sincere, as if he were repeating a script that his lawyers wrote for him. "But you girls must be doing something back there to keep the men happy or they wouldn't be paying six dollars per minute for your company, if you know what I mean." Chidi winked. Sasha was aghast. As liberated and adventurous as she was, she was also naïve. She had no idea that prostitution occurred in strip clubs. Frankly, before that moment she had never even thought about it. It made sense. But, as she pondered this fresh insight, Sasha began to see herself differently. Suddenly she no longer felt like a free-wheeling young woman who got her rocks off exposing herself. Suddenly she realized that she was becoming a sex worker. 'How did I go from taking my panties off in a restaurant to being literally twenty feet away from prostitution?' She asked herself. "Anyway," Chidi continued, "like I said, amateurs don't work the VIPs, so don't worry about that tonight. Now I get to see the goods before you dance -- owner's prerogative." "Uhm, okay." Sasha responded, trying to conceal her lack of enthusiasm. "What should I do?" "Show me your tits -- show me your pussy." Chidi responded, soberly. "You don't have to get totally undressed -- I just need to vet the goods before you go out onstage." Sasha deposited her coat and purse on one of the changing room chairs. She lifted her skirt and pulled down the front of her thong, exposing herself to Chidi. "Nice landing strip. Clever." Chidi said. "Now just pull your skirt up around your waist, take off the thong, give me a three-sixty, and then spread your lips for me." Obediently, because she had no real choice in the matter, Sasha pulled up her skirt and removed her thong. She turned slowly around, and then sat down on the edge of the chair, spread her knees and pulled her lips apart. It felt almost clinical as Chidi visually inspected her. The coldness of it was humiliating. The humiliation of it was arousing. The arousal of it gave Sasha something to grasp onto, and she pressed a finger into herself and then put it to her lips. "I'm not very juicy yet, but I suspect I will be on stage." She said, almost apologetically. "I bet. This looks good. You're clean, pink, and well-groomed from clit to cornhole. Let me see your tits." Chidi responded. His comment made Sasha feel like some kind of farm animal on the auction block. Her arousal cycled back to clinical humiliation, as she lifted her shirt and bra up her chest, exposing her A-cups and stiff brown nipples. Chidi reached out and kneaded them, first the left, then the right. Sasha hated his touch -- on her ass, on her breasts -- it did not make any difference where. Chidi's groping hands repulsed her. Even more, Sasha hated that, despite her feelings of disgust, her body reacted to Chidi's pawing with lubrication and stiff nipples. But whether disgusted or aroused, Sasha felt powerless to protest. And her powerlessness was perhaps the thing that she hated most of all. Chidi gestured for Sasha to lower her shirt. "You're on in about twenty minutes." Chidi told her. "You can hang out back here, or go out front -- doesn't matter. When you hear the DJ say your name, you go through that curtain over there, and out onto the main stage. Got it?" "I think so." Sasha said. "I think I want to go give John a hug before all this starts." "Go right ahead, but don't spend all your free time with your boyfriend. You're working tonight. You dance, and then you flirt with the customers and get them to buy drinks. Got it?" Chidi asked. At the word 'flirt' Sasha finally felt the familiar feeling of butterflies in her stomach: the confluence of anticipation, apprehension, and vulnerability that she found so intensely arousing whenever she exposed herself. The titillating familiarity of the sensation comforted her frayed nerves. Sasha strode back into the club's main room, scanned it to spot John standing alone at the bar, and made her way to him. She could sense the patrons eyeing her immodestly as she moved through the room. Their attention felt like a warm blanket. She liked it. She told John that she would be dancing first at 7:30, that they needed to stay until around 10:30, and that she might not be able to devote her attention to him in between. "I get it -- it's fine!" John said. "I'm here to watch. You do what you've got to do." 'Got to do.' Sasha thought. 'If only he knew.' Just then the DJ took to his microphone. "Gentlemen -- as you know, Thursday is amateur night here at the fabulous Landing Strip. We've got three beautiful young ladies who are dying to show you their assets." Sasha hugged John and retreated to the changing room. "Our first amateur dancer is a stunning half-Asian beauty who can't wait to show you everything she's got!" The DJ continued. "Please welcome to the stage, Sashaaaaaa!" Girls, Girls, Girls began to play over the sound system. Sasha stepped through the curtain and out onto the stage. Somehow, despite all the movies she and John had watched, she hadn't quite anticipated what it would feel like to be alone on a stage. Bright spot lights illuminating every inch of her, blinding her at first. A room full of horny men looked on. The initial shock quickly gave way to exhilaration. Sasha strutted up and down the stage, lifting and lowering her shirt. She had no idea what to do with the pole, but she grabbed and swung herself around it to change directions. She bent forward at the waist, straight legged, and wiggled her but at the crowd. Then Sasha spanked herself hard before straightening up. She spun around, lifted her shirt over her head, and tossed it to the back of the stage. The men cheered. Dollar bills began to rain around her. Sasha sidled over to a suit-clad young men with a fist fill of dollars sitting right next to the stage. She knelt in front of him and leaned forward. He pushed multiple dollar bills under the shoulder strap of Sasha's bra. She did the same with the next customer, who slid his bills under Sasha's garter strap. She stood and retreated, knowing the first song was almost over, she turned her back to the crowd, unfastened her bra, and casually let it drop to the stage behind her. She spun around to show her perky breasts to the room. The men cheered. As the first song ended, the second, Pour Some Sugar on Me, began. Sasha began to move her hips like she had seen strippers do. She squatted down to her heels, showing off the crotch of her thong to the crowd. Several men stepped up to tuck bills under the tops of her stockings and in the waist band of her skirt. Sasha stood and shoved her skirt down to the stage around her feet. More cheers. She saw John approach the stage and she knelt, knees wide, before him. "Turn around." John said, barely audible over the blaring music. Sasha turned around, and bent forward, grabbing her ankles. John tucked a twenty-dollar bill under the string that traveled between Sasha's butt cheeks. Sasha wiggled her ass as John retreated to the bar. In the closing minute of the second song, Sasha began to tease the crowd with her thong. She lowered it slightly, then raised it. She lowered it slightly farther, then raised it again. She turned her back to the crowd and did it again. Dollar bills continued to land around her. She slid the thong down to her knees, pinching her thighs together. Half the men stared at her landing strip rapt as if they'd never seen pubic hair before. The second song faded out and the third, WAP, began. Sasha slowly unclenched her knees, letting the thong fall to the floor. She tossed it to the back of the stage. Sasha laid down on the hard stage, and raised her legs vertically. Her thighs were pinched together, and the lips of her vulva were now visible between them. She fanned her legs apart as wide as they would go, arcing open like the tail of a peacock. Dollar bills now rained down around her. Sasha slapped her pussy with the flat of her hand, then knelt in front of the suited kid and spread her lips for his viewing pleasure, dipping her fingers into herself and licking them clean. By the time the third song ended, Sasha's juices were flowing down her thighs. "Everyone give it up for Sashaaaaaa!" The DJ howled into his mic. The crowd got to its feet, applauding and cheering Sasha is she flitted, nearly naked, around the stage collecting all of her tips. She gathered up her clothes and her money, gave a little bow and retreated to the changing room. Sasha's dread and apprehension had given way to the thrilling buzz of arousal. She felt almost high as she stepped through the curtain into the changing room. Chidi was waiting for her. "Are you sure you've never done this before?" Was the first thing he said to her. "Never." She said, flushed. Sasha was panting a little from the exertion, and nervous from the exhilaration of having exposed herself to an entire room full of strange men. "Well that was a great first dance!" Chidi said. He reached out to hug her, wrapping his left arm around Sasha's shoulders, and his right hand around her butt cheek, digging his fingertips into her flesh just a little too close for comfort to her enervated holes. "You should count your money, and then put it in one of the lockers. Then come out and work the room while your competition is dancing." Chidi smacked Sasha on the ass again and left the room. She sat down, smoothed the crumpled bills, and sorted them into piles. One hundred and fifty dollars. Sasha didn't know whether that was good or bad, but for fewer than fifteen minutes of stripping it seemed like a pretty good wage. She stashed the bills and her purse in a locker, along with most of her clothes. She pulled her thong back on before checking herself in the mirror. 'Bottomless is too much, but I think I can flirt topless.' She reassured herself. Sasha stepped into the main room, wearing only garter, stockings, thong, and stilettos. 'The kid in the suit must be a regular here,' Sasha thought -- he was waiting for her right outside the stage door. "Oh my god that was really great, Sasha!" He gushed. "Can I call you Sasha? Is that your real name? I'm Paul." "Hi Paul!" Sasha said. "Thank you! Yes, call me Sasha. Hey -- I'm hot. How about a drink." Drink sales was now her job, and she was determined to do it well. Sasha escorted Paul back to his table and sat with him, topless, as they enjoyed a drink together and Sasha watched the next amateur take the stage -- a blonde white girl named Candy. 'Candy is such a stripper name.' Sasha thought. Candy's routine wasn't all that different from Sasha's. Perhaps less graceful. "You're so much prettier than Candy!" Paul said to Sasha. Sasha fluttered her eyelashes at Paul in faux gratitude. She told Paul that she had to work the room, but that she'd be there all night, and excused herself. Sasha walked from table to table, encouraging the patrons to buy drinks, sitting with them and talking, if they seemed talkative. Most were. Every once in a while, she'd catch John's eye and give him a wink or blow him a kiss. 'This would all be perfectly normal,' Sasha thought, 'except that I'm nearly naked and all these guys are fully dressed.' That realization made the entire experience all the more arousing to her. 'I'm an investment banker, not a stripper.' Crossed Sasha's mind at some point. 'But this is actually pretty fun.' Candy wrapped up her performance completely naked on stage -- no stockings, no shoes, no nothing. The crowd seemed appreciative, but Sasha's sense was that the crowd was less lively for Candy than it had had been for her. The third amateur took the stage. She was a college-age brunette who went by Suzy. She was cute, if a little portly, and had D-cup breasts which she worked to full effect during her first song. She revealed her bare waxed pudenda at the end of her second song and spent the third song fingering herself for the crowd. Suzy did a lot of writhing around, but it didn't seem to Sasha as if the girl actually came. It was nearly time for Sasha to dance again. She made her way through the crowd to John. "Hey there sexy," Sasha purred. "Wanna buy a pretty girl a drink?" "Whatever you want, sugar." John offered. "After my next set -- I don't have time now." Sasha said. "Were you ok watching me flirt with this whole room? Topless and all?" She asked. "Sasha, I am so turned on by you right now -- I can't even tell you." John whispered into Sasha's ear. "Stay that way!" She said and retreated to the changing room where she put her bra and shirt back on just in the nick of time. The DJ announced Sasha's second set. "Remember that this is a contest tonight, gentlemen! Welcome back to the stage for your erotic entertainment, the beautiful and uninhibited Sashaaaa!" Seeing the other two girls dance had fired up Sasha's competitive impulses. Sasha's routines for songs one and two were basically the same as her first set. She paid a little more attention to eager Paul (mostly for the tips) but performed more or less the same moves. For the third song, however, Sasha was not going to be outdone by Suzy. After dropping her thong to the floor, Sasha retreated quickly to the changing room to snag a chair and grab a dildo out of the box by the curtain. She didn't look carefully and just pulled out the first one that her hand met. It was black silicone. It was not enormous, but it was large: perhaps eight inches long, and girthy. Sasha returned to the stage. She placed the chair in the middle of the stage, close to the front edge, and set the dildo beneath it before most in the crowd had any opportunity even to notice it. Sasha sat down, spread her knees, closed them, and spread them again. She unclipped her stockings one at a time and rolled them down her legs. She grabbed them by the toes and pulled them off -- first the left, then the right. Save for a black garter belt, Sasha was now naked as a jaybird, and the crowd -- now at least twice as large as it had been for Sasha's first set -- was keyed up. To a loud outburst of cheers, Sasha licked her right index finger and guided it down her torso to her throbbing clit. As she drew circles around her clit, she reached under the chair and withdrew the dildo, displaying it in front of her, holding it by its balls and twirling it around. The crowd went wild. Cheers, hoots, and cash rained down on the stage as Sasha pressed the head of the dildo between the moist and engorged folds of her labia. She was powerfully aroused, and, with only a little pressure, the dildo slid all the way up inside Sasha with one smooth movement. She moaned and threw her head back. The sensations were intense and made her glutes twitch. The men loved it and displayed their adoration loudly. Sasha began to pump the dildo in and out of herself. It was visibly slick with her juices, which were dribbling out of her, down her ass, and onto the chair. As the song neared its climax, Sasha neared hers. The pace of her pumping accelerated. Her rubbing intensified. The stream flowing from inside of her grew. As the sensations between her legs reached their peak, Sasha whipped the dildo out of her pussy and squirted three jets of fluid. The first landed on Paul's face. He looked shocked and amazed, and threw all the rest of his cash at Sasha's feet. The second and third fell on the stage. Sasha heaved, panted, and wilted into her chair. As the song ended, Sasha stood and took a bow to a standing ovation. She gathered her clothing, her tips, the chair and the dildo and made her way back to the changing room where Candy was preparing for her own second set. "Oh my god, girl -- you are so brave!" Candy blurted to Sasha. "You are too, girl! Go crush it out there." Sasha responded, insincerely. Candy nonetheless seemed legitimately touched, and made her way to the curtain. As soon as Candy left, Sasha counted her tips. Over two hundred and twenty dollars this time. Sasha put it in her purse in the locker, and prepared to don her stockings and thong, and then thought "Fuck it. These guys have seen it. What's the point of getting dressed at all?" Sasha stuffed her clothes into the locker and strode into main room wearing only stiletto heels and a garter belt dangling from her waist. Her juices were still running down her thighs, but she did not care. Even though Candy was now dancing on the stage, all eyes turned to Sasha and her gorgeous lithe naked frame as she circulated around the room. Again and again, Sasha found herself sitting naked with one table of men, then another. Again, she encouraged them to buy drinks. She spread her legs for them if they asked. She spread her legs for them if they didn't ask. She would place her hands coquettishly on their shoulders and thighs and laugh at their jokes. She was viscerally aware of her nakedness and vulnerability. But Sasha felt powerful. And she loved it. She felt like she could make these men do anything -- she needed only to part her knees, and ask. Suzy must have felt competitive too. For her final song she impaled herself on a vibrator and fucked herself with it vigorously. At least to Sasha's eyes, however, there was no passion there. Still, the men cheered and hooted. After Suzy performed her second set, Candy, Sasha, and Suzy all worked the room simultaneously until the DJ called them back to the stage. "It's time to crown tonight's amateur Landing Strip queen!" He bellowed into his mic. The three young women all took the stage together naked and held hands -- standing exposed before a room full of rowdy men. The DJ fired them up. "Whoever gets the most cheers wins." He announced. "So let's give it up if your vote goes to the cute and comely Candy!" There were cheers and applause. Candy bowed. "Now is the time to let us know if your favorite dancer this evening was stunning and salacious Sooooozeeeeeee!" The DJ said. The crowd cheered and hooted loudly -- there was no question that Suzy had beaten Candy. "Finally, give it up if your favorite amateur Landing Strip dancer tonight was the oriental stunner Sashaaaaaaaa!" The crowd went nuts. The cheers sounded reverberated through the room like thunder. For a few moments, they completely drowned out the music. Intermixed among the applause were all nature of appreciative hoots and hollers. There was no ambiguity. Sasha had won by a landslide. It was the first stripping contest in which she ever participated, and she came out the champion. Sasha pulled her naked body forward to the front of the stage. She blew kisses to the crowd before taking curtsy and a bow. "Thank you everybody for coming, and especially to these three gorgeous dancers." The DJ said, appreciatively. "Now we're returning to our regularly scheduled performances -- give it up for The Landing Strip's very own Brandi!" Sasha strode nude back out into the main room. Men congratulated her and cheered her as she made her way to the bar where John was standing, shaking his head in disbelief. "Baby," he said, wrapping his arms around Sasha's bare shoulders, "you are incredible." "Hands!" Admonished a bouncer, almost immediately. "It's okay." Said Sasha. "He's my boyfriend." "Doesn't matter." Scolded the bouncer. "No touching. If you two want to cuddle, you can take him to the VIP lounge." "Do you want to buy a dance with me?" Sasha purred, fluttering her eyelids at John. "Let's go!" He responded. At the doorway to the VIP lounge, John paid a bouncer sixty dollars for a three-song private dance. He and Sasha walked hand in hand to the lounge. They found there a row of ten booths, each with a banquette, a tiny cocktail table, a box of tissues, and a curtain to shield its occupants from view. Some were occupied already. The sounds emanating from within suggested that there was much more going on than lap dances. Sasha pulled John into a booth and yanked the curtain closed. She pounced on him with a lusty ferocity he had not seen in some time. Their lips locked and Sasha's hands pulled hungrily at John's fly. She liberated John's erect cock and pushed him back onto the banquette. She crawled up to straddle him and brought her dripping pussy to rest at the tip of John's swollen cock. Ever so slowly she eased herself down on it. Sasha savored ever moment of her lover's cock sliding into her. No dildo could compete with the warm touch of her lover's flesh inside of her. "Baby that was so hot." Sasha panted into John's ear. "You're telling me!" John exclaimed. "Gold lord, Sash', I don't know what came over you, but you owned this place tonight. Watching you sit naked with all those men was an insane turn on. And not just for me. Half that room fell in love with you tonight." "Only half?" Sasha panted, chuckled, and continued thrusting herself over John's cock. "Conservatively." John laughed. "Baby -- I can't walk out of here with your come running down my legs. When you're close, tell me, ok?" Sasha ordered. John grabbed Sasha's hips solidly and held them as he thrust vigorously beneath her. "Babe I'm going to come." He cried into her ear. Sasha leapt off of John and wrapped her lips around his throbbing cock. The sweet tangy taste of her own juices painted her tongue for only a moment before John's cock erupted between Sasha's cheeks, shooting jets of warm salty come. Sasha bobbed her head slowly on John's cock as his spasms abated and their fluids combined into an exquisite cocktail in her mouth. She swallowed. Sasha crawled back into John's lap and kissed him deeply. "Let's get out of here." Sasha said. "I need to get my clothes and my money from Chidi. Then let's go." They stood and walked together from the VIP lounge. John exited the club to warm up their car. Sasha marched straight to the changing room, where she got dressed, and grabbed her things from the locker. The stripper named Bambi, a heavily tattooed Latina in her 30s entered the changing room. "Chidi was looking for you -- he wants to see you in his office." Bambi said. "Up the stairs." Sasha thanked Bambi and made her way up the stairs to Chidi's office. She knocked. "Come in." Chidi answered. Sasha entered to find Chidi sitting in an executive chair behind his desk. His pants were around his ankles and he was stroking himself. On the computer in front of him was video of a naked woman kneeling on the floor with her face in a man's lap. She looked up at the man's face. "OH MY GOD!" Sasha exclaimed. "That's me and John! In the VIP!" "You were amazing, Sasha." Chidi said, still stroking himself while conversing. He tossed an envelope to her. "There are your winnings -- five hundred. Not bad for 30 minutes of dancing and some socializing, don't you think?" "I guess." Sasha said unenthusiastically. She felt violated by the images on Chidi's computer screen. "So this job interview went very well. You're hired. I'd like you to work Fridays and Saturdays. I'm pleased to see you've already figured out how the VIP lounge works. You can make us both a lot of money back there. Lot of money." Chidi licked his lips, still stroking himself. "I..." Sasha stutterred. "I... no. No. No I can't do that Chidi. I'm an investment banker, not a stripper. Far less a prostitute. I can't." "Oh, Sasha. You are so naïve." Chidi chided her. "I don't care what you do on weekdays during the day. On Friday and Saturday nights, however, you're whatever I say you are. Unless of course you want this video to find its way to your father and your handsome boyfriend." Sasha's stomach fell through the floor. This was not really happening. 'How could I have been so stupid?' Sasha berated herself. 'How could I possibly have imagined that this was a one-time thing? How did I not know that this creep ass motherfucker had have ulterior motives. The signs were all there. So stupid. So stupid.' "I guess I have no choice." Sasha said, looking to the floor. A tear welled up in her eye. "You can start tomorrow." Chidi said. "And before you go, come back here and take care of this for me." Chidi pointed his wrinkled old cock at Sasha. She felt sick. She didn't want to do this. Her exhibitionism notwithstanding, she was faithful to John, who was always a part of her escapades. She knew she could not tell John about this. "I think it's better if we keep our relationship professional." Sasha protested meekly. "This is my profession -- and now it's yours too. Hurry the fuck up -- the sooner you get me off, the sooner you can go home. Now!" Chidi snapped. Sasha could tell he wasn't kidding around. She was between a rock and a hard place. Between a destroyed life and a hard cock. She did the only thing she could think to do to extract herself from Chidi's office: she stepped behind his desk and began to stroke Chidi's cock. Chidi's foreskin was warm against Sasha's hand. She slid it up and down over the engorged head of his penis. Chidi moaned casually. Chidi let his head fall back and closed his eyes. "Mmmm. That feels nice. Now suck it." He commanded. "No, I can't. Please." Sasha pleaded. Chidi grabbed the hair behind Sasha's head and pulled it back sharply. "The next time I have to tell you more than once to follow an order, I'm going to tie you up and fuck right you in your ass." Chidi hissed. Sasha brought her mouth down on Chidi's penis and began to suck rhythmically. She wanted to die. How had this all gone so wrong? She could feel Chidi's cock begin to throb and twitch on her swirling tongue. She got ready to pull her head off of Chidi before he ejaculated. At the exact moment that Chidi grunted and Sasha began to pull away, he jammed his hands down on the back of Sasha's head, shoving himself to the back of her throat, and fired his gooey load between her tonsils. Sasha lifted herself off of him, and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. She was trying not to cry. All she could think was that she had to collect herself before she got to the car. John could not know about this. Any of this. "That was nice. You're good at this. Going rate for a hummer is a hundred. Do ten or fifteen of those every night and you'll be a rich girl." Chidi said dispassionately. "Here you go." Chidi handed Sasha five twenty-dollar bills. She took them reflexively and stuffed them into her purse. "Go home." Chidi said. "I'll see you tomorrow night." Sasha turned and exited the office. She walked unsteadily down the stairs -- between the stilettos and shameful flutter in her heart, it was slow going. 'Pull it together. Pull it together. John cannot see you cry!' Sasha berated herself. She stopped half way down and slapped herself hard on the cheek. "Snap out of it!" She said out loud. The sting of the slap pulled Sasha back into the moment. She focused her attention on the stairs, and descended. She waved to the DJ and the bartender as she beat a hasty exit. Several customers were smoking outside. They complimented her, but Sasha didn't even hear what they said. She went to the car and slid into the passenger seat. "That took a while!" John said, surprised. "Chidi had to count the money." Sasha said. "Let's go -- I'm tired." "I bet you are. Let's get you to bed." John said, and they drove home. Sasha didn't sleep. She could think of nothing other than how to extract herself from the situation. Her brain was doing somersaults all night long. In the morning, as soon as John left, she called in sick to work. She called Gino at the restaurant to get Stan Jeffries's phone number. Then she called Stan and asked to meet. Stan's office was on the top floor of one of the tallest office buildings downtown. The elevator right up felt interminable. The receptionist greeted Sasha warmly as soon as she stepped off of the elevator and into the lobby of Stan's offices. "You must be Sasha for Mr. Jeffries. He's expecting you. Right this way." She said to Sasha warmly. Sasha followed the receptionist to a large wooden door. The receptionist opened it to reveal Stan's office. It was a huge room with a massive antique desk, a sofa, a conference table, and a panoramic view of the city through the wall of glass on the far side of the room. "Come in, Sasha! Come in!" Stan said tenderly. "What a surprise it was to hear from you. Have a seat!" He pointed to the chairs in front of his desk. Sasha seated herself. "Would you like anything?" Stan asked. "Water? Coffee? Tea? Soda?" "Coffee." Sasha said. "Coffee would be great." The receptionist returned a moment later with a porcelain cup of hot coffee, and retreated, closing the office door behind her. Sasha held the warm mug between her hands. "Now, what is so urgent that it couldn't even wait until this afternoon?" Stan asked her. "Chidi Nguyen is blackmailing me." Sasha didn't beat around the bush. "Oh, dear." Stan responded. "What's going on?" Sasha told Stan everything. First the menacing encounter in the restaurant bathroom, then a blow-by-blow description of the prior night's events at the strip club. She omitted not a single detail. "Boy." Stan exhaled a long breath. "I'm sorry that happened to you. I've always known that Chidi is a piece of garbage, but I had no idea he was a rapist. I feel bad that I introduced him into your life. Have you called the police to report the rape?" "No - how could I? He has video of me stripping and having sex in his club. Who would believe me? Nobody. And now he wants to be my pimp." Sasha began to sob. "Hey, hey," Stan came around the desk and sat down next to Sasha. He put his arm around her and held her as she heaved. "It's going to be ok." "Is it? Can it ever be?" Sasha cried. "It can be, it will be." Stan reassured her. "I like you, Sasha. You're a special one. You're a complicated girl, but you've got a big heart and a kind soul. Your future is bright and you don't deserve any of this. I'm going to take care of it." "How?" Sasha begged. She was skeptical, but she wouldn't have asked for Stan's help in the first place if she didn't think he could do something. "Let me worry about that." Stan replied. "I don't know why you're so kind to me, Stan, but I appreciate you." Sasha whispered. He hugged her warmly. "I like you." He said. "You made quite an impression upon me." Sasha pressed her temple into Stan's chest. "But Sasha," Stan continued. "Understand that in my world, everything is transactional. I will fix this situation for you. Then you owe me." "Oh no!" Sasha exclaimed, sitting up with a start. "No -- not more!" "No, no, no." Stan reassured her. "Not like Chidi. No. I may be a dirty old man, but I don't need to use rape and blackmail to get sex. No. That's not what I am talking about. Some day, though, I may need something from you. If that day comes, I will expect you to recognize your obligation without question." Sasha felt reassured by Stan's words. "Ok. Yes. I will." She promised. Stan stroked her cheek lovingly. "I'm glad you called me, Sasha. And I'm glad to help you. Head home. Keep your phone on, I may be calling." Sasha thanked Stan again, hugged him, and left his office. The car ride home took twenty minutes. She opened the door to her apartment. Her cell phone rang. "Hello?" Sasha answered. "Sasha, it's Stan." Stan said. "It's taken care of. Chidi won't be bothering you ever again. He won't be reaching out to your father. And he is not expecting you to work for him in his club, or anywhere else." "Oh my god!" Sasha could not believe her ears. How could her life shift from total collapse back to normal in a just one instant? "I don't even know how to thank you, Stan. This is amazing. You are amazing!" "You're welcome. Just remember our understanding." Stan said. "I will. I promise." Sasha responded gratefully. "One last thing," Stan continued. "Chidi is going to call you shortly. Pick up. I know you probably don't want to talk to him, but I want you to answer the call. And I want you to record it. Can you do that?" "Yes," Sasha replied, in her mind walking through the steps required to record a phone call. "I think I can. Yes." "Good." Said Stan. "Keep the recording. Put it on a flash drive and put that in a safe deposit box at your bank. Got it?" "I've got it. Thank you, Stan. From the bottom of my heart, thank you!" "You're welcome. Take care." Stan hung up. Not ten minutes later Sasha's phone rang again. She started her cell phone's recording software. "Hello?" Sasha answered. "Hello, Sasha? This is Chidi." The voice on the other end said. "What do you want?" She asked coldly. "I want to tell you I am sorry." Chidi said. "I am sorry that I threatened to call your father. I am sorry that I tried to make you work at my club. I am sorry that I filmed you and John without your permission." "Is that it?" Sasha asked, unmoved. "I am sorry that I assaulted you." Chidi said. "Raped me." Sasha corrected him. "I am sorry ... that I raped you." Chidi said, haltingly. "I have destroyed the recording of you and John. I will never bother you again. I will not contact your father." Sasha's train had gone completely off the rails. Not even twelve hours earlier, Sasha was terrified that she might lose her job, her career, her family, her boyfriend -- her entire life. She had been terrified that her prospects as an up-and-coming investment banker were shot. She was staring down the barrel of an entirely different life as a sex worker. If she were being honest, there were aspects of the fantasy of sex work that Sasha found powerfully arousing. The reality of actually becoming a sex worker, however, represented a future that Sasha was entirely unprepared to embrace. For now, anyway, one night as a nude waitress and one night of stripping had been sufficient to scratch that itch. Had Sasha been forced to capitulate to Chidi's demands, the trajectory of her life would have felt dark and terrifying. Forfeiting her hopes and dreams, her relationships, her future, would have devastated Sasha. But then, in the space of an instant, her life was suddenly back on track. Sasha's control over had been restored. The ominous storm clouds that had massed over Sasha's head began to part. The actual sky outside of Sasha's apartment window literally looked brighter and bluer to her. Even the coffee evaporating and burning at the bottom of the pot that John had brewed that morning now suddenly smelled delicious. "Anything else?" Sasha asked Chidi. "No, that's all." He responded. Sasha ended the call. She transferred the recording to her computer, from which she saved it to a flash drive. Sasha walked the mile to her bank with a spring in her step. She rented a safe deposit box for the flash drive, and then took herself out to lunch. It takes some seriously bad luck to need so much good luck, but Sasha felt at that moment like the luckiest young woman in the world.

So this man asked me out by Vanessa Evans Part 4 When it came to put some clothes on I was spoilt for choice, I liked all my new clothes instead of having to choose one drab outfit or another. I brushed my hair trying to decide then I slipped on one of the summer dresses and some shoes on and went looking for John. “I see that you chose one of the see-through dresses.” John said, “Just confirming that you are an exhibitionist.” “”Yeah, okay, let’s go.” “That pink antenna looks good Jade, I can see the end of it below the hem and I can follow it right up to where it disappears.” “You really don’t mind me wearing this dress?” “No, I love that dress nearly as much as what’s in it.” “I suppose it will be dark outside, no one will be able to see that it’s see-through.” I replied but at the same time I was hoping that John was going to take me somewhere where there would be bright lights. As we walked out to John’s car I thought, “Jeez Jade, what the hell has got into you? Last week you’d never even worn a dress like this at home, with underwear on, never mind going outside in it with or without underwear. I must be crazy?” John opened my door for me and I made sure that he saw where the antenna disappeared before lifting my outside leg into the car. “Tease.” John said as he shut the door then went round to his side of the car. “Roof off?” John asked as he pressed the start button. “Off.” I replied and minutes later we were driving down the road. “Where are we going?” I asked. “Patience little one.” John replied as we drove out into the countryside and minutes later we were pulling into the car park of a little country pub called The Drunken Duck. “Is this yours?” I asked. “It is but I have a manager, Ken, running it for me.” “Does that mean that we’ll get free drinks? I asked. “Of course but don’t go getting drunk, I want you to remember everything that happens here.” “And just what is going to happen to me here?” “I have no idea yet but I’m sure that you will enjoy everything that does.” “Can I really go inside dressed like this, I mean there will be bright lights, someone might get offended?” “If they do they can leave but there aren’t many people about that would get offended by the sight of a naked beautiful young woman.” “Thank you John, but I’m not naked, unless you are intending to take this dress off of me.” “No I’m not going to strip you Jade, but you might want to take it off.” “I doubt that.” By then John had parked the car and was coming round to my side to open the door for me. I made sure that he could see the antenna again, then we walked to the pub door. When John opened the door I stepped in and almost instantly everything went quiet. I looked around and saw about twenty five men of various ages all looking at me. I also saw a sign saying ‘Function Room’ pointing to a door that I guessed led to some sort of extension out the back of the pub. Then I saw a middle-aged man come from behind the bar and walk over to us. “John, great to see you again, and who is this vision of beauty?” “Ken this is Jade, my new girlfriend, Jade, Ken, the manager, and Ken I haven’t come to check on the books. I’m sure that they are in perfect order.” “They are but I wouldn’t mind talking to you about an idea that I have had but some other time, come and introduce your new friend to all your friends here. Your usual John, and what would you like Jade?” “Do you do cocktails Ken?” “We don’t get much demand for them out here in the sticks, but we do, what would you like?” “Surprise me Ken.” I looked around the room and saw seven tables, all with just men sitting round them. Most of the men were still looking at me and I suddenly became very aware that my dress was see-through and that every one of those men could tell that I wasn’t wearing anything under the dress. I felt my face warm up. John took me to four of the tables and introduced me, and at each he introduced me to each man sat there and each pair of eyes staring at my tits and slit close up made me tingle a bit more. Some of the men gave me a compliment of some sort, quite a few of them being about my dress. No one actually said that they could see everything through it but why else would a man say that he liked a dress? Anyway, we finally left the fourth table and John took me to the end of the bar where there were two, high stools vacant. John sat on one and patted the other to tell me that I was to sit on it. I had to climb up using the bar between two of the legs and when I sat I could feel the wood on my bare butt. I tried to pull the hem down but it was going nowhere. I tried to cross my legs but the stool was too close to the bar and the overhang got in the way of my legs. I resigned myself to sitting with my knees together. I smoothed the dress behind me and discovered that the hem only just touched the wooden seat causing me to think that I shouldn’t bend forward. I was just about to ask John why he’d only introduced me to the men at four of the tables when Ken appeared with a drink in each hand. “There you go, one pint of Dogs Bollocks and one Sex on the Beach, I’ve got some Pigswill coming in next week John, you’ll have to come and try it.” I looked at John then Ken and wondered if they were talking in some sort of code. John saw my puzzlement and said, “This is a Free House pub Jade, we can sell any beer that we can get our hands on, and real ale goes down well around here, that’s why it’s so popular.” I assumed that Dogs Bollocks and Pigswill were names of beers and let it pass. “So John, where did you find this beauty, and one that is so, shall we say ‘liberated’?” “In a pub in the city. I had to go back five times before I saw her again and asked her out. It’s taken a few days for her to start to find her real self but I think that she’s getting there.” “I wish that more girls would stop trying to hide behind society and be their real selves.” Ken said. “You got that right mate. Now you wanted to talk to me about something?” “Yes, it won’t take long, the function room, I thought that maybe we could rent it out to some of the more, shall we say, ‘specialist’ clubs rather than sticking to the usual weddings and Christmas dinner type events.” “Ken, you’re the manager, it’s your decision but what sort of ‘specialist’ clubs were you thinking of?” “Well I wasn’t thinking of the Anglers or the Train Spotters brigades, they’re the run of the mill stuff, I was thinking of the CMNF, the BDSM or the Multiple ‘O’ Club, that type clubs, I’ve heard that there is a shortage of places that will accommodate the more liberated sections of society and being out in the sticks a bit the function room would be ideal for them, it wouldn’t be a problem if scantily clad or tied up girls were wandering around the place. Last week I got asked by a photography club that wanted to turn the room into a mini studio for the night so that they could photograph naked girls.” “I’m more than happy for you to you to accommodate them Ken, it’s good money coming in. Just one thing though if you take a booking for any event that you think that Jade here might be able to display herself at can you let me know, I’d hate for her to miss an opportunity to show herself.” “No problem John, if I had a body like Jade’s I would want to put it on display all the time.” “Yes, she does have nice, cute little tits doesn’t she?” John replied as his right hand came and cupped my right tit then tweaked both my nipples through the dress. “Gotta go.” Ken said, “city guys just here for the beer. They should be leaving soon.” That was my opportunity to ask John what the acronyms were, “CMNF that’s Clothed Male, Naked Female and they have meetings and dinners.” “What, where all the women are naked?” “Yes, apparently it’s a big turn on for the women.” “That doesn’t surprise me, can we join that club?” “I’m sure that I can organise that, you really are getting into this nudity aren’t you Jade?” “Yeah, I am aren’t I, and I guess that I have to thank you for that John, I’ll thank you properly later.” “BDSM, that’s ….” I interrupted John by saying, “Bondage, Discipline and Sadism and Masochism, yes, I’ve heard of that, I watched a few films about that, the 50 shades series are great movies.” “Yes, and we’ve already started down that road Jade.” “We have haven’t we, are we going to go further down that road?” “Do you want to Jade?” “Yes please.” “I was hoping that you’d say that.” “I don’t know what this Multiple ‘O’ Club is though.” “You’ll kick yourself when I tell you, you’re already quite good at having multiple orgasms Jade.” “Bloody hell, I should have worked that one out. Do they really have clubs for women who what to have multiple orgasms? What do they do at their meetings, have competitions to see how many orgasms they can have in a certain time?” “Precisely, you’d do well there Jade, and it will be great fun practising.” “Yes it would. So how do we join these clubs?” “All of them?” “Well the CMNF and the Multiple ‘O’ Club to start off with, BDSM scares me a bit, I’d hate to be whipped so many times that I bleed to death.” “I’m sure that it’s not that bad but we can leave that one for now, just have some fun on our own at home.” Then I had a thought, “Hey John, coming here and you talking to Ken about these clubs wasn’t a setup to get me to join these clubs with you was it?” “No, definitely not Jade. Okay I’d started thinking about how we get get you your kicks but I hadn’t thought about joining clubs, and yes I’d heard of those clubs before but I’d never even considered them, but now that you say that you are interested in two of the three then I’ll certainly start making enquiries.” “Okay John, I believe you, it’s just that it seemed to be the perfect setup.” “Honest Jade, it wasn’t.” “I believe you John, how can I prove it to you?” “You don’t need to prove anything Jade. Just keep being you, the real you.” “Oh I intend to lover, you’ve opened the doors for me and they’re one way doors, no going back in to the closet.” We both drank some more then I said, “John, can you look at the men behind me and tell me if they are still looking at me, I’m pretty sure that part of my butt is showing.” “Lean forward a bit Jade.” I did and John looked over to the men then said that some of them were still looking at me which started the tingling again, then I heard Ken shout, “TIME LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.” “What time is it John.” I asked. “Five passed eleven.” “I thought that it was only about ten.” “Don’t worry Jade, you’re forgetting who owns this pub, once those city guys have gone Ken will lock the doors and the rest of us can stay as long as we want, it will be a private party.” “Oh yes, I did forget, can I have another drink please?” John called Ken over and I asked him to surprise me again. A few minutes later he came back with what he called a Love Potion number 69. It tasted nice as well, but not as nice as a true 69 with John. Shortly after that John told me that the city men were leaving then five minutes later Ken came round the bar then I heard the bolts go on the door. “Right gents,” Ken said as he walked back to the bar, “who would like another drink?” I turned round on my stool and saw a couple of men get up and come to the bar then it hit me, John had turned the vibrator on. “Oh shit.” I said and almost fell off the stool. John saw me nearly fall and he literally picked me up and put me down on my feet on the floor with my body shaking. My right hand went to my pussy and found it under the short hem of the dress. “Oh my gawd John, not in here with all these strangers looking at me.” I somehow managed to say. But they were already looking at me. Through the see-through dress they could see my tiny tits wobble just a little bit and because my hand had grabbed my pussy there was bare flesh showing around my pubis. I suspected that half of my butt was showing as well. But John wasn’t going to stop, and to be truthful I didn’t want him to stop. Especially as some of the locals were encouraging John. They must have seen the pink antenna and guessed what John was doing to me. Up and down went the strength of the vibrations which was evident to the locals by the amount of shaking and dancing that I was doing. Then it stopped. I just stood there trying to get my breath back and still holding my crotch. “Do it again John.” I heard one local say. “Strip her John,” Another said, “let’s get a proper look at her.” John put his phone down and went for hem of the dress at both sides. Even before he started pulling the dress up my arms were going up in the air to make it easier for him and within seconds I was naked apart from my shoes. Then John started the vibrator again and I started grabbing my pussy and my tits, and dancing from one foot to the other trying to get some relief from the very pleasurable torture. With the vibrations running at about half strength John manoeuvred me to the middle of the room so that everyone could get a good look at me. That sort of appealed to me, more so afterwards but at the time it wasn’t exactly on my mind. Anyway, either John set the vibrator on a random pattern or he kept messing with it through his phone because the vibrations went up and down and just when I thought that it had been switched off they’d start again. I tried looking at the men who were watching me and they just looked like they thought I was some sort of demented nudist girl playing with herself. After about 10 minutes the vibrations finally got the better of me and I started cumming and my right hand started frantically rubbing my clit. How I managed to stay on my feet I will never know but I did, right through one orgasm and only when I peaked again did John switch the vibrator off. As I started to come down from my high John put his arms round me from behind and I was surprised that he didn’t grab my tits. He just held me firmly until I said, “That was fucking awesome John.” Which prompted a few complementary comments and some applause. For some weird reason I felt proud of myself and not at all embarrassed, in fact I was looking up at John and smiling. “That’s one hell of a girl that you’ve got there John.” Ken said. “Yes and she looks like she would be happy doing that again Ken. Is that right Jade?” “Anything that makes me cum like that.” “Would you like to put your dress back on Jade?” John asked me. “There’s not much point is there, everyone here has seen me like this so why bother? Anyway, it’s okay for men to see girls naked.” What I didn’t say was that I was enjoying all those men looking at me. “Would you like a drink Jade?” Ken asked. “Yes please, a strong one.” John took me to a table and Ken brought me the drink. “So you enjoyed that did you Jade?” John asked. “Yes I did.” “And you’re enjoying being sat here naked.” “Yes I am, and it’s your fault John.” “It’s my fault for making you so happy?” “Yes it is, thank you, now can we go home and can I ride your cock when we get there?” “Do you want another blast from that vibrator before we go?” “No, I want your cock.” We left shortly after that, Ken giving me my dress and telling me to come back whenever John went away. I waved to all the customers as we walked out and got a few more requests to go back. Again I rode to John’s house naked saying that I was spending more time in his car without clothes on than with them. I did ride John’s cock when we got back home. ***** The next day John woke me with his cock in my hole and I got him to promise to do that to me every day. Apart from a supermarket delivery and some more clothes arriving John and I had a quiet weekend, well quiet from the point of view of seeing other people but from a sex point of view we had a fantastic weekend, doing it everywhere and using my toys to make me want even more sex. I’m getting to like being ‘restrained’, as John calls it, more, the feeling of being helpless when I’m being fucked is turning me on more and more and I’ve been daydreaming about being tied up outside, even in public places and then being fucked with strangers watching but I don’t know of I want that to become a reality. John has dropped the odd hint that he likes the idea, I’m going to have to talk to him about it when it gets a bit clearer in my head. ***** The Monday morning arrived with what has become the norm, me waking to the feeling of John’s cock sliding in and out of my pussy. It’s a good job that my pussy is permanently wet these days. Adam arrived for my training session and he was grinning when he saw the new machines in the workout room. He got me onto the weights lifting machine straight away and he set the resistance quite low for each of the exercises that can be done on that machine telling me that he’d increase the resistance every two or three sessions until he thought that I had reached a suitable maximum. Then he took me to the leg stretcher machine and I could see a smile on his face as I sat on it and lifted my legs into the ‘U’ shaped rests. For a reason that I can only guess at he wanted to be stood in front of me when I started to force my legs either together or apart and I seemed to be spending a lot of time with my legs spread wide as he played with the controls. For some reason that I couldn’t be bothered to think about, I wasn’t at all bothered about him seeing my spread and wet pussy, or my little pointy tits with their rock hard nipples pointing directly in front of me. Next it was the exercise cycle, Both John and I has used it over the weekend and each time that I use it I kept going until I’d orgasmed in front of John. He even videoed one of my sessions on it. The anticipation of what I knew would happen had got me even wetter and I heard a bit of a squelching sound when I sat on the saddle. As I started pedalling I looked at Adam and it was obvious that he was expecting the same thing that I was. I didn’t disappoint either of us and I tried to keep going for a second orgasm but Adam told me to stop, that that was enough for so soon in my training program. I thought about asking him if my use of the exercise bike would increase over time just like the resistance on the previous two machines, but I stopped myself from asking him when I remembered that I could go and use the exercise bike anytime that I want. After the workout room we progressed on to the rest of the program and I really enjoyed all the stretching and yoga. Again Adam seemed to ‘coach’ me by standing between my legs. In one very exposed position I thought about how I was exposed and how I was enjoying it. When we got to the point where the session had ended that last time, Adam asked me if I had managed to get some trainers, but it was John who answered by appearing with my trainers in his hand. “Good,” Adam said, “we’ll go for a run in the woods.” I was both looking forward to it and a bit nervous, both of which were exciting me. For some strange reason the prospect of total strangers seeing me naked out in the woods seemed more exciting than those men in the pub seeing me. I even dreamt of Adam taking me jogging down a very public and busy street. With my trainers on, and absolutely nothing else, Adam led me to the gate at the bottom of the garden and then into the woods. The first path that we went on wasn’t used very much but we soon found a well worn one and I wondered how often people walked along that path. Adam set me off jogging, me in front so that I could set the pace and I wondered if he was enjoying seeing my butt as I jogged. I soon discovered that those woods were popular with dog walkers. I saw a Golden Retriever first, it was walking towards me and when it saw me it’s tail started wagging. I said hello to it as I passed it then I saw the owner, a middle-aged man who started grinning just as soon as our eyes met. “Good morning.” I said and got the same back as I passed him. I also heard Adam saying the same. On we jogged with Adam occasionally asking me if I was okay. We seemed to be jogging for hours and I was starting to get out of breath when came to a gate and on the other side I could see a bit of a car park with four cars parked, and a road. I couldn’t see any people but I was a little concerned that cars could drive passed at any second. Adam caught up and told me to have a short rest so I leant against one of the gate posts. Adam was just telling me that the next time he’d remember to bring a couple of bottles of water with us when another dog appeared, a Labrador, and it came straight to me and started sniffing at my pussy. I was telling it to go and leave me alone when its owner appeared but he didn’t call off the dog. Instead he started a conversation with Adam. Meanwhile the dog had progressed to licking my pussy and every attempt that I made to push it’s head away just seemed to make it more determined to lick me some more. Finally the man called off the dog but by that time I had discovered that dog’s tongues can give a girl some very nice feelings and I wondered what John thought of the idea of getting a dog. “Come on Jade,” Adam said, “that’s enough of a rest, let’s cross the road and continue on the other side.” I was out on the road before I remembered that cars could come along at any second and I frantically looked for a gate or a path on the other side of the road. Realising what I was doing Adam said, “It’s a couple of hundred metres up to your left.” “You want me to run along the road like this?” I asked. “Sure, it will only take seconds and if anyone comes they’ll have a pleasant surprise.” Not wanting to be on a public road any longer than necessary I set off jogging and it seemed to take forever to get to the gate which I quickly discovered had a chain and padlock on it. “Climb over it Jade.” Adam said, so I did, being well passed worrying about what I would be showing to Adam as my leg went over the top bar. Then it was off jogging again with Adam following me. It soon became clear that this trail was more popular because we soon came across people out walking, in fact the first we saw was a group of elderly people all kitted out in hiking boots and waterproof jackets which seemed strange to me since I was naked and quite warm and the sun was shining through the trees. Anyway, Adam saw them about the same time as I did and he moved up to alongside me and said, “I’m going in front until we pass them so that it doesn’t look like I’m chasing you.” I smiled but said nothing and as we ran passed them none of them said a word although I did see the odd smile and the odd look of shock. On we jogged and before long we were back at the gate at the road obviously having gone in a circle. “Back along the road Jade.” Adam said. I climbed over the gate and started jogging along the road not even thinking about cars coming along the road and one did just before I got to where I needed to turn off the road. I looked at the driver and saw a big smile and I was a little disappointed that my pussy didn’t start to tingle. I put it down to me being out of breath. Soon we got to the gate to John’s garden and Adam was telling me that I’d done well but I was bent over with my hands on my knees trying to get my breathing back to normal not even thinking that Adam would be able to see all of my pussy. John must have been looking out for us because as I started to walk towards the house he cane out and stood next to me and one of his arms went round my neck and the hand cupped my tit. Adam gave John some reassuring words about my performance then left saying that he’d be back on the Wednesday and John took me to a lounger to let me lay down to recover. John sat on the edge of the lounger and one of his hands went to my pussy where he toyed with my clit as he asked me how I was doing. “Some of it is hard work?” I said. “It’s supposed to be Jade, no pain, no gain. Besides, you want to keep that flexible, supple, body of yours fit don’t you?” “Of course, I was just saying that it’s hard work.” “You can do it Jade. I’ve got a treat for you later, I’ve got a woman coming to laser all the stubble from your body below your neck.” “Excellent, thank you John.” “Hey, it benefits me just as much as it does you.” “Yes, I guess so.” “Two treats actually. The first one is about to happen. Stand up.” As I got up John dropped his shorts and lay where I had been. He didn’t have to explain the rest. When we had both cum I lay back on his chest and told him that I loved being his employee and that I loved living with him and that I loved him. I felt John’s cock reverse the shrinking and as he pushed me up to ride him again he told me that he loved me too. Twenty minutes later we were up in the shower washing all the sweat off my body. Three hours later the doorbell rang and when I opened the door a woman who looked to be in her later twenties stared at the naked me for a couple of seconds then said, “You must be Jade, I’m Elsa and I see that your are eager to get on with the treatment.” I too thought for a second then replied, “I guess that I am but I was just enjoying the sun.” “Good for you, I hate tan lines too. So, where are we doing this?” “John’s got a table out the back and he’s rigged up an extension lead so that you’ve got power.” “Okay, I usually do this in a room without windows but I’m sure that outside will be much better.” “Yes, and there’s no neighbours to hear me scream when you hurt me.” “You can relax Jade, I won’t be hurting you, it’s not like a waxing.” “Good.” I led Elsa through the house and out the back to the massage table which John and I had carried outside. John was there sorting the power supply out and him and Elsa talked for a couple of minutes before Elsa turned to me and told me to get up onto the table. As Elsa was getting herself organised I saw a man come round the side of the house. He walked over to John and they talked for a minute before the man went into the pool room. “Who’s that John?” I asked. “That’s Pete, the pool man, just ignore him.” “Are you okay having this done with a stranger watching you Jade?” Elsa asked. “Sure,” I replied, “I’m getting used to men seeing me naked.” “Well they will think that you look even more beautiful when I’ve finished with you.” Elsa added. “I think so, the only hair that I like on my body is on my head.” “Me too.” Elsa replied, “right Jade, this is how it’s going to work.” Elsa explained what she was going to do and what the laser machine actually does. She also told me how long it would take and the probability that at least one follow-up session would be needed to catch any persistent follicles that don’t want to die. Then Elsa got started and I was pleased to discover that it was virtually painless, just a bit of tingling (not that type of tingling) and a bit of a burning feeling. When Elsa started working on my pubis John came over and stood next to me. One of his hands held one of mine and his other hand rested on one of my tits. I saw that Elsa has seen that and that she smiled when she saw it but none of us said anything. After about thirty minutes John asked if it was possible for Elsa to have a break and have a cup of tea. I sat up to drink the tea and saw that Pete the pool man was openly staring at me, and instead of being embarrassed I was actually feeling nice about it. John, Elsa and myself were making small talk whilst we drank the tea with John asking Elsa questions about laser hair removal and how popular it was and I was sure that John was as surprised as I was about the number of men who had the same thing done. I had this mental image of John on the table and Elsa holding his boner as she lasered all the hairs. I decided that I’d talk to him about it some other time. After the tea Elsa got back to the job and I lay back and let it happen. Elsa got to the sides of my vulva and she asked me to spread my legs as wide as I could. As I did this I saw that Pete was no longer doing whatever to the pool but was standing next to John, both of them staring at me making me feel good. They were still staring at me when Elsa asked me to get on my hands and knees so that she could get to all the hairs that I couldn’t see without a mirror. Elsa finally finished and I sat on the side of the table as Elsa packed all her equipment before John walked her to the door. Pete was still there and whilst he was still looking at me he asked me if I used the pool or if I needed any swimming lessons. I told him that I could swim already but that I wasn’t the strongest of swimmers. Pete offered to give me some coaching lessons so that I could improve. I told him that I had enough to think about at the moment. Pete left just after John got back. “So how was that Jade?” John asked. “Less painful than I thought but it was worth it just so that I never have to shave again. Thank you John.” “No need to thank me Jade, as I said, it was for my benefit as well. I’ve booked a follow-up session for four weeks today, you should be all healed up by then.” “Healed up? From what?” “Jade, do you remember me asking you what you didn’t like about your pussy?” “Yes I do.” “Well I’ve made an appointment with a top cosmetic surgeon in London next Monday for him to re-model your pussy to how you want it to look.” “You’d do that for me?” “Already booked Jade, all you have to do is tell him what you want doing and a couple of hours later you will have a new pussy.” “I love you so much John Douglas.” “I’ve got to keep my employees happy.” “There’s another employee hiding away somewhere is there?” “No Jade, one exhibitionistic nymphomaniac is quite enough for me thank you.” “So how long will it be after the operation that I can really thank you?” “That depends on how quicker a healer you are but probably around a couple of weeks but you still might be sore for a while after that.” “But I’ll still be able to give you blowjobs, and I’m not getting anything done to any other part of my body am I?” “You’ll definitely be able to give me blowjobs. I didn’t ask about getting anything other than your pussy changed, but having said that, what do you think about getting you nipples pierced?” “Never really thought about it. Okay, I’ve thought about it, can the surgeon guy pierce nipples as well?” “That’s probably a bit below a Harley Street surgeon but if you are sure that you want them piercing we can get them done here.” “My friend Jenny got hers pierced in town.” “Have you even phoned your friends since you moved here?” “No.” “Well you should phone them, let them know that I haven’t murdered you.” “Can I?” “Of course you can Jade, you don’t need to ask me. I may be your employer but I’m not your owner, you can do what you want.” “Good, I’ll do that this evening, do you want me to cook something for tea or will you order in?” “I’ll order a Chinese then you can show yourself to the delivery guy.” “That will be fun, then later I can really thank you.” “I’ll look forward to that, now I need to go and do a couple of hours work.” We went inside, John to do some work and me to look in a mirror. I wasn’t really expecting to look any different except for the lack of stubble but it was nice looking at myself and knowing that I’d never again have any hair below my neck. I also had a close look at my pussy trying to imagine what it would look in a weeks time. No flaps, a lot skinnier and hopefully with my clit just sticking out of my skinny lips. I pulled my hood back and rubbed my finger over the end of my clit imagining what it will be like to have things accidentally rubbing my clit all the time. When it got to the time that I thought that Jenny would be home from work I phoned her and we spent over an hour talking, well mainly me talking, telling her everything that I’d done since we last met. She sounded so jealous but at the same time happy for me. Having said that I didn’t tell her everything, I didn’t want to make her so jealous that she’d hate me. I wasn’t quite sure if she believed me when I told her that I had only worn clothes once since I last saw her, especially when I told her how many men had seen me naked in that time. I didn’t tell Jenny that I was going to London to get my pussy altered but I did manage to ask her where she got her nipples pierced. We didn’t managed to talk about everything that I wanted to because the doorbell rang. I guessed that it would be our Chinese and I promised to phone her and Rose again soon, and to invite then round to my new home. It was a totally relaxed and totally naked me that opened the front door apologising for taking so long and acting like I was fully clothed. The delivery guy had a smile on his face as soon as he saw me and he wasn’t at all shocked. I guessed that our address was on their list of home where they might see lots of female skin. As I was closing the door behind him I thought about how I had changed from the first time that John asked me to open the door whilst naked. That night in bed I asked John to tie my wrists to the top of the bed and blindfold me before fucking me. Being restrained seems to add a little more excitement to a lovemaking session. ***** John woke me in the nicest possible way telling me that he was going to do that to me every day until we had to stay away from my pussy for way too long. Over breakfast John told me that I would be getting two visitors that day, the first one being a masseur late morning and then in the afternoon a beautician was coming to do whatever I wanted with my finger and toe nails. Both those would be firsts for me as I’d only ever painted my nails myself. I asked John if I could go and have a workout in his mini gym first and he told me that I didn’t need to ask but this time he wanted to know so that he could come and video me. He did come and video me, well on the leg spreader machine and the exercise cycle, and yes he videoed me as I made myself cum sliding from side to side on the saddle. He also asked me to do the standing splits so that he could zoom right in on my spread pussy. Just as I was going for another shower he told me that he’d video me doing those things again after I’d had my pussy ‘done’ then we could compare the two videos. At 11 a.m. I opened the front door to a man who looked to be in his later twenties. “You must be Jade, I’m Manuel, your masseur. All ready to get started I see.” “Yes, I am Jade, please come through, the table is setup out the back.” As we walked through the house John joined us and introduced himself. After they shook hands John clarified with Manuel that he was there to give me a full massage with a very happy ending. I guess that a lot of girls would have been a bit embarrassed knowing that the two men stood in front of them were talking about one of them giving you an orgasm whilst the other watched, and a few weeks ago I would have been embarrassed and bright red, especially as one of those men had moved behind you and had reached round and was holding one of your tits, but I had changed so much that not only wasn’t I embarrassed, my pussy was tingling and dripping with the anticipation. “So Manuel, are you happy working your magic on Jade’s body out here in the open?” “I am, I believe that everything should be as natural as possible and out here in the sunshine and fresh air goes a long way towards that so I am happy if you are Jade.” “I am happy, but, hopefully, not as happy as I will be in a short while.” “Have you ever had a massage before Jade?” “No, never.” “Then you need to relax, try to think of the pleasurable times of your life and let me do everything.” John let go of my tit and I climbed onto the table, rightly guessing that Manuel would start on my back. Well, the next thirty or so minutes was out of this world, I have never felt more relaxed in my life and all the slight aches that I still had from the running and other exercising just vanished. Even when Manuel was massaging my tits and nipples it felt amazing, different from when John plays with my tits which is also amazing. I wondered if it was different because I knew that John would be fucking me soon but Manuel wouldn’t be. Manuel is also brilliant at teasing his ‘victims’. His fingers and hands danced all around my pussy for what seemed like hours before he finally ran a finger along my already very spread slit. He had never asked me to spread my legs and I don’t remember spreading them but by then they were spread wide in the hope that my hole was going to be invaded. My body certainly thought that it was because I could feel my lubrication juices trickling down between my butt cheeks. Then Manuel just touched my clit and an orgasm exploded out of me. As the orgasm started to become history I vaguely remember him saying something like, “You don’t get off that lightly my beauty.” And I didn’t. His fingers were still teasing me all around and in my pussy, a quick plunge in then a quick rub or flick of my clit. On and on it went and up and up went my arousal again until I was close to the edge. Then Manuel’s fingers went in side me and started going in and out so fast that I doubted that John’s eyes could keep up with them. What’s more, Manuel was lifting my butt up off the table as his fingers pistoned in and out of me. Needless to say that I came again in seconds but Manuel kept on going taking me to two more peaks before he finally slowed down. And I was glad that he just got slower and slower because if he’d just pulled out I’m sure that the withdrawal symptoms would have been horrible. After what seemed like hours Manuel finally stopped finger fucking me and my heart rate started to get back to something like normal but I was too shattered to even thank him. I just lay there thinking how wonderful life was. I saw John and Manuel talking and looking at me but it was only when they started to walk into the house that I had the energy to even sit up. When I did I saw the gardener, David, looking at me from over towards the shed. “Back again David, I didn’t think that the grass was growing that quick.” I said, suspecting that David had just come to watch me. “Err no Jade, I just needed to talk to John about something, I hope you didn’t mind me watching you?” “Not at all David, I’ve got used to being seen naked and John tells me that it’s okay for girls to be seen naked by men.” “That it is Jade, especially the beautiful ones like you.” “Why thank you David, John shouldn’t be long.” John wasn’t long, in fact he was back in seconds. He came over to me and told me to lay back and enjoy the sun while he had a quick chat with David. I did, and he did, and when he came back to me he told me that Manuel had said that it was always a pleasure working with such a beautiful young lady. “So is that where he’s going now, to work on a beautiful young lady?” “I wouldn’t know Jade, he was referring to you.” “This being naked all the time really is a good way for a girl to get lots of nice comments isn’t it?” “Only if you are beautiful like you Jade. Now, sorry to spoil things for you but I’ve told Manuel not to come back for the next two weeks then to come here every Tuesday after that. I didn’t tell him why but I’m sure that he’ll know when next he sees your pussy.” “So when are we going to London John?” “We’ll travel down on Friday after your fitness session then you’ll go under the knife on Monday morning.” “Saying it that way scares me a bit John.” “I’m sure that it will be painless Jade and that paracetamol will take care of the soreness after that, but you won’t be able to do much for a few days then you’ll have to take it easy for another week or so, so we need to do a triple dose of fucking before Monday to make up for what we won’t be able to do for a couple of weeks.” “That sounds great but you’ll still be able to fuck my mouth and I like giving you blowjobs” “Yes you are Jade, did you talk to Jenny about getting your nipples pierced?” “I did, and she gave me the phone number of the place where she got them done.” “When to you want to get them done Jade?” “How about now?” “Fine with me, phone the place and see if they can fit you in.” I did and they could so I went and had a shower then put a dress and shoes on. I knew that I would have to take my top off for the piercing and I could have put just a skirt and top on but I wanted to get naked for it, it seemed more natural. “You know that this nipple piercer will have seen hundreds of naked girls Jade?” John said as we were driving to the shop. “I know, but you’ve helped me realise that I like being seen naked by men.” “And any sane man will like seeing you naked Jade, I certainly do.” “Thank you John.” The place was a small converted shop and when we went it we were met by a middle-aged man who seemed quite pleasant. He told us that he was just in the process of piercing another girl’s clitoral hood and that we could watch if we wanted to. He took us to the back of the shop and there was a girl, about my age, spread wide on a table and totally naked. Standing next to her head was a young man holding her hand. “Hi,” everyone said, the girl and the young man obviously not bothered that she was totally naked. We watched the man get on with piercing her clit, John having done his usual of standing half behind me and reaching round me and holding one of my tits, but this time over my thin dress. I felt John cringe a little when the needle went through the girl’s hood and I wondered if I’d have enough of my hood left to be pierced like that after my operation the next Monday. Would I even want my new hood to be pierced? Would John want my new hood to be pierced? I decided not to think about it until I saw my new pussy. As I watched the man push a sleeper through the hole that he’s just made I noticed that the girl’s vagina was leaking and I thought, “Yes, I’d be enjoying all that attention if I was you, I wonder if I’ll leak when I’m getting my nipples done?” I looked up the girl and saw that she had barbells through her nipples and that they looked hard. “Yes, definitely enjoying the attention.” I thought. The man stood back to look at his work and he wasn’t the only one looking at her pussy. The man got a mirror for the girl to see herself and I saw another trickle of her juices escape from her vagina. Everyone seemed pleased with the man’s work and the girl just lay there with her legs still spread wide as the man explained what she had to do to prevent the wound from getting infected then she finally swung her legs over the side of the table, sat up and jumped down. “Now be very gentle down there for at least a week, until there is no pain. Okay?” The man said to the young man knowing that he’d want to get his hands on her pussy as quick as he could. As the girl was putting just a dress on I was taking my dress off and climbing onto the table, automatically spreading my legs as I did so, even though it wasn’t necessary. Everyone seemed to be looking at the naked me and I felt my nipples and my pussy tingle. “Right young lady, just your nipples isn’t it? Back in a minute, I’ll just settle up with this couple.” The other couple and the man went to the front of the shop leaving just John and me. “Did you notice that the other girl and her boyfriend weren’t bothered that we were seeing her naked Jade?” John quietly asked. “Yes I did, you are definitely right when you say that it’s okay for girls to be seen naked by men, she wasn’t at all bothered was she?” “No she wasn’t.” “I don’t understand why most girls get all shy about it, I love being seen naked by men, it makes my pussy tingle and that’s a nice thing.” John gave my un-pierced nipples one last tweak causing them to go even harder, then stepped back just as the man returned. “Right, just nipples it is young lady, they are perfect for piercing, nice and proud. Have you decided what metal you want the sleepers to be?” “Titanium.” John replied. “A good choice sir, expensive but one of the best for the job. Right, give me a second to get ready.” I looked up at John and mouthed the words, “I love you.” John squeezed my hand and I felt a trickle of my juices escape from my vagina. I felt another trickle as the man prepared my nipples. Another man’s hands on my tits felt good even though they were about to inflict some pain on me. Surprisingly, there was only the feeling of a pin prick as I watched the needle got through my first nipple but I felt a little weird as the sleeper was pushed through the hole. It was the same with my other nipple and before I knew it the job was finished and the man was telling us how to stop the wounds from getting infected. When he had finished talking I saw him look down at my pussy that was still spread open. “You have a perfect clitoral hood for piercing young lady, are you sure that you don’t want it doing, you saw how easy it was and how little pain there was?” It was John that replied for me, “We’re going for some cosmetic surgery next week, a hoodectomy amongst other things, when it’s all healed up she’ll decide on a hood ring then.” “Fair enough, I hope that it all goes well next week then. Now, can I show you the barbells and rings that I have?” “Yes please.” John replied, then he looked at me and said, “Come on Jade, you have to decide what you want.” I swung my legs round, got off the table and followed John and the man to the front of the shop. It was only when the man was getting another tray of rings out that I realised that I was naked in the front of the shop and people were walking passed outside. I felt my pussy get a little wetter as I turned to look to see if anyone was looking in. They weren’t. John bought me some lovely barbells, D rings, rings and things that I will be able to hang from my nipples when they heal. It was only when John was paying the man that John suggested that I go and get my dress and put it on. As I did so I was pleased that I had chosen a loose fitting dress. I got a twinge of pain when the material caught on one of the sleepers. “Just shout at me to stop if I grab your tits when I fuck you during the next few days Jade.” John said as we walked back to the car. “Don’t worry John, you’ll know about it if you hurt me.” I interlocked my fingers with John’s as I rode him that night before going to sleep. *****

Shy Wife on the Beach by fatfree My wife has been looking forward to this vacation for months. For our 10th wedding anniversary, we are dropping the kids off with the grandparents and spending a week on the beach, just the two of us. We had done a lot of research and had settled on a secluded resort in Bermuda. This one promised individual cottages and a perfect, private beach. Jessica was giddy thinking about the vacation, and allowed me to have a bit of input in her wardrobe. I bought her things for months leading up to the vacation with the hope that she would be a bit less modest when it was just the two of us. At home, she is vigilant about wearing gel inserts in her bra as she is embarrassed about her barely there breasts. She has nothing to worry about, her body is tight, she looks awesome at 5'2 103 pounds. I bought her tight bikinis, form hugging linen dresses and short shorts. I think my wife is hot, and I wanted to see as much as often as I could on our vacation. We would know nobody there after all. The last step, after she packed, was sure to get me in trouble. I slipped her gel inserts and even her bras out of her luggage before I loaded the luggage into the car. She was gonna be mad, but I couldn't help it. When we got there, she cut me some slack about the bras. The place was incredible, our cabin was big and hardly anybody was on the beach. The place doesn't allow kids and seemed to have a population of honeymooners and older folks. All seemed to keep to themselves. Jessica, who would normally be mortified for people to see her in a tight shirt without her inserts, did loosen up as it was clear that we knew nobody here. She wore her linen dresses to dinner each day, most of them white, and I could eat, looking at the shape of her nipples pushing against the fabric as we ate out in the breeze. The swimming was similar the suit she favored was a bikini with a tube top like top. Tight and, when she got wet her nipples and areola would be outlined against the cloth. We spent days just keeping to ourselves, eating, drinking, swimming and having sex. Awesome vacation. On day four of our trip, we were getting ready to walk out to the beach, just outside of our cabin, when I brought up the idea of going topless. Lots of the British girls at the resort were going about this way, and we'd had a few drinks already. I was shocked when she went along with it. In fact, she put on her bikini bottoms, left the top in the cabin and marched out to our waiting beach chairs. Her tiny A cups were shockingly white against her tan skin, so I grabbed the sunscreen and followed her out. Very few people were on the beach, and none paid us much attention, most of them being european. She sat on our beach lounger, facing the water and the other resort goers while I rubbed sun screen first over her back. She then settled onto her back, her little boobs all but disappearing while I rubbed the sunscreen onto her tiny white tits. I was so intent on rubbing the lotion in and watching the movement of her little quarter sized nipples, that I had failed to notice the approach of the man who spoke up from the foot of my wife's lounger. "I was wondering if we would run into you two here!" He bellowed, obviously excited. I had been rubbing lotion onto my wife's tits for about 2 minutes, no telling how long this guy had been taking in the show. I looked up at was shocked. Not as shocked as my wife though. My modest little topless wife looked over her bared, tiny white tits into the face of "Mr. Malone" the principle at the school where she taught, her boss. The two did not get along very well, having butted heads at work many times. He know stood over us, drinking in the sight of my topless wife in only tiny bikini bottoms. From his position below her bare feet, I knew that he couldn't help but notice her camel toe as well. She sat bolt upright, reaching to cover her tiny boobs, up until now her secret inadequacy. She stammered a question about what he was doing here. He answered, his eyes at her chest that she had talked the place up so much at work that he and his wife decided to try it. Seems he just happened to come at the same time we did. At this point, his wife arrived at the foot of the lounge and, incredibly, offered her hand to my wife as she said hi. Jessica took and shook the hand, her uncovered little boob shaking as she did so. They showed no sign of leaving, just talking about their vacation, and we had not brought a towel from the cabin. My wife tried to keep her composure as she cupped her little boobs and answered in short sentences. "Mr Malone" had more lounges brought and actually sat facing us. At this point, Jessica knew she had to go. She stood, excused her self and walked to the cabin with her boss watching her ass sway in the tiny bikini bottoms as she walked away. I stayed for awhile as I was a little worried about how freaked out she would be. Soon, the principal's wife went for drinks leaving just us men. He leaned over conspiratorially and said, "I'd always wanted to see a little more of your wife (He'd clearly been drinking), watching you rub those little boob was the best part of this vacation. The guys back at work will be so envious!" I then remembered that there were several male teachers in my wife's school. "Mostly pigs" she had said. Mr. Malone said, they will be shocked to here about this, and those tiny tits. She always looks like she is so much more stacked!" I was unsure what to say at this point. I was weirdly turned on by somebody we know seeing her like this, but I had to defend my wife. Just then she called from the cabin, and I got up and left. Jessica was still just wearing the bikini bottom when I got tot the cabin, but her nipples stood at attention. She pulled me to the bed. I reached down, she was soaked. Apparently, she was not as embarrassed or pissed off as I thought... Shy Wife on the Beach Ch. 02 After Jessica's unexpected exposure of her tiny boobs to her boss, Mr. Malone, the previous day, she was having a bit of trouble looking forward to the remaining three days of our vacation. Mr. Malone seeing her tiny exposed boobs had been bad enough, but his comment about describing the sight to her coworkers was making her nervous and upset. As far as the vacation went, I convinced her that Mr. Malone had already seen his fill of her tiny white tits, and that wearing her little gauzy dresses and her tight bikinis couldn't do any harm now. Besides, we might not even run into him and his wife. We went to lunch: no Malones. We headed to the beach: still no Malones. Jessica was feeling a bit better. She kept her top securely on though, to my disappointment. After we had been laying out for about 30 minutes, I noticed my wife watching somebody come up the beach in our direction. It was Mrs. Malone, alone. She was actually a pretty attractive woman, older than us, I guessed around 40. She was in a bikini as well and clearly had plenty up top. Mrs. Malone asked, "Is it okay if I join you?" Jessica hesitated for a moment. "Sure. Okay." Mrs. Malone dropped into a beach lounge next to Jessica. "I want to apologize for my husband's behavior yesterday. He can really be obnoxious sometimes." Jessica sat in stunned silence as Mrs. Malone spoke. "I am very sorry if he made you feel uncomfortable." I angrily replied, "Your husband did make Jessica feel very uncomfortable. He kept staring at her chest. She was very embarrassed! This was her first time sunbathing in public topless. Now she absolutely refuses to take her top off again." "Yes, my husband can be an insensitive clod sometimes. But, you know, Jessica, you really do have a lovely body and your tits are beautiful. You really shouldn't blame my husband or any other man for wanting to look at them!" For the first time, Jessica smiled. Mrs. Malone continued, "Robert just couldn't stop talking about your tits back in our room. In fact, I think you got him really teased." Jessica replied, "What about those remarks he made about telling the guys at work that he saw me topless? I work with those guys. I don't want them to know about my tiny tits!" "Yes, He is dying to tell the story to the boys back at the teacher's lounge, but don't you worry, he won't say a thing." "What do you mean?" The older lady calmly slipped her bikini top off as she talked with Jessica. I was shocked at the sudden appearance of her C cups, her thick nipples and her 3 inch wide, dark aureoles. Since Jessica taught under Mr. Malone, her principal, I had seen the principal's wife many times at school functions. I never expected to see so much of her. Soon, I began to listen to what she was saying. "Robert is very poorly endowed, small if you get what I'm saying. If he speaks a word of seeing your boobs here, I'll make sure his friends know about his little problem." My wife's mouth was agape at this revelation. Mrs. Malone continued, "You can relax here, nobody will hear about anything." Mrs. Malone then laid back, her boobs flattening, and closed her eyes to the sun. I looked at Jessica and she looked at me with a little smile at her new secret knowledge about her big boss. He was nowhere in sight, and with her new knowledge that her fellow teachers would not hear of her exposure, she relaxed and slipped off her top and lay down. Her tiny boobs looked like the A cups they are next to her boss's wife. Eventually, we drifted off to sleep on the beach. Suddenly, I awoke to quiet clicks. I looked up to see Mr. Malone snapping digital pics of my topless, sleeping wife. Before I could think, I shouted "Hey" and grabbed for the camera. The girls each sat bolt upright as my grab missed at Mr. Malone as he jumped back. My fist closed on his swim trunks instead, and he stumbled back, falling flat on his back. I held my grip, and in a flash, his trunks were at his ankles. He lay there stunned as we looked down at him, his little penis standing straight up. Much to my wife's amazement, this large guy, her boss, was shaved clean, and was sporting a 4 inch erection. (Standing at attention I guess because of his recent photography). Mrs. Malone quickly picked up his camera, shot a few pics of him on his back, exposed and underdeveloped. She expertly popped the flash disk out and handed it to my wife. Mrs. Malone said, "This should keep him quiet for you!" Jessica added, "I don't like it when you take my picture without asking. And you had better not tell anyone about this at work or else I'll show them the pictures of your puny little penis!" Mr. Malone, humiliated and embarrassed, soon came to his senses and scrambled up, pulling his swim suit over his tiny penis. I was speechless, but Mr. Malone found his voice. "Okay. You win. Just don't show those pictures to the guys at work. I won't say anything when we get back." Jessica was sitting on the lounge, her hands over her perfect little breasts. She looked him in the eye, and slowly lowered both hands, giving him his first good look at her breasts. Jessica agreed, "Okay." Poor Mr. Malone, flustered by what had just happened, said, "I like your tits." Jessica just smiled. Shy Wife's Camping Exposure A couple of years ago, my very shy wife, Jessica, had some unintentional exposure (see prior stories) but we have since moved for my work, and she has put it behind her. She still exercises a lot, dances the nut cracker each Christmas at the local theater and, in my opinion, has a tight hot body. She, on the other hand, is very shy of her body. Her tiny A cups are her biggest secret. She wears gel cup bras 100% of the time. Even her swim suits have inserts. We are each just under thirty, and our new home town gives us a lot of opportunity for hiking and camping that we had not had before. We have even learned to kayak. Good times. We got in good with a club of like minded outdoor types and would go out on a canoe trip, camping trip or something similar about once a month. Each individual trip was usually a small affair, with 10 or less people on each trip, so we got to know everyone really well. Jessica is one of the few wives or even women to go on these trips, so she is well appreciated by the (usually younger) guys. Several months and several trips later, we were comfortable and ready to go on our hiking/camping trip last weekend. We were to canoe in for a day and camp for two. During the canoe trip in, we had our firs problem. Jessica was wearing a bikini, getting some sun and we had packed our clothes in a water proof barrel. We lost control about halfway to our campsite, and the canoe went over. We weren't hurt, but our extra clothes floated away while I was recovering my wife and righting the canoe. We made our way to the camp site in one piece, but Jessica had nothing to wear but a bikini. We helped set up camp for a few hours with Jessica's tight bod drawing plenty of attention from the guys. She was getting a little nervous about being so underdressed and was getting a bit cold in her wet bikini. We finally got my coworker and friend, Mark to lend us a shirt for her to cover up with. Mark is a pretty good sized guy, so the shirt was big enough for her to wear as a sleep shirt while her bikini was drying. She hustled away to peel off her wet swim suit and slip of the big, button up shirt. The campers and I set up the fire and began cooking dinner. When Jessica returned, she looked like a little girl in her daddy's shirt. she hung her bikini up near the fire, and all eyes were on my diminutive near naked wife. For the first time, she was without her gel top and her flat chest was obvious to us. I'm sure she thought the shirt was baggie enough to conceal this from the crowd. She sat cross-legged at the fire, making sure that her crotch was covered while we cooked and ate. The guys were paying her tons of attention, and I was clueless why until I sat down beside her. In the firelight, I saw that the shirt gaped between buttons, and the guys could see well lit nipple on the left. Her little white tit was visible to all the guys to the right of her. Of course, I couldn't tell her because she would be mortified. Most of our guy friends found some reason to sit on the right of her for a least part of the night. At least she was good at keeping the shirt over her unshaven crotch. Finally, we went to sleep, leaving the bikini up to dry. I zipped the tent up and we had an uneventful night. Luckily, she was clueless about the show she put on. About 6:30 in the morning, I left the tent to take a piss. I left the flap open without looking back. When I came back, our friends Mark and Tim were openly staring into my tent. When they saw me, they rushed off. I came to the tent to find Jessica in her favorite sleeping position. She was on her side, in the fetal position, with her knees drawn to her chest. Of course, the shirt was riding high at her waist. Her perfect white rear end, her pussy, her anus were visible in the sunlight. My breath was taken away by the extent of her unknown exposure. My eyes started as her ass crack, travelled past the few dark, sparse hairs above her anus. I looked at her lightly pigmented little butt hole then the inner lips of her vagina. She must never know. I went in, closed the tent and pretended to sleep. A day went by, and she didn't seem to notice they guys acting any differently toward her. I assumed the worst was over and started to relax. My wife is such a modest one that knowing what she had shown would undo her. On the last morning, she gave mark back the shirt, thanked him and was running about in her gel top bikini. I took Mark and Tim with me into the woods to discuss the need for them to keep what they saw to themselves. On the way back, we happened upon the most shocking thing of this ill fated trip. We quietly come upon a clearing and mark came up short. Standing, clueless to our presence just five feet ahead of us was Jessica. She quickly dropped her bikini bottom and dropped to a squat. This was a problem for many reasons. I had just explained to the guys that we must never let on that she had been exposed, and worse, Tim is one on my wife's coworkers. We just froze and stared. I assumed a quick piss, she would move on and it would be over. No such luck. My pretty little ballerina wife let out a little grunt and leaned a bit forward, away from us. In her squat position, her anus was splayed open and worse yet, she was obviously taking a dump. I saw the log start to peek out on its way to its new home on the forest floor and I couldn't just let these guys watch. I tried to pull them away, of course, making noise. She swung her head around to see us right behind her. Damn. It was a long long trip home. Shy Wife's Revenge I've written before about my beautiful wife's embarrassment over her tiny breasts. She is a tight beautiful woman and my desire to show her off recently went a bit far. (See shy wife exposed to our friends) At the time, I untied my wife's bikini top while she was sleeping and she accidentally exposed her greatest embarrassment, her tiny tits to 8 of our closest friends. At the time, nobody told her how she lost her top, and over time, I believed that she thought it a simple accident. She never confronted me, so I believed that I had gotten away with it. She remains a bit mortified and I do feel a bit guilty about it. The above event is well behind us, and we have been going about our lives as usual. That is, until my accident. I've always been athletic, I'm average hight, but I'm muscled and well built. I played a few sports in college, but wasn't on scholarship. My buds concede that I'm a man's man. I do have one little inadequacy of my own though. Down below, I'm a bit of a grower. That is, when erect, my dick is just a shade less than 6 inches, not that bad, but flaccid, I'm tiny. If I get nervous, work out or get cold, I drop below two inches. Looks ridiculous on a muscled guy such as myself. Jessica, my wife, has had no other men, but she is not clueless. She knows that I'm embarrassed about it, but rarely brings it up. I pray she doesn't discuss it with her friends. Anyway, I was out rock climbing with the guys and slipped, The fall wasn't so far, but I landed flat on my back, bounced and rolled, receiving a compression fracture in my lower back and lots of bruises. I had some gravel rash on my thighs as well, but would live. The trip to the ER was embarrassing, of course. I was stripped and examined under lots of lights, with the little guy a shriveled as possible, but I didn't know any of the ER staff and Jessica hadn't gotten to the er as of yet during the really embarrassing bit. Eventually, I got to a room in the hospital with a few pain relievers. The doctor filled my wife in on my condition and told her I'd be in the hospital for a few days. She stayed with me every minute, always the good wife. I was basically bedridden for several days. That first night, I was dirty and busted up and an older nurse came in to sponge me off in the presence of Jessica. I always tried to let her see me only near sex, when my penis was near to normal size, but I was hurt and scared and I was sporting about an inch and a half when the nurse stripped me for the bath. She was noticeably surprised at my lack of size, but said nothing. Jessica sat at my bedside having a good look at my embarrassment. She said all the right things though and I was glad to have her with me. The next morning our mothers carpooled up for a visit. Jessica's mom is slim and relatively young in her late 40's. Mine in her fifties. I was awkward lying there wearing nothing but a short hospital gown, but I was getting a lot of sympathy from the women, so I was doing ok. That is until Jessica abruptly said, "You won't believe this road rash on his thighs!" and flipped the hem of my short gown up to my mid belly. All eyes shot to my unexpectedly tiny dick. I sputtered some resistance, but I'd had some morphine, and Jessica had her hand on my belly, pinning the gown. She just discussed the wounds while all three women took in the unimpressive view. I knew that my wife's mother would never look at me the same way. Worse, she is a big talker. News of my tiny penis would make a good story for her entire side of the family. Mercifully, Jessica let go and I replaced my gown. The women visited for another 20 minutes or so, while I pretended to be cool with what they had seen. I hadn't felt a knot in my stomach like that since high school. Day two in the hospital, several of our friends were planning to visit. Jessica suggested that I take a shower to be presentable. There was basically no way I could stand on my own, but a nurse and my wife helped me up and stripped off my gown. The nurse said she would have somebody strip my bed, change sheets and get me a new gown while I was in the shower that attached to my room. Walking hurt like a bitch. I barely made it to the shower. Jessica started the water and got me under the shower head. She set the water a bit cold for my taste, and as usual, the dick did its surprising disappearing act. I normally would never let Jessica see me this way, but pain helped me put it out of my mind. The shower went on for about ten minutes, then Jessica stepped out of the bathroom for a minute, leaving me leaning on the shower wall. She came back without the expected towels, but said, "Lets head out to your room to grab your towels and new gown." I was in no position to argue. My back pain was impressive and I kept my hands on my lower back as she threw open the bathroom door and led my into my hospital room. I was immediately shocked. Sitting in my room were my three closest buds and their wives, the same guys that had got such a good look at my wife's little boobs on the lake just last year. They and their wives had been friends of ours since college. I'd been flirting with the girls for years, harmlessly, and they went along with the sexy muscled ex jock. Now they all stared in shock at my shriveled little penis. I looked around for cover. My bed had been stripped of sheets, no gown was in sight, but a towel sat my the sink. On the other side of the room. My tiny wife pushed from behind, and I, in my current state could not resist. The back would not let me. I walked, wet, naked, ashamed on my tiny dick, across the room. There were giggles, and one of my buds said simply "Man!". Eventually, I shuffled all the way to the towel and wrapped it around my waist. I looked back at Jessica to see triumph on her face. She had been humiliated when this same bunch had seen her tiny tits, and one of her friends must have told her what I had done. She had her revenge. I would never again be known as the good looking muscled jock. I would be the guy with a tiny dick. It was only a matter of time until they guys at work and the rest of our friends heard this story. I could hardly argue well that it "gets much bigger when in action." Though it did. Wouldn't convince many and I would require admitting that I looked like I was hung like a kid. Our friends rushed out of the room while I got dressed in my gown, and I didn't say anything to Jessica. We both knew the score. The 45 minutes that our friends visited with us after they came back in was the longest of my life. None of them mentioned my exposure, but their minds were clearly on it. I might have to move. Some secrets are better kept under wraps. I have to admit, I didn't think Jessica had this kind of retribution in her. Guess I was wrong. Sleeping Shy Wife A little history about my wife and myself: we started dating in high school and have been together ever since. We are now in our late 20's and are financially secure. My wife doesn't work, she is a "charity wife". She is on a lot of charity boards, and is always dragging me to some Junior Auxiliary event or some other event. She is always dressed to the 9's and is smokin' hot. She works out a lot and is small and firm, absolutely beautiful. Her secret is that she has tiny breasts, an A cup if that. She never leaves the house without a gel insert in her bra. Even her swimsuits are padded. She is mortified about this inadequacy, and I'm sure that with her careful dressing, her "little" secret is one of the best kept in town. I've long had a fantasy of getting her comfortable with herself. My plan was to get her to expose her breasts, perhaps on the beach during vacation, and she would see that plenty of guys love the firm, tight body that she has. Needless to say, this has been a nonstarter. She would never even let me finish the suggestion. Then came our yearly vacation. We always go on a trip with our best friends, 3 couples we have known since high school. The guys have lusted over my wife for years, but she treats them to nothing more that modest swimsuits (gel inserts firmly in place). My friends, Steve, Jack, and David had no more success with their wives. No topless hot tub romps for us. We spent the days at the beach or playing golf. The girls did a lot of shopping. At night though, we would eat a big meal and drink a lot. Good times. On our third night, my wife, Jessica, drank way to much Saki at asian restaurant we all went to that night. Usually, we guys would hang out after dinner around the pool and have drinks, as we all had rooms that opened up on to the Caribbean air and the resort pool. Tonight though, the wife was drunk and horny and I excused myself from the guys for rare, uninhibited sex with my toasted wife. In her drunken state, she let me strip her nude for our lovemaking, a rare thing as she likes to keep a shirt on to cover her embarrassment and her tiny boobs. Needless to say, I had a great 30 minutes, and headed to the bathroom to clean up. When I came back, Jessica had passed out with the sheet only up to her waist. Her tiny boobs looked almost boyish while she lay flat on her back. her little quarter sized areola were on full display in our well lit room. I wanted to take some pics to show the guys, but the camera was my wife's and I would certainly get busted when she downloaded the pictures. I watched her breath for a while, and it occurred to me that the guys were drinking right outside at the pool. Needless to say, I was drunk and foolish, but I decided to invite them in for a look at my wife's most guarded secret. Of course, when I described the scene to the guys who have lusted for my beautiful wife since high school, all three agreed to sneak into my room for a look. I slid open the door leading directly from the pool to our room and there she lay. Her tiny, stark white titties exposed to three of our closest, long time friends. They seemed to be is shock, but David whispered to me "Her boobs are tiny, I always thought she had so much more!" At the sound of his voice, she made a small noise and rolled partially over carrying the covering sheet off her lower body with her knee. She drew one knee to her chest as well. As I mentioned, Jessica has almost no fat on her trim little body. Her new position spread her newly exposed ass cheeks enough that the hair that ringed her little anus could be seen protruding from her shockingly exposed ass crack. Now this was way more than I bargained for. I wanted to show off the boobs, but now she was mostly on her belly with one side boob and nipple exposed, but her position exposed her vagina with the inner lips just visible in the shadow cast by her thigh, and her anus could be seen by all my best friends. They had been scared silent by her movement, but they moved to the foot of the bed for the full on view of my wife's pussy and ass hole. She just lay there peacefully while her modesty was violated in ways she could never conceive of. She had shaved for the vacation, making her exposure all the more complete. I tried to usher them out, but it took a few minutes, and my the time I got the guys out, there was no detail of my spread wife that our friends had not memorized. When I got them out by the pool, I swore the guys to silence, an easy task as their wives would kill them if they knew. We had four more days of vacation and my wife continued to wear her one piece swimsuits with gel inserts in the top, fooling no one. My friends gazes kept moving to her ass and tits, but I don't think she has noticed. I keep feeling unexpected pangs of jealousy that I didn't expect. I guess she had been mine alone for so long. We spend at least one day a week with our buds so I guess I'll have to get used to the feeling. Have to admit though, I still think about her being unknowingly open and exposed to our friends. Nothing makes me hotter. Took it a Bit Far So in the summers we enjoy going to the occasional pool party at a friends house. The innovative thing is that these are open bar, no kid allowed parties. My wife and I and usually 3 or 4 other couples swim, hit the hot tub and drink beer and margaritas. We have all known each other since college and there is no funny business at these parties. We are all professionals, lawyers etc, so nobody is wild enough for any nudity or anything of the sort at these little parties. Or so I though. Last Saturday afternoon, about 2 pm, we had been drinking and partying for a couple of hours. My wife, Jessica, had apparently had one too many. I had just come out of the cool pool and was standing in front of the outdoor chairs and table, where everybody had gathered for burgers that were coming off the grill. I was talking to a cute red head, Amy, who had married friend of mine and had been one of Jessica's good college friends. I had hit on her once when we were young, so Jessica preferred that I leave Amy alone. Anyway, I was talking and enjoying the look of Amy's B cups in her one piece top when Jessica suddenly and drunkenly pantsed me! I'm not sure if she was just drunk or if she thought I would have boxers or something, but all eyes, including Amy's fixed on my dick, my swim suit at my knees. Having just come out of the water, I was not making a good impression on our long term friends. and I reached down to pull up my swim suit as fast as possible, while I heard a giggle about my water logged, shrinkage. Usually, I'm a pretty normal guy, but out of the water, I'm 2 inches at best. The drawstring had been tied, and it took me seconds to get my dignity back. Well, that might be too far. Lets just say I got my swim suit back up. I turned to see my wife, Jessica, laughing drunkenly at my embarrassment, and I just lost it a bit. I shot forward and grabbed Jessica, spinning her to face the abruptly quiet crowd of 4 couples. Jessica is very fit and lean, but she weighs a bit under 100 pounds. I am a lot bigger. I pinned her wrists behind her with one hand and pawed at her bikini bottoms with the other hand. At this point, she was still laughing a bit and kicking back at me playfully. I don't think she thought that I, a pretty jealous husband, would embarrass her at all in front of our friends. What she didn't know is that having all our friends think I was sporting a 2 incher was humiliating and for the time being, was clouding my thinking. I got hold of one side of her bikini and pulled down a bit. When the top of her landing strip came into view, she stopped laughing. Our friends stared at the exposed little tuft of brown pubic hair like they were hypnotized. We are a pretty straight laced bunch. Exposed pubic hair just didn't happen, I know my buddies were all eyes. Jessica still hadn't gotten her mind around my strange behaviour when I grabbed the other side and found the string that held the bottoms on. With a pull, the bikini bottoms came away and fell to the ground. She stood is shocked silence for a beat, her brown curls up top and tight, small vagina exposed in the harsh sunlight to the eyes of our friends. Jessica began to apologize to me and ask me to let her go, and I was just about to do it when she got a hand free and spun around, slapping at me. Now, of course, our friends were watching her bare ass as she struggled with her newly pissed off and humiliated husband. I wrapped one arm around her torso pinning her arms and with the other arm scooped her into the air. My arm rested at the bend of her knees pulling her knees to her chest and the view for our friends was exponentially more lewd. With her knees at her chest, her pigmented anus and her inner pussy lips were exposed and I held her for a moment while the giggles from our friends returned. Jessica had only her bikini top for modesty, and I didn't have a free hand to remove that or at the time, I would have. In about 45 seconds, I came to my senses, but not before my wife's exposure had been more humiliating and complete than mine. I gently sat her down and she quietly picked up her bikini bottoms and slipped them on under the watchful and leering gazes of our friends. Needless to say, we went home. We had dinner without mentioning anything about the day. After dinner, she was on me kissing and reaching for my now, rigid dick. Apparently, a little overexposure pushes a few buttons on that little wife of mine. Might have to find a way to do it again... Shy Wife Exposed to Our Friends My wife Jessica and I began dating when she was 14. Now, many years later we are married, but she is inexperienced and overly modest. She is petite and beautiful, but her small A cups are a source of embarrassment for her. She never leaves home without some kind of padded bra. Even her swim suit has a "gel" padded top. She is so mortified about the idea of men seeing her secret embarrassment that even her doctor is a female. If you read any of my previous stories, you know that she has had a slip up before where one of my friends got a look, but she was unaware of her exposure. I found out, unexpectedly, that I was turned on by the exposure and I've been looking for a repeat performance. She has been careful though. Last summer though, we hit the lake with group of our friends from college, four other couples that we have known for over ten years. The guys are some of my oldest friends, we all get together a few times a year with the wives. Many of them have lusted after Jessica for years. My wife is a dancer, and her awesome ass and tight body have made me the envy of the guys for years. Of course, they think the wife has at least B cups. The lake trip started off great. We loaded onto a pontoon boat and started drinking and soaking up the sun. Jessica was wearing a Victoria Secret bikini with the gel top. She was looking, tan, tight and hot as hell. A few hours into the drinking, Jessica decided to lie down for a tan. She moved to the front of the boat and lay down face down, falling quickly to sleep. I'd been drinking all day as well and listening to complements from the guys about my smokin' wife. Not thinking to clearly, and remembering how hot her accidental down blouse peek had been with my other buddy the previous year (see prior story), I walked over and untied her bikini top "So she wouldn't get tan lines". She was on her belly sleeping and the bikini top was under her. Nothing could be seen, but all eyes were on her after my rash move. The waves were rocking the boat, and the least bit of side boob was visible, but tantalizing as it was, nothing much could be seen. Then, without warning, she rolled over in her sleep. It was so quick that I couldn't react or move. She rolled right on her back, pinning her bikini top behind her back. Her tiny boobs, having never had sun exposure were shocking white and on her back, she looked like she had almost no tits at all. Her little areola are about 3/4 of an inch in diameter, but the nipples are pretty long. All eyes were on the shocking exposure, made all the more surprising by the fact that she had always appeared to have so much more up top. I was frozen in place, but her old room mate, the wife of one of my buddies, rushed forward yelling at her to cover up. She sat bolt upright, confused, topless and facing our closest 8 friends. Her tits assumed their normal shape, beautiful and perky. Her nipples pointed straight ahead, her boobs small enough though that it was obvious that she had less than a handful each. They guys stared in shocked silence at the boobs they had all imagined and hoped to see for years. It took several seconds before my wife realized that she was unexpectedly topless. She had no idea where her top was (behind her) and jumped to her feet. For some reason she started to run around the boat, her tiny boobs bouncing in full view. Her old room mate retrieved her top and handed it to her. She quickly turned away, and replaced her gel bikini top. When she turned to face us again, She looked to have B cups again. Now this was an obvious fake. Her most guarded secret had been exposed to many of our best friends. She was red and almost speechless. Thank god she didn't know I was responsible. She seemed to think that the top had accidentally "fallen off". Nobody told her otherwise. She clearly wanted to run away, but we were in the middle of the lake. The guys tried to make her feel better by complimented her little boobs, but each time they brought up her exposure, the more embarrassed she became. I was turned on but felt guilty about it. We finally made it to shore and my newly outed tiny breasted wife made her escape. All my buds could not believe their luck. I saved the emails they sent me with compliments about her tight body and little breasts. I've always loved her firm little breasts and I hope she gives up the charade and embraces it. Thanks to me, her secret is out and that genie can't be put back. My friends will always remember my wife's exposed little boobs. It is only a matter of time until her friends explain to her how it happened. Don't know how I'll make it up to her. She'll get me back somehow. Kinda makes me nervous, but it was worth it. My Shy Wife Makes My Buddies Day My wife Jessica and I began dating in high school. She is beautiful, but despite me telling her time and time again, she isn't sure of that. She dresses great, weighs about 105 pounds and is five feet four inches tall. Small a cups that she wishes were bigger and a nice, round butt. She is thin and athletic and all my friends have always at least thought of her in impure ways. :) She and I never broke up, and she has no experience with other guys. My friends never even got the satisfaction of a description of her bedroom habits, much less a peek at her sans clothes. In college, I had a lot of guy friends and lived in a house with 5 other guys. Our girlfriends slept over all the time, but we had our own rooms and it was pretty private. One of my room mates, Eric, was particularly taken with Jessica (my now wife), but she never so much as accidentally showed any flesh to the guy. She did walk from the bathroom to our room in a towel now and then, which made the other guys wild. I was the same way with some of their girlfriends. These chicks were young and looked good. Jessica in particular though is tight, prim and hot as hell. A couple of years after college, Jessica and I got married, you know, the usual. A few years after that, she was pregnant. She stayed thin, but now she had the look of having swallowed a basketball. Her A cups grew to B's and her nipples darkened a bit. Still looked damn good. Shaving down below fell to the way side and she got hairier down below than I thought she could. Kind of a turn on strangely enough. Over this time, I had lost contact with Eric, hadn't seen him in a few years. Eventually, the day came. Of course her contractions came in off hours, and her regular gynecologist (a woman) wasn't on call. Well, beggars can't be choosers and an older guy took her gynecologist's place. No big thing, we were busy with the spinal anesthesia and getting ready to get that baby out. It was quite the scene. She had been given a gown, open to the front, and was it the splay legged position with bare feet in stirrups. She had monitors on her belly and the gown had basically fallen off. She was with me and a room full of strangers (only one other man) She was only a bit embarrassed, but I think the event kept her mind off the show she was putting on. Then, in walked my old friend Eric. He was smiling ear to ear, wearing the short white coat of a medical student, and his eyes were fixed on the open hairy pussy of my wife as he walked to take his place next to the Gyn doc. He had clearly looked at the chart, knew we were in this room, and decided he wanted to volunteer to "help". He waved at me and I just stared. The Gynecologist just started to talk him through the delivery. My wife had a obstructed view and, for the moment, had no idea that Eric was looking at her in a whole new way. I walked over to the business end and looked at her. Her pussy was wet, swollen and slightly open. Her anus had darkened a bit with pregnancy and was on full display in her position. My buddy was about a foot and a half away from that hairy little ring and he was having a good look. Her tits, bigger than usual, were firm and pointing up in full view as well. About now, the gynecologist called Eric by name and my wife saw him. He had been in for about 3 or 4 minutes before she yelled for him to leave the room. They older doc seemed surprised, but sent him out and the rest went smoothly. The next day, Eric came in to apologize, claiming that he didn't realize that she was in the room when he went in. Definite B.S. Worse yet, he brought his wife, who as it turned out, belonged to Junior Auxiliary with my wife. Looked like we would be seeing them at events here and there. Of course, all my friends got the down and dirty description that Eric could provide. My friends got their long hoped for description of the tits they had wanted to see, and of course, everything else from clit size to how much hair she has on her anus. They guys still email me goading me about this, since I had held out so long on any details. Jessica remains mortified and wanted me to tell her how much he saw. I thought about lying, but I didn't think that would work. I told her that he had seen everything while she was sweating, hairy and naked. Luckily she hadn't been able to feel anything below her waist during delivery due to the spinal, so I didn't tell her that he had checked her cervix once before he had been sent out. The guy is supposed to be at her Junior Auxiliary ball next week. Hospital Exposure My wife Jessica and I have been married for 12 years. She is a beautiful girl, an athlete, about 5'3" and 105 pounds with long brown hair, blue eyes and a tight, tight body. Despite my description, she is super shy. She thinks her breasts are way too small (A cups) and her "booty" is too large. I disagree, but she is a one piece swimsuit kind of girl and she never goes out without her wonder bra. She works hard a the illusion of a B cup. One night we were sitting around after dinner, having a bit of wine when she started to feel ill. First, she had pain in her abdomen, then nausea, vomiting. I bundled her up to go to the ER. When we got there, she was told to change into a short (open to the back) hospital gown. The nurse told her to "take everything off". Jessica and I were left in ward with 8 beds with a privacy curtain between us and the world. The room had young, old, men and women in it. I pulled the curtain as best I could, but there was an inevitable opening. She was too sick to care, stripping nude quickly and struggling with her gown as the inhabitants of the two beds across from us got the whole show. I looked over at them, actually recognizing one. The first was a flushed faced boy of about 19. The second was my wife's boss. I knew the man well, a youngish boss of around 50. They worked at a small company and there were several yearly parties where we would chat with him and his wife. I looked from him to my wife as he stared at her and saw that Jessica was having trouble. She was facing the gap in the curtain with the gown lowered as she tried to get her arms through. Her tiny boobs were standing on display with her small pink nipples pointing directly at her audience. I hoped that she just wouldn't notice and he would never mention it. She would be forever mortified. She got the gown on and dropped to the bed without noticing the show she had put on. Soon, people came in for blood and then she had to shuffle bare assed to the bathroom to provide a urine sample. Here, she did notice the boss. He seemed to be getting a chest xray at the time, and she shuffled past quickly trying to hold her gown closed. Then, in came the doctor. A man of about 40. He talked for a while about the possible diagnoses and proceeded with a quick "pelvic". He asked me to step out, which I did. At this point, her brother, who I had called when we went to the hospital, and my parents (who are like parents to her as well, all arrived) They moved to stand next to me where I was making small talk with my wife's boss. I noticed the man looking over my shoulder, actually I'd noticed Jessica's brother doing the same and looked over as well. There she was with her knees up fully on display between the gap in the curtain. The gown tented at her knees so she could not see us, but the doctor had directed a large floor lamp to illuminate her crotch and at this moment, he had moved aside with some slide for his microscope. Before my astounded eyes, lay my wife's brightly lit, spread pussy. We were no more than 8 feet away, and she had shaved for me just a few days before. Her inner lips were just slightly parted, her outer lips just a bit puffy. The light even exposed her tiny anus, just a little bit pigmented with a light ring of hair. I stopped speaking when I saw this and the group of us just fell silent. After about 30 seconds, the doctor moved back into view, and I thought to step between the gap in the curtain and the gawking boss and family. Soon we were allowed back in to visit and we managed to do so without letting on to her that she had been so completely exposed. The Doctor came back with the diagnosis of appendicitis and she was wheeled to surgery. We were directed to her new room to wait for her. I said my goodbye to her boss, hoping that he would not let on to her what he had seen. I don't think her modesty would let her stay in the job if she had that much exposure to a man she worked with every day. We waited in her room for hours before she was brought back. She was tightly wrapped in warm blankets and seemed to still be sedated. The doctor was standing by the gurney and told us that he had gotten to her in time and that she should do well. With that, he stepped out and the the nurses came in to transfer her to her hospital bed. The older of the two closed the door and asked, "are we all family here?" I no sooner said yes, when she started pulling off the OR blankets while the other nurse readied the new bed. In no time it was apparent that her gown was removed for the surgery. In about 10 seconds the blankets were gone and my young, painfully modest wife, lay naked before us on the gurney. Her head has rolled toward us, eyes closed peacefully. Her tiny tits were flat as she lay on her back, making her look to have even more minute breasts than usual. Her little nipples were hard in the cold. Her feet were slightly spread, and her pussy, with only a two day growth of very light stubble, was fully exposed. The nurses grabbed her shoulders while asking us to lift her feet for the transfer to the bed. Her brother and my father each grabbed a foot and they moved her on the count of three. When she moved, her legs gaped and her little clit was exposed in the temporarily gaping vagina. Her little breasts jiggled for just a second. My father, being a bit older, was a little slow on the transfer and Jessica rolled when he didn't move his leg as fast as Jessica's older brother, Eric. Jessica flopped onto her belly, her beautiful rounded ass pointing skyward. At this point, she awoke. She started to ask questions, "where am I? Eric, what are you doing here?" She then noticed her nudity, but in her post op pain, could not move. The nurses just methodically rolled her onto her back, slowly got her gown ready, sat her up and helped her into a new gown. My wife, shocked at her exposure, said nothing. For a girl of her modesty, this was not good. What they had seen could not be unseen. She would know that our family could call up her every detail to memory at any time. Not good. Eventually, she was tucked in bed, and I convinced the family to go for the night. A week later, she went back to work, and I held my breath hoping that the boss would say nothing. A couple of weeks went by without incident, until we were at the office Christmas party. He approached us and started talking about how he apologized for "invading her privacy" at the hospital. It seems he thought she knew that he had ogled her gaping vagina. Of course she had not, until he described the view in his apology. We quickly left the party. I've been trying to convince her that the world did not end when some people had a look at her little tits, ass and pussy. She did agree to stay on the job, as her boss was a "gentleman" about it. That very night, we had awesome sex. She was impressively wet. I'm beginning to think my wife might not be a shy as she used to be. I'm gonna talk her into a bikini this year and see where that leads us. Accidental Show So my wife and I are like many of you. We met in high school, I a senior and she a freshman. She was inexperienced and young and we dated for years and eventually married. She was 14 when she started dating me and still has experience with only myself. She is small, about 100 pounds and very fit. She has a tight body and small, perky A cup breasts. She is unusually modest though and my efforts to convince her that she is hot have basically failed. Though I love them, her small breasts are a source of embarrassment to her. She just thinks she should have a bit more size, so she routinely wears water filled bra cups, gel inserts etc. My friends and hers think she is a B cup, I'm sure. Even her modest swim suits have inserts in the top. We have been married for years and, as far as we know, I'm the only guy to view these awesome tiny breasts. She even has a female gynecologist. Anyway, I'm as proud as the next guy of my beautiful wife, but I'm possessive too. That makes what happened next all the more strange. A college buddy of mine, his wife and my wife and myself took a trip recently, requiring a two leg flight. When we checked in curb side, one bag was overloaded and Jessica, my wife, opened it up to move stuff to a lighter bag. I was shocked to see her dress top and bra gape open when she bent over. Whit her small boobs, just a small gape revealed all. I could see both breasts and nipples clearly. Nobody else was near though and I said nothing. I'm amazed that she didn't have on one of her padded bras. We checked in and went to the gate with the other couple. Our daughter was with us and everytime Jessica bent over to help her with her shoes, bag etc, her biggest (or in this case, smallest) secret was revealed. Usually, I would have said something to keep her modesty, but I was unusually turned on by this forbidden show. For the first leg of the flight, I didn't think my buddy had noticed, but then it happened. While we were waiting for the tram, she bent over to reach in her carry on, and he was treated to her start white little breasts with her perfect little nipples pointing straight down. I watched his face and said nothing. His gaze was fixed on Jessica's chest for 10 or 20 seconds before he had to look away before the wives noticed. I felt excited rather than the jealousy that I expected. Of course, now what has been done can't be undone. My buddy, who we hang out with all the time, will have a perfect memory of a long, good look at my wife's tits. Oddly enough, I loved it. As we left the airport, the cab driver "helped" her install the child seat for about 7 minutes as I stood by. She never noticed the air on her hanging boobs, and didn't seem to notice that he spent more time looking at her chest than the seat. Later that night, we were working on the presex foreplay, and I got suspicious of all this flesh that she had been flashing. I held her wrists, lay on her naked body and looked her in the eyes while I described my buddy and the taxi driver ogling her tiny white boobs. She acted shocked, but she was wet and ready. I think my shy little wife may have a little bit of an exhibitionist streak after all. I'll hope for a repeat performance some time..